“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to that,” she whispered.
“You say ‘Okay, Daddy’ and then you tell Daddy what you want from the room service menu. And then you put on the adorable shark pajamas I packed for you so we can eat dinner in bed and watch whatever movie strikes your fancy. And if you’re a good girl, Daddy will give you the reward you were too impatient for earlier.”
She was still reeling from the knowledge she was the only woman he’d been with. But his instructions helped calm her racing heart, gave her something to focus on that wasn’t this big, huge thing he’d just dropped in her lap.
At some point, they’d have to talk about it. But for now…
“Okay, Daddy.”
Chapter Fourteen
Sam
“So how are things with the new roommate, Mrs. Robinson?”
Pausing with her after-work cocktail halfway to her lips, Sam glared at the grinning woman seated across from her. “Do not call me that.”
Emma only smiled wider and sipped her own drink, her eyes sparkling with delight. “But you’re so cute when you’re riled.”
“And you’re a fucking brat.”
“Guilty as charged.” Setting her drink aside, Emma leaned on the table, her expression sobering. “But seriously. How are things? You spent the weekend in Atlanta together. How’d that go?”
“Amazing. He took me to the aquarium and paid for us to hang out with the sharks and sting rays.”
“Well that’s really fucking cool. And we love a man who makes plans.”
“It was genuinely one of the greatest moments of my entire life. I got topeta shark. And a giant stingray. I was in heaven.”
“So… why do you look so grumpy?”
“I’m not grumpy.”
“Tell that to your face.”
Lifting her drink with one hand, she flipped Emma the bird with the other. Daddy couldn’t punish her for swearing if she didn’t actuallysaythe words, right?
She didn’t think he’d actually buy that excuse, and the thought of confessing her supposed sins sent the butterflies in her stomach dancing. Which was ridiculous. She was a grown woman, if she wanted to drop a few f-bombs when she was hanging out with her friends, that was her right.
But the silent lecture did nothing to calm the butterflies.
“Real talk, Sam,” Emma pressed, her mouth dipping down into a frown. “What’s wrong? Did something happen after the aquarium? Do I need to go hunt this guy down and bust his kneecaps?”
“Jesus, Em. First of all, no, because we’re not in the freaking mob. Second of all, no, because he didn’t do anything wrong. Not really.”
“Not really?”
“Okay, not at all. I’m just being weird.”
“About?”
She hesitated, taking another drink to give herself a moment to think. This wasn’t information she’d share with just anyone but, well, if she couldn’t tell Emma then she couldn’t tell anyone.
And she really fucking needed to tellsomeone.
“We had sex. And before you ask, it was incredible. All three times that night, and again the next morning.”
Eyes wide, Emma leaned back in her chair. “Cheers to younger men with stamina, holy shit.”
