Cash Savage was a movie star brought to life, but with an edge. And she dared anyone not to be attracted to him.
God. She was falling for him. Maybe it was because they were basically living together. Perhaps it was because he’d helped her. Or because he was a Daddy, and her Little was screaming out for one. Whatever it was, her feelings were engaged, and she should probably attempt to protect herself.
Only she had no clue how to do that, because the last thing she wanted to do was put any physical distance between them.
A sigh escaped her just as he returned to the bedroom. She needed to slip back into Little headspace. Her Little didn’t spend time worrying about stuff like this.
She was also wondering who Ortega was and why they were so worried about him. Why did they need to go and find him? Should she say something? No, then he’d know she’d been listening in. And that would be terrible and embarrassing.
Plus, he might get upset at her and that was the one thing she always tried to avoid, someone getting upset at her.
“How are your lines going?” he asked as he set a bag down on the bed. She glanced back at the bag, wondering what was in it.
He leaned over her shoulder, and she could feel the heat of him at her back. His scent surrounded her. Worried that she was going to lean back into him, she held herself very stiffly.
“What’s wrong? Was it too many lines? You started to get a bit wonky with your writing toward the end. Is your hand cramping? You wrote a lot in a short amount of time.”
He took her hand in his and started to massage it gently.
Oh, man, that felt so good. Addie let out a soft sigh.
“Shit, I shouldn’t have left you alone. I’m so sorry, baby. But you should’ve stopped if it started to hurt. You shouldn’t have pushed yourself to keep going. You can always stop. You can always say no. You have the power to do that. Understand?”
How was he so freaking perfect and yet not the one for her?
No, correction. She wasn’t the one for him.
She nodded, and he led her over to the bed. When she sat, he crouched in front of her and grabbed hold of her hand, massaging it again.
Guilt filled her. Her hand wasn’t hurting that much, and that wasn’t the reason that she’d stopped. But she also didn’t want to start writing that list again, so she kept quiet.
After all, she wasn’t supposed to talk, right?
“My poor girl.” He kissed her hand. “There, Daddy’s made it all better with his magic kisses. Can you feel the magic working?”
A blush filled her face, and she nodded. She could actually feel the magic working. Her hand felt better already.
He stood and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
She was going to have to soak in every moment of this and just remember that it was really temporary. It sounded like he had to leave soon, and she’d be going back to Las Vegas.
“I got you some gifts,” he said to her. “I hope you like them.”
He drew out a box. On the front was a picture of some squishies and what looked to be slime and clay. What was it? A squishy maker? She didn’t even know these existed.
Ooh, it looked like so much fun. She took hold of it, studying it intently.
“Do you like it, baby girl?”
Addie nodded excitedly and glanced up at him with a big smile. Her adult worries started to melt away.
“That’s good. I’ve got a couple of other things you might not be so excited about. Oh, wait! I’ve got some coloring pens and a book with cute animals in it that you can color.”
That looked like lots of fun.
“And I’ve also got a chart with some stickers. When Addie is a good girl, she gets a sticker. When Addie is a naughty girl, one of the stickers gets taken away.”
She pouted at the idea of being naughty and having a sticker taken away. But did that mean it replaced a punishment? Like being spanked or having to write lines? Because she’d much rather have a sticker taken off her than have to write lines.
