Page 37 of Daddy's Wild Girl

This isn’t appropriate.

“I’m sorry if it feels that way. I’ve been getting the security system set up.”

“Don’t,” she said, hurt filling her face.

Shit. What had he done?

“Just . . . you can tell me you don’t want to answer, but please don’t lie to me.”

“I wasn’t . . . shit.” He’d be mad if she started lying to him like that. “Look, I thought it might be best if I gave you some space, that’s all. I wasn’t very professional the other day. And it wasn’t acceptable. I let my emotions get in the way of my job.”

“Your emotions?” she asked.

“Yes, I . . . I suppose I was feeling protective of you and that’s why I jumped to the conclusion that Bob was a threat and got . . . upset with you when I thought you weren’t following my orders and putting yourself at risk.”

There. That sounded good.

“Protective of me? Isn’t that a good thing for a bodyguard to feel?”

“I suppose. When it doesn’t compromise their ability to make decisions. Their objectivity.”

“I don’t want you to keep apologizing or feeling bad,” she told him. “What you felt was real. Sure, I might have been a bit annoyed initially, but you were looking out for me. And that’s not a bad thing. Just . . . can we go back to the way things were before they got all awkward and weird?”

“I suppose we can do that,” he said slowly.

“Good. Come on, I’m late for my lesson.”

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He was going to kill her.

That was if she didn’t die first.

Did the woman have no regard for her life? Or for her body?

The things she was doing . . . she could fucking well fall and break her neck.

And even then, he still might put her over his lap and spank her until she couldn’t sit for a week.

His heart leaped into his throat as she headed down the half-pipe and then up the other side into the air. She actually managed to flip the skateboard over and landed back on it before the board suddenly whooshed out from underneath her. She landed heavily, skidding her way down the steep side of the pipe.

Fuck!

Was she moving?

Was she going to get up?

Every other fall, she’d gotten up and laughed it off, but this time, she was just lying there.

Corbin started running. Her instructor, who was about fifteen years old, just stood there and yelled at her about how to improve her form.

Fuck that.

Fuck him.

What was that idiot doing?

Shouldn’t he be checking her for injury? How much did she pay this schmuck to teach her? And what was she actually learning? How to fall?

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