“You sure?”
“I’m more than sure. You’ll dance with me, won’t ya?”
“You know I will, darlin'.”
“I wouldn’t mind another performance if you have one in you?”
She’s referring to the lip-sync performances she’s gotten every night this week. The first one went over so well I thought, what the hell? If me making an idiot of myself brings her that much joy, it’s worth it.
“I’ve spoiled you.”
“You have. I’d like a repeat of ‘Boogie Shoes’, please. Only I’m thinking full striptease this time.”
“In your dreams.”
“Only you can make that dream come true.”
“You’re playing with fire, little lady.”
“Last time I fucked around, I liked what I found out,” she says as I pull into my driveway.
I throw the truck into park and turn in my seat to look at her. “You’re my dream woman, you know that. Perfect in every damn way.”
“Stop it, Owen,” she whispers.
The pink staining her cheeks is adorable. I know she’s already wet for me, just like I’m already hard for her. However, she’s getting quiet, and that’s never good. She’s in her head, which is the last thing I need.
“Come on, we have a house party to prepare.”
I’m out of the truck and opening her door in a flash. I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist. I throw her purse over my shoulder, unable to carry her sexy ass into the house fast enough, but as soon as we walk through the door, my excitement comes to a screeching halt.
“It’s my fault, sir.”
As if having a bodyguard wasn’t strange enough, seeing Smith standing in the middle of the living room, with Maui inhis arms and feathers floating in the air, takes it to a whole new level. Since I qualify as a bodyguard, he didn’t go on the appointment with us. Instead, he stayed back to watch the house.
Daisy slips out of my arms to take Maui from the sheepish hired gun. “What did you do, little girl?”
“She was crying in her crate, and I caved. I let her out with me and left her for two minutes while I did my walk around the house. I came back a minute before you and walked into this. It looks worse than it is. From what I can tell, this all came from one throw pillow.”
“Silly girl. That was a big no-no. You made Mr. Smith feel bad, and you ruined Daddy’s pillow. That wasn’t very nice.” She pulls a feather out of the corner of the pup’s mouth. “How about a little time-out while we pick up your mess?”
She hobbles toward the laundry room to put the dog in her crate as I absorb the scene in front of me. The feathers and the pillow barely register; it’s watching the perfect woman cuddling the puppy and calling me daddy that has me so distracted. Visions of a future with an actual child in her arms fight their way to the forefront of my mind. It takes Smith to snap me out of it.
“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll pay for a replacement.”
“No need. It was just a random pillow. Besides, this is part of having a puppy. Don’t sweat it.”
“Thank you for understanding; I’ll get things cleaned up.”
“I’ve got it. Take a break. It’s all good.”
“I’ll be out front.”
“Sounds good. Oh, and you may hear loud music tonight. Daisy and I are having a house party.”
“Of course, Mr. Swift. Is there a guest list?”
“Nope, it’s just myself and Miss McKinnon.”
