Page 24 of Daddy, Sir

Down and Dirty with Daddy

Raisa Greywood

Chapter One

Daniel

“You know, you really didn’t have to do that, Mel,” Daniel said as his sister drove him toward his neighborhood and a house he hadn’t seen in over two years.

“Eh.” She shrugged like handling post-storm renovations wasn’t a big deal. “You left me the keys and asked me to take care of the place while you were deployed. That included driving your car every few weeks and calling the insurance company for the hail damage. We’re just lucky I know a good contractor and snapped her up before she got too busy.”

“She?”

Mel shot him an evil look and scowled. “Don’t you even get all misogynistic about a female contractor. Sadie is really good. She did our bathroom last year.”

“I’m not.” Hoping to keep the peace with his feminist sister, he held up his hands in a placating gesture. “I’m sure she’s a great contractor. It just surprised me is all.”

Truthfully, he didn’t know shit about who was good and who wasn’t. He’d been out of the country too long. He was homefor good now though. Well, mostly. He still had a few years to go as a reservist. Maybe once his house was finished, he could settle down, meet a nice girl, get married, and give his mother a few more grandkids she could entertain in feral splendor on her Happy Jack hobby farm.

Hell, he even had a job lined up as an air traffic controller for Flagstaff Pulliam. Hopefully, his house would be livable by the time he was scheduled to start work.

If he was especially lucky, he might even find a sweet little babygirl to spoil. Someone gentle, maybe a little bit shy, with just enough inner brat to deserve a spanking every so often would suit him down to his toes.

He’d visited clubs with his friends, Mark Luciano, Ryan Wood, Jake McBride, and Sean Franklin, otherwise known as the Four Horsemen, but it had been years, and he missed it. Unfortunately, he doubted he’d find a decent dungeon—much less play partners—in suburban Flagstaff.

Thinking about his old friends made him chuckle. They’d sworn up and down they’d open up a BDSM resort when they left the Navy. Maybe he should give them a call now that he was home too.

“Well, yeah,” Mel replied, dragging him away from his thoughts of a curvy bottom bouncing under a thorough spanking. “I mean, I get it. There aren’t that many female general contractors out there, but I promise you’ll be happy with her work.”

Judging by the photos of the damage Mel sent him, the place couldn’t get much worse. Besides, if Sadie managed to make his picky sister happy, she was definitely a good choice.

Daniel just wished he could have done the work himself like he’d originally intended when he bought the historic adobe fixer-upper. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the time or the skills to get it into habitable condition before he was due to start his new job.

At least the insurance payout would cover most of it, so maybe the storm was a blessing in disguise, as it had damaged what already needed fixing.

“Oh, no. This isn’t good.” His sister pulled to a stop on the street in front of his house. Covered in scaffolding with workers patching the pale pink stucco and boasting a new terracotta tile roof, it was barely recognizable.

A woman dressed in jeans, boots, and a hard hat that matched her orange safety vest sauntered toward a man working on a brick retaining wall. A chestnut braid fell to the middle of her back, and a large sledgehammer rested carelessly on one shoulder.

“What’s not good?” he asked, staring at the woman.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. He couldn’t tell the color of her eyes, but she looked like a supermodel, with high cheekbones, a straight, aquiline nose, and juicy pink lips bowed into a smile.

“Sadie’s got her hammer,” Mel whispered. “Maybe we should come back later.”

“She’s on a construction site. Why is it surprising that she’s carrying a tool?”

“You don’t understand.” Mel slid down in her seat as if to hide herself. “That’s Sadie’shammer.”

Rolling his eyes, he got out of Mel’s car and strode to the woman, meaning to introduce himself as the property owner.

As he approached, she focused her attention on the man laying bricks. “Hey, Jim. Got a question for you.”

“I’m busy, Sadie.”

“I can see that, but I wanted to know if you looked at the print I gave you.” She planted her feet and caressed the handle of her sledgehammer. “Because this looks like a brick shithouse.”

The man straightened and smiled, revealing a missing front tooth. “Thanks.”

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