Page 69 of Use Me, Daddy

My cheeks instantly flamed, and I coughed, nearly choking on my wine. “Zoey!”

“What? I’m asking the important questions here!” she teased, waggling her eyebrows. “Come on, Amy. Spill!”

I groaned, covering my face with one hand. “I am not having this conversation with you.”

“Oh, yes, you are,” she said, her grin widening. “You can’t just tell me you’re involved with a sexy Russian mafia boss and not give me all the juicy details. I need to live vicariously through you, okay? So, how is he?”

I hesitated, the memories of Aleksei’s hands on me, the way he took control, flashing through my mind. Heat rose in my cheeks, and I fumbled for words.

“Dad—He’s… he’s intense,” I managed, my voice faltering.

Oh, shit. I’d almost called him Daddy right in front of her.

Zoey leaned in closer, her smile downright devious now. “Intense, huh? Like,pulls your hairandwhispers filthy thingsin your ear intense?”

“Zoey!” I squeaked, my blush deepening.

“Oh, my God,” she said, her eyes widening. “He does, doesn’t he? Amy Whitaker, you lucky, dirty—” She stopped, her gaze narrowing as I tried to avoid her eyes. “Wait a second. You almost called him something just now. What was it?”

Shit. Shit.Shit.She’d caught me.

“I didn’t!” I protested, but my voice was too high-pitched to be convincing.

“Oh, you absolutely did,” she said, cackling with delight. “What do you call him? Is it something kinky? Don’t you dare hold out on me, Amy.”

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “You’re impossible.”

Zoey gasped, her laughter cutting off suddenly. “Wait. I know. You call himDaddy, don’t you?”

“Zoey!”

“Oh, my God, you do!” she exclaimed, leaning back in her chair, and laughing so hard she almost spilled her wine. “You call your boss Daddy! Amy, youdirtygirl. Tell me everything! What’s that like? Do you just—what do you even—oh, my God, I can’t breathe!”

I crossed my arms, trying to look indignant, but my blush gave me away. “I’m not talking about this with you.”

“Oh, yes, you are,” she said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “This is the best thing I’ve ever heard all day. My sweet, innocent Amy calling her big dangerous mafia boss Daddy. I’m obsessed. Please tell me he makes you say it all the time.”

“Zoey, I swear to God,” I muttered, but I couldn’t hold back my embarrassed smile.

“Fine, fine,” she said, holding up her hands in surrender. “But for the record, I fully approve. Daddy Morozov sounds like he knows what he’s doing.”

I groaned again, but I couldn’t help laughing along with her. Zoey’s teasing laughter filled the room as she poured me another glass of wine, her grin as mischievous as ever. I should have stopped at two glasses, but the weight of the past week—the intensity, the danger, the way Aleksei had gotten under my skin—was making it impossible to resist the heady buzz.

“So, come on,” Zoey said, still giddy from our earlier conversation. “You’re not off the hook yet. I need details. What’s Daddy Aleksei like in the bedroom?”

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “You’re relentless.”

“Damn right I am,” she said, popping a piece of cheese into her mouth. “Now, tell me. Is he bossy? Rough? Both?”

The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“He took me over his knee and spanked me.”

The room went silent.

Zoey’s glass paused halfway to her mouth, her eyes widening. “What?”

My face was on fire now, and I tried to wave it off. “Forget I said that.”

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