Page 185 of Daddy, Sir

What the fuck was wrong with her?

One of the stall doors behind her swung open, and Frankie jumped at the sudden, unexpected sight of the bright-haired receptionist appearing in the reflection with her.

“Hey, are you okay?” In the mirror, Vivian’s expression turned concerned as she stepped up to the sink beside Frankie. “You look upset.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine. Thanks.”

Sympathy flashed across Vivian’s face. “Just a little overwhelmed?”

“You could say that,” Frankie answered with a shaky laugh. “This whole place is… a lot.”

“It is. And so is Holden. But he’s a good guy and a good Dom. You’re safe with him.”

Safe. Right. Because even if he physicallycouldcrush her windpipe, he wouldn’t. He might want to hurt her in ways she had never imagined, but he wouldn’t hurt her like that. Not in a way she couldn’t come back from.

“Thanks. That helps a lot, actually. It’s kinda scary, you know? Giving someone permission to do those things to you.”

“It is. But just remember, at the end of the day, the decision to go through with whatever he has planned for you rests in your hands. You have complete control, even if it doesn’t feel like it.”

“Right.” Frankie blew out a deep breath. “I have control.”

Vivian glanced down at her wrist and grimaced. “Sorry to abandon you, but I need to get back to the front desk and relieve Shane. My break’s almost over.”

“Thanks for your help. Oh, wait!” Spinning around, Frankie clamped a hand on the other woman’s shoulder. “I meant to ask you about something.”

Curiosity sparkled in the pale gray of Vivian’s eyes. “What’s that?”

“The auction you and the other girls were talking about last night. Say someone was interested in signing up for it. Is there like a website or something?” She’d nearly forgotten about her promise to Lottie with everything else going on.

“There is, but I don’t know how to get to it.”

“Well… shit.” So much for that plan.

“But Ivy and Cordelia would know. Ivy’s the one who looks a bit like a fairy princess. Cordelia is her Domme, a good bit taller, looks like the cheerleaders we all loved to hate in high school.”

“Perfect. I’ll see if I can track them down.”

“They’re working tonight so if you pop upstairs, they should be around.” Vivian nibbled at her bottom lip, her gaze darting back and forth like she was scanning the room for spies. “Just, ah, make sure you run it by Holden first. Daddies tend to be very protective of their babygirls and he’s more possessive than most. I can’t see him being okay with you wanting to auction yourself off like that.”

“It’s for a friend, but thanks. I will definitely keep that in mind.”

“Good.” Relief washed over Vivian’s face. “I would not want to get on Holden’s bad side by giving you information he doesn’t want you to have.”

“You’re safe, I promise.”

“Thanks. Enjoy your scene.”

“I will.” Looking back at her reflection, Frankie grinned. “I absolutely will.”

Chapter Nine

Holden

Looking down at his watch again, Holden frowned. Frankie had been gone for nearly fifteen minutes now.

Where the hell had she gone?

He was just about to send someone into the ladies’ room to look for her when he spotted her fiery-red ponytail bobbing down the steps.

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