Page 47 of Driven Daddy

“What are you doing in my storeroom? We’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Just a second. I got locked in here when I tried to sneak around the crowd.”

“Well, I’ll let you out.”

I hurriedly reached over for a paper towel from the stash of cleaning supplies by the door and took care of the condom, shoving the wad into my pocket where her panties were.

“Give me some,” Rita whispered furiously. “And my panties.”

“Those are mine.” I grinned at her. “I’ll be back to let you out.”

“You can’t—” She snapped her mouth shut as the door opened again.

“Thank God. I’ve been in there forever.”

“How the hell did you get in there?”

I slipped out the door, waving to Rita as the door closed.

Colette was annoyed as she tried to go back inside. “I need some of the books inside there.”

“Okay, I will grab them. I was sitting on the cases of books when you tried to come in. These long legs needed room. You almost kneecapped me.”

Colette frowned at me. “How did you get in there? I’m just going to keep asking until you finally answer me.”

“The back door was propped open. I saw the line and got spooked. How the hell did you get so many people here?”

“BookTok, baby.” She grinned up at me. “Which was why I need to go back and get those cases of books. I don’t even know if I have enough.”

“I can send Larsen back to my place. I had another few cases sent to the house just in case.”

And my printed stash was getting dangerously low.

“Can you? Oh, good. Though I have a feeling I need way more for my romance author.”

“Really? More than for me and Ryan?” Oddly affronted, I tried to suck back the jealousy. “For a romance author?”

“Have you checked the charts lately, pal? Romance runs the world.”

“Date With Disaster? Are you for real?” The name was seared into my memory banks. I hadn’t looked at the name of the author, they were all interchangeable and half the time the pen names changed on a dime.

“If you were sitting that tight butt on my merchandise, then you should know. Maybe you were in there reading one.”

“Definitely not.”

She shook her head. “Asshole.” But she said it good-naturedly.Ish.

I opened my mouth to apologize, but she held her hand up and rattled off the code for the door. “Just get the cases. You can pay for your jerkdom with labor.Allthe cases,” she said as she turned back on her heel. She was already talking to someone down the hall.

Guess it was an all hands-on deck situation.

I opened the door, and a box was shoved into my stomach. She knocked me back a few feet, and I crashed into the wall. “Hey!”

Her beautiful green eyes, sated and happy mere minutes before, were filled with icy fury. Her hair was still wild from my fingers, and her lips raspberry red from my kisses and beard, but now her teeth were bared. What the hell had happened from then to now?

She stormed down the hall, her cornsilk hair flying behind her.

I glanced down at the box with the flap still open.

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