Page 7 of Daddy's Naughty List

“She’s a friend,” he muttered under his breath as he loaded his purchases into his truck. “I’m doing something nice for her because she’s a friend.”

Too bad his dick didn’t believe a word of his bullshit—especially when he caught a fresh blast of her scent from where she’d been sitting.

He wanted to give her every last thing on her bucket list, and treat her like she deserved, with all the pleasure and gentle guidance a Daddy could give his babygirl. He could erase every scar, every painful memory…

Shaking the thoughts away, he got on the road toward home. He was committed to spending the weekend with her, so he needed to pull his head out of his ass and get his house ready for a guest—including making up the spare room.

Susan needed her own space, and he wasn’t about to pressure her for more, no matter how much he wanted her in his bed.

Because he wasn’t a heathen, he stopped for coffee on the way to Susan’s place. Jake would have a buffet set up for the volunteers, so he didn’t worry about breakfast.

He parked in the spot for her apartment, then went to her door and rang the bell. To his surprise, she opened it almost before his finger left the button.

“Hi. I mean, good morning.” She gave him a tentative smile and blushed. “Sorry. Come in while I get my stuff.”

Walt bit back a groan at the way her tight jeans cupped her curvy backside. The formfitting long-sleeved t-shirt didn’t help either and he wanted to tangle his hands in her brown ponytail while he kissed her senseless.

Her apartment was sparsely furnished, with a loveseat, a rocking chair, and a small television mounted on the wall. She’d decorated it with plush pillows and crocheted afghans in a rainbow of colors. A framed GED certificate hung on the wall, alongside a few poster-sized landscapes. A breakfast bar with two stools divided the immaculate kitchen from the living room.

“I’ll help.” He reached down to grab her suitcase from the floor. “Do you need anything else?”

“I don’t think so.” She chewed on her lower lip and wrung her hands. “I’ve never gone anywhere overnight before, and I keep thinking I forgot something.”

“Everybody does that,” he replied. “Let’s make sure your oven isn’t on.”

“My oven? Why?”

“That’s usually what people are afraid they forgot.”

Covering a giggle with her hand, she glanced over her shoulder at the stove. “It’s off, so I think we’re safe.”

“Great.” He slung the strap of her bag over his shoulder. “I stopped for coffee on the way, and Jake will have breakfast waiting. Ready?”

“I think so.” She got her jacket from the coat closet, along with a hat, gloves, and a scarf. “I packed warm clothes like you asked. Carrie said she has boots I can borrow.”

“Good girl.” He held the door for her, allowing her to exit the apartment first, then waited for her to lock up. After stowing her suitcase and helping her into his truck, they got on the road.

He took a sip of his coffee, then said, “So, did you do your bucket list last night?”

“Yes Sir.” Her voice rose in pitch, and she pulled several sheets of lined notebook paper from her purse. “Is it okay if there’s more than five things?”

“It’s wonderful, sweetheart. I’m really proud of you.” He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “Do you want to read them to me?”

“Um…” She chewed on her lower lip as her cheeks turned pink. “Yes, Sir.”

“What’s first on that list?”

“I want to buy a house. Then I want a Maine coon cat or three, plus a big furry dog. I want to learn to cook like Olivia does.”

“Not Jake?” He hid a smile but couldn’t wait to share that tidbit with Club Apocalypse’s head chef. “I bet both of them would teach you, and you probably ought to add an extra strong vacuum to your list for all the pet hair.”

“Definitely on the vacuum. I found free cooking classes on the internet too.”

“Perfect. What else?”

“I want to visit Morocco and Cyprus, and then Athens.” When he stopped at a traffic light, she held up a printed advertisement. “I want to do this Mediterranean cruise.”

“That sounds like fun. A cruise would let you visit all those places and probably a few more.”

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