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His little girl. She wanted to experience that more than anything, belonging to a real Daddy. This might be the only chance she would have. After a week, he’d be so through with her and begging her to move out. At least, she’d get these moments to explore this side of her. She knew he was safe. Sam had told her as much that morning. Safe, loyal and honorable, Sam had said.
“Fine,” she relented with a shrug that tried to seem nonchalant, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her. “But just for the week.”
“You’ve made the right decision, Kitten.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek softly.
“What does being your little girl mean?” Her voice shook as she asked the question.
“Let’s ease into all of that, okay? For now, let’s talk about a couple of rules I’ll have for you in my house. Of course Daddies have rules, right?” He smiled gently at her. She nodded. She supposed so. Although she didn’t really like rules, she realized she thrived under consistency. “Rule number one: safety. Your safety and health are the most important. No drinking or drugs, no staying up all night, no texting and driving. Those types of things. If it’s unsafe you don’t do it.”
“Sounds reasonable,” she agreed. A bit controlling but wasn’t that what Daddies did?
“Second, we will always show respect to each other. No interrupting, name calling, yelling and absolutely no lies.” His voice was low, serious. A shiver went down her spine at histone. “Understand?” When she didn’t respond right away, his eyebrows arched, and his eyes narrowed in on her.
How to respond to this one? She was terrible at interrupting. It’d become a defense mechanism of sorts. There was no way she could agree to this rule without agreeing to whatever punishments he would have for breaking them. She’d be breaking this rule, she knew it. Not intentionally, more habitually. She’d found if she cut people off when they were saying something awful to her, she didn’t have to hear the entire thing.
“I might struggle with the interrupting,” she finally confessed.
“You might.” He nodded in agreement. “And I will help you remember and eventually break that habit. Do you understand the rule, Kitten?”
“Yeah.”
“Yes, Sir or Yes, Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” It came much easier than she’d expected and felt very right. Almost too right.
“And third, you will be responsible. Responsibility, like safety, incorporates a lot. You will tell me where you are going and who you are going to be with at all times. You will go to work on time, spend money wisely, those types of things. I can help you become more responsible if you need, and we can work on this slowly.”
“I’m responsible! Ask Sam!” Maybe, a few years ago, she hadn’t been. But, in the last year, she’d made strides towards becoming a responsible, law-abiding, contributing member of society.
“Good, then there shouldn’t be any issues with you following rule number three, should there?”
“Three rules, huh?” Emilee's lips twisted into a smirk. “More like a hundred! Sounds more like I'm signing up for boot campthan crashing at your pad. What's next, Daddy Arrow? Reveille at dawn?”
“Only if you want breakfast,” he shot back, the corner of his mouth twitching. He straightened up and met her gaze, his eyes earnest. “The rules are about making sure you are safe, Kitten. Not about control.”
“Sure, because nothing screams 'safety' like a list of do's and don'ts.” Emilee couldn’t help but roll her eyes, even as a part of her acknowledged the comfort hidden in the structure he offered.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me, Kitten?” Arrow folded his arms across his chest, a subtle challenge in his posture.
“Maybe.”
“Do you think rolling your eyes at your Daddy is respectful?” he challenged.
“I suppose not.” God. He took on his role quickly.
“Kitten, I don’t want to tame your wild spirit. I want to give it a home where it’s safe to be free. I will not correct everything you do. It’s okay to relax, be playful and enjoy yourself around me, as long as you are respectful in doing so.”
“Me? Wild spirit?” She feigned shock, clutching her chest. “I'm the picture of a well-behaved lady.”
“Right, and I'm the Easter bunny,” Arrow deadpanned, but the spark in his eye belied his words. “Just... try it out. If the rules are too much, we'll talk. Deal?”
“Deal,” Emilee agreed. Maybe, just maybe, this man could be the reprieve she didn't know she needed.
CHAPTER 6
ARROW
One day. Not even twenty-four hours and she’d broken one of his rules. He knew she would test her boundaries sooner or later, but this was a lot sooner than he’d thought.
