Page 34 of Daddy's Heart

“I know, but…they’re underwear. And it’s not like you can reuse them after…well, later.” She turned her gaze to his chest.

With one finger, he lifted her chin until her gaze came back to his. “I said I was buying them. A present.”

“But—”

He firmed his glare. “Sammy, I said no.”

She slammed her mouth shut and pinched her lips together.

“Now, let’s take these up to the counter. Unless you want to look at the paddles?” He made a pointed gesture to the implements hanging on the wall behind her.

She swallowed hard.

“No, Daddy. I’m fine.”

He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Good girl. Let’s pay for these and get home so you can try on those panties for me.”

Chapter 13

Samantha stood in her bedroom holding her white tank top up around her hips and staring at her ass in the mirror. Ryder had told her to change out of her interview clothes and put on one of the new pairs of panties. At first, she’d been excited. It had been too long since she had a Daddy in her life, and she was eager to curl up in his lap, to feel his kisses, and hugs, but then she’d put on the panties and seen her image in the full-length mirror on the closet door.

This couldn’t be okay.

She barely knew Ryder.

She was supposed to be starting a new life. On her own. Like a normal grown up.

And she still had the entire Randall fiasco to deal with.

But the longer she stared at the wordsYes, Daddyacross her ass cheeks, the more confused she became.

Ryder knocked. “Sam, you okay?” he called through the closed door.

“Yeah!” She shoved her shirt back down, not that it covered a damn thing.

“I’m coming in.” The door opened before he finished his warning.

“You’ve been in here a long time.” He frowned in her direction.

“I was just…” she trailed off, not sure what to say.

“Just what?” he asked, looking around the room. “Not cleaning up, that’s for sure.”

She followed his pointed gaze to the piles of clothes still on the floor and dresser. She was usually neater than that, but she hadn’t gotten to putting them away yet.

“It’s my room,” she said, feeling the defiant streak in her making an appearance.

Both of his eyebrows shot up.

She huffed.

“Sammy.” He folded his arms over his chest. “Are you feeling overwhelmed?”

She blinked. “Yeah.”

“What helps you when you feel like this?” he asked, curiosity lacing his tone. He wasn’t chastising her for her tone or attitude, but looking for a way to help, to guide her out of the swirling winds of her emotions.

She blew out air. “Potato chips, dip, pop…and a movie.” She peered up at him. Even with his boots off, he towered over her.

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