Page 1 of Her Bossy Daddy

Prologue

Lacey

I stared into his deep green eyes, glassy from the glare of the computer screen. I must have fallen quiet for some time because Liam sighed.

“Did you hear what I said, love?”

“Say it again?” I twisted a piece of my hair around a finger. Anxiety flooded my body after the important news he shared with me and I needed him to repeat it.

“In less than a month, I’ll be living in New York.” Liam leaned forward in his chair, placing his body closer to the web camera. “Three weeks at max unless they take their sweet time getting my visa.”

“Oh. Er. Um.” I croaked out the sounds. I’d hoped for a miracle for so long. Praying he could find a way to move to the states. To me. But I’d been so selfish in my thoughts. How could he be so willing to jump an ocean all by himself? “What about your family?” I stammered out.

“They make these nifty gadgets called planes, love. Maybe you’ve heard of them?”

“Well, it’s a big state, you know.”

His voice melted my panties into a puddle on a normal day, but when he teased with a hint of authority they damn near exploded. But even someplace like Buffalo to my tiny upstate town was a hop, skip, and a jump compared to international air travel.

“What’s bothering you? I thought you would be excited.” He rubbed a hand along his chin.

“It’s, uh, nothing. Really,” I lied. “It’s been sort of a long day.” I needed to get out of this conversation fast before he prodded for more information.

“You’re not being honest with me, love. Spit it out. What’s wrong?”

Holy hell! He was coming to New York. Moving across the freaking ocean for some incredible opportunity. I stared at the computer screen in shock while relearning how to breathe, then clicked end on the Skype session. Shit. I just hung up on him. But more important issues tugged at me. If he relocated near me, would we be able to take our relationship to a deeper level? My computer chirped at me, alerting me to an incoming call. Nope. Not tonight. Liam might decree I bust my own ass for this, but I would deal with it later. I wasn’t feeling submissive anymore. All I needed was a lot of vodka.

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