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"Have you been having a good time, baby girl?"
Davina turns back to look at Corey, her lips twitching with suppressed laughter. "Well… he did keep me entertained."
"And well cared for." Corey's boyish grin is infectious, coaxing a smile from both Davina and me. But there's something else lurking in her gaze as she turns her attention back to me.
"Where did you go?" she asks, unable to hide her concern.
"I had some business to take care of," I respond vaguely.
Her eyes narrow slightly. Even though she tries to keep her composure, the slight tremor in her voice betrays her worry. "Stanley?"
"Yes," I confirm.
She opens her mouth as if to ask more but quickly shuts it, seeming to think better of it.
"He won't be bothering you again," I say.
"It's about damn time," Corey says.
Davina chews on her bottom lip, clearly worried about something. "Is he…alive?" she finally whispers, her gaze darting around as if she's afraid someone might overhear the question.
"Fuck, you're adorable," I groan.
"Who cares if he's still alive?" Corey asks, staring at her like she's lost her mind. "I'll defend him."
I glance over at Corey, an eyebrow cocked. "Who, Stanley?"
"No," Davina says, giving me a reproving look. "He means you."
I chuckle at the look on her face. I knew he meant me. "He's still alive, baby girl. I didn't kill him."
Her shoulders sag in relief. I pull her against me, wrapping my arm around her waist.
Her hand finds my thigh, her soft fingers tracing patterns. My little girl is playing games, thinking she's being sneaky.
I know what she wants, though. What she's asking for—time alone. My baby girl needs her daddy right now. And fuck, I'm more than willing to give it to her.
"Are you ready to go?" I ask.
"Yes," she whispers.
"Good. Let's get out of here."
I stand, pulling her up with me, and thank Corey for his help. I let her go long enough for them to hug.
"Don't forget," Corey tells her. "Double date. I need your stamp of approval on my man."
"Get her the details, and we'll be there," I murmur, meeting his gaze over her head, and then we're moving, hand in hand, leaving the office behind.
Her fingers tremble slightly in mine, not from fear but anticipation.
My little girl is ready to play.
The elevator ride is a silent one. I see the blush on her cheeks, the way her denim eyes dart up to meet mine before she quickly looks away. She's so shy, innocent. But she's also eager, ready to explore.
"You did well today," I tell her. "Daddy's very proud of you."
She buries her face in my chest, clinging to me. "Thank you, Daddy," she murmurs.
