“Right away, sir.”
I’m going to spoil the hell out of this boy, and before he knows it, he’ll be mine. I’m still not sure what I’m going to do with him when I have him, but he will be mine.
8
RORY
“Anything for you, rabbit.” It plays on a loop in my head over and over again. Lex’s gravelly voice was so sexy but also caring. And the way he looked at me so intently… swoon.
That has to mean something, right?
I just want to climb in his lap and call him Daddy.
My lips tingle at the thought.
Daddy.
“Ready to go?” Brendan asks. I nod and follow him to the elevator.
“What do you do here?” I ask when the doors close.
“Oh, um, nothing really,” Brendan answers, but he squirms.
“Lex said that you?—”
“Lex? Who’s Lex?” Brendan snaps.
“The silver fox Daddy who’s always there.” And maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say because Brendan looks like he’s going to snap.
“Rory, listen to me. He’s off limits, and he’s straight.” I know that. “He’s got a daughter that’s older than you.”
Yikes, older than me?
“I’m not saying I want to date him.” Even though that sounds wonderful. “We’ve talked a few times, and he’s been nice.”
“Nice is not a word often used to describe him.”
“Well, he’s nice to me,” I snap and cross my arms while we walk out of the elevator. “And you didn’t say what you’re doing there.”
Brendan sighs. “Mr. Hart cares about his family and is willing to pay extra.”
“Please don’t do anything that will get you in trouble.”
“I’m not doing anything that will get me into trouble.”
I want to believe him, but something isn’t adding up here. Why is he making house calls to a business?
“I was thinking,” Brendan starts. He’s trying to distract me, but I’m not going to let him. This could be important. What if he did have something to do with Tanner and— “It might be good for you to stay home by yourself, just for a little bit.” I want to scream out in panic. “I’ll go to the gym,” he says quickly. “Only for an hour. You could sleep in.”
But what if something happens?
The idea of being on my own is truly terrifying, but he’s right. Both he and my therapist have been saying that I need to take some of my independence back.
“I’ll try it, but can you keep your phone on you just in case?”
“Of course, pixie.”
“And not at night,” I rush out.
