Page 46 of Guardian Daddy

“Yeah, but you aren’t my Daddy.”

Ouch. That hurt more than it should considering it was just the truth.

“If I cut up some fruit, will you at least eat it with the ice cream?” he asked.

This wasn’t how he’d act if she were his Little. No ice cream since it was the middle of the night. And Little girls only got ice cream after they’d eaten their veggies.

But he had to keep reminding himself that she wasn’t his. And he couldn’t tell her what to do.

“Okay,” she conceded.

“And you should have slippers on and your dressing gown.” Shoot. He should have wrapped her up in some more clothes before letting her leave the room. She had to be cold.

She glanced over at him. “You should have pajamas on.”

Ethan looked down at himself and started to swear. Cate started giggling.

Holy crap.

He wasn’t sure he’d even seen her smile, let alone laugh. And now she was giggling like a loon as she pointed at him.

All right, so generally he wouldn’t appreciate a woman pointing at his half-naked body and laughing. However, in this case, he’d take it.

“You’re nudie-rudie.”

“I’m not naked,” he grumbled.

“Might as well be. Cate get nudie-rudie too.” She attempted to pull her pajama top off.

“Shit! No!” he yelled, jumping toward her.

She startled back with a gasp. Fuck. Why did he do that?

Because you didn’t want her to start stripping in front of you.

Yeah, this was not the way he wanted to get her naked. That would be wrong on so many levels.

But now her lower lip was wobbling as she stared up at him sadly. “What did I do wrong?”

“Hey, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You gots mad.”

“I don’t want you getting cold,” he said quickly. “You need to keep your PJs on, all right?”

“Okay.”

“Promise me.”

She crossed her finger over her chest.

Adorable.

She scooped ice cream into two bowls.

“None for me, Catie-pie, it will give me indigestion.”

“This is for Lady, not you.”

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