Page 185 of Daddy's Wild Girl

She slumped against him. “Just don’t get caught.”

“I won’t.” He rubbed her back soothingly.

“I still feel so dumb for falling for his lies.”

“Hey, I don’t want to hear you call yourself dumb,” he said sternly. “That will get your butt reddened.”

He lifted her onto his lap so she faced him. He ran a finger down her nose and then along her lips. She nipped the finger with her teeth and he grinned. Then, his face grew sober.

“I haven’t told you about Lindsay yet, have I?”

“Lindsay?” she asked.

Who was she?

“I told you I rarely go out on jobs, but I had to go on one a while ago because everyone was ill.”

Yeah, she did remember that.

“Well, I was guarding this movie star, Lindsay. She was having some security issues. She’d woken up to a guy standing in her room and understandably freaked out.”

“Wait, Lindsay Pierson?” she asked.

“Yep. That’s her.”

“So, you were her bodyguard for a while?”

“Yeah. The only thing is . . . she’s a bit unstable. While I was guarding her, she kept coming on to me. She’d touch me inappropriately, make rude remarks, and then everything crashed down when I woke up to her creeping into my bedroom.”

Holy. Crap.

“When I told her to get out, she absolutely lost it. Trashed the room, and tried to hit me. She actually got me with a vase. Had a gash on my head when Lennox ran in to help me.”

“What . . . what happened?”

He shook his head. “I thought it was my fault for a while. That I led her on somehow.”

“You wouldn’t do that!” she said fiercely.

“Thanks for the support, darling. It turns out that she was on drugs, which were making her hear things and imagine things that weren’t there. She agreed to go to rehab if I didn’t press charges.”

“That was generous of you,” she muttered. Bebe wasn’t sure she felt so generous.

“I think she’s only recently come out. My point is that you can’t blame yourself for other people’s actions. That’s on them. Not you.”

She sighed. “You’re so wise. How did you get smart?”

“It’s the glasses.” He grinned. “They make me smarter.”

Bebe giggled. “And cuter.”

“Cuter? Cuter! I think I want to be handsome. More masculine. Definitely more dominant.”

“Nah. Cuter.”

“Why, you little brat!” He started tickling her, placing her on the floor and straddling her hips as he tickled her sides.

“Daddy! Daddy, no, stop!”

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