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He chuckles, his voice a deep, low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "I can tell."
We reach the conference room, and he holds the door open for me. "Ladies first."
I walk into the room, and he follows, closing the door behind us. I'm suddenly aware of how isolated we are and how huge the room really is when it’s empty. What in the world could he want from me? Is this about the kiss from the night before?
I’ve replayed it over and over again in my head endlessly, and being here alone with Brian again feels all too familiar.
"Take a seat, Blair." He gestures to one of the chairs.
I do as he says, and he takes the seat next to me, leaning in close. There's a gleam in his dark eyes, and lust starts to flutter in my belly. "Now, Blair, we're going to have a little chat."
I fold my hands in my lap, trying to keep calm. "About what, sir?"
Brian’s gaze is dark and full of meaning. "About you."
Blinking a few times, I ask, "Me?"
"Yes, you, Blair. You're a very special girl."
"Oh, thank you," I giggle nervously, and I'm kicking myself mentally as soon as I do. I'm supposed to be taking this seriously!
"And you're a hard worker. That's important to me. I don't let just anyone have a job here. But Blair," His voice is a whisper, and his breath is hot against my ear as he comes even close to me, turning my chair with his hands on the arms. "You can’t be all work and no play."
"What do you mean?" I think of how feverish he can turn my skin, how I pulse down there whenever he’s this close.
"You're smart, but you're new to this. That's okay. We'll take it slow."
"Brian, I–"
Slowly, Brian presses a finger against my parted lips, silencing me. "Shh, Blair. Let me take care of you. Just do as I say, and everything will be fine. Can you do that for me?"
I swallow hard and nod. “Of course.
"Good girl. Now, we're going to play a little game. All you have to do is answer my questions and obey."
Confused, I lean back from his touch. "What is this supposed to accomplish, Mr. Beckett?"
"Nothing yet. For now, you're just going to sit there and listen to me. Got it?"
Something about his tone gets me all excited. I love this bossy side of him. "Yes, sir."
"Good. Now, here's what's going to happen. You're going to listen to me, and then I'm going to ask you a question. And, when you answer the question, you're going to call me Daddy."
"What?" All of my thoughts come to a crashing halt. If I had any doubts that this was something naughty, they're all gone now.
This is certainly something very, very naughty. And my god, I like it. I don’t know what that says about me, but that single word has me rubbing my thighs together, already feeling something sticky in my panties.
"You're going to call me Daddy and say, 'Yes, Daddy.' That's it."
Pulling at the fabric of my skirt, I ask, "But, why?"
"Because from now on, that’s exactly what I’m gonna be for you. I’ll take care of you, make sure you have everything you need, and keep you safe and happy. Do you want that?"
I play with the word in my head, and something shifts within me. Let him take care of me? That would mean I’ll stop worrying about pretty much everything, and I’ve worried enough for two lifetimes.
Daddy.
God, why does it sound so good? So sinfully good. And I realize I just don’t like it. I love it.
