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Her pout was damn adorable. It was hard to keep his face stern, but he persevered.
“Rule one: Your safety comes before anything else. That means anything. Rule two…”
“What if you’re in danger, Daddy? Do I just stand by and let it happen? I don’t think I could do that.”
Tanner adopted his sternest face.
“Your safety comes before anything and that does include mine. I can take care of myself, Little Hurricane. What I can’t do is handle it if anything happens to you.”
“Daddy, there has to be something I can do. I can’t just stand around with my thumb up my ass, screaming like some damsel in distress.”
Tanner had to chuckle at that, but she had a point. He wouldn’t find himself standing around watching it happen, he couldn’t expect it of her.
“I’ll give you a few numbers to call if anything happens to me. You call them. You do not put yourself in danger.”
“I’d need a phone I can use to do that. The one I have is burned. I’m pretty sure it’s how James tracked me.”
She bit her bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth. Tanner almost lost focus. He wanted to be the one sucking that bottom lip.
“We’ll get you one. A burner that can’t be traced to you. I’ll program my number and the number of a few people I trust. You can’t reach me for some reason, you call them.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
Okay?
That was too easy. If Tanner had learned anything about Arabella it was that nothing would ever come easy with her. He was instantly suspicious, but let it go for the moment.
“Okay then, rule two…”
“Oh, there was more?”
Arabella gave the fakest yawn he’d ever seen.
“I’m pretty tired from all that corner time, Daddy. Could we table rules in favor of naptime?”
Tanner growled, “No, Little Girl, we cannot. All the more, if you interrupt me again, you’ll find out exactly how tired corner time can make you.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He didn’t trust that contrite tone for a minute.
“Rule two: Let Daddy take care of you…”
Chapter Ten
When she agreed to the long ass list of rules Tanner had laid out, which apparently included him taking her shopping and paying for it, Arabella was not expecting to have one of the stores they visited to be a sex shop. How did taking her to a sex shop equate to him taking care of her?
“You think I don’t know you’re going to break half of those rules before the week is out?”
He read her way too well. Especially with how short a time they’d known each other. How was she ever going to get away with shit, if he could take one look at her and know?
“Better make sure those cuss words floating through your head don’t actually come out of that tempting mouth of yours, Little Hurricane. Daddy’s got new toys!”
Yep, he is way too observant for my own good.
Arabella figured the best way to hurry this along was to be biddable… for the moment. She really was tired now, since they’d already been to a clothing store, a shoe store, a toy store - she’d actually enjoyed that trip and couldn’t wait to get Mister Fluffington home - and a supercenter. She just hoped this was the last stop. She really did want that nap now and new shoes or not, her feet were still killing her.
She zoned out while they roamed the store, just following where he led, doing her damndest to keep her eyes open and not paying a lick of attention to what he picked up. That is, until he put a graduating set of butt plugs and a bottle of lube in the cart. That got her attention and she found herself straining to see what else was in the basket, but every time she craned her head to look, he shifted the damn thing.