Page 25 of Her Bossy Daddy

Chapter Six

Lacey

I survived another long week, working far too much overtime for Liam’s comfort, something he called me on more than once. I told him my boss wouldn’t appreciate half-assed projects and he’d replied along the lines of just how unhappy my ass would become if I didn’t dial back the hours. I sighed, thinking back on the exchange. It had been during a one on one meeting in his office, and most of the time I’d been drifting off, thinking of how badly I wanted to be spread-eagled in his bed. We were going to have sort out this whole work together thing. No, I couldn’t blame it solely on work. I couldn’t even blame it on Liam. My biggest stressor at the moment was myself.

I tapped the side of my coffeepot, staring at it and whispering sweet nothings in hopes that it would brew faster. My doorbell chimed, and I padded off to answer it. Liam stood outside my door, with a shopping bag in each of his hands. Did he buy something special for me?

“Morning.”

“Good morning, love.” He stepped inside and bumped the door closed with his hip.

“I’m waiting for coffee.” I kissed him several times. “Do you want some?” He followed me into the kitchen then set the packages down by my tiny café table. It was meant for two or three people maximum. I loved my cozy setup.

“Yes, I’d love a cup.” He nuzzled against the side of my head and planted a kiss there. “I’m kidnapping you until Sunday.”

“Is it really kidnapping if I’m willing to go with you?”

“Right. Perhaps not, but it’s happening all the same.”

“What are you planning?” The machine finished the brewing cycle, and I poured two mugs. I brought them over to the table, then turned to grab sugar and cream. I went to sit down, but he sat first and then tugged me onto his knee. “Tell me. Please?”

“It’s no fun if I tell you.” He nudged the bags. “Open them.”

“It’s not my birthday.” I giggled and reached into one of the bags, tugging out a soft royal blue garment. I unfolded it, then stared in disbelief. It was a simple-looking shirt, longer in the back than the front, in my favorite shade of blue, but the light blue lettering said in a pretty scripted font, Daddy’s Little Princess. “Oh, my God! How?”

“Keep going.”

I set the shirt aside and reached in again. I tugged out light blue leggings covered in royal blue tiaras. “These!” I hugged them to me. “So much these!”

“Drink your coffee and then go put them on.”

“Really?” I bounced a little on his lap, so excited for his plans. “What’s the surprise?”

“It’s not a surprise if I tell you, sweetheart.”

“Please? Please?” I bounced harder.

“Nope.”

I pivoted around to straddle his legs. “Please?”

“Are we going to do this all day?”

Suddenly, I panicked at the idea of being little all day. He didn’t say how long it would last, but what if I needed more caffeine or I wanted adult time? “Liam, I’m not ready to do this all day.” I attempted to escape his lap, but he held me tight.

“Easy, love. What is it?” Liam rubbed his free hand over my back. “What spooked you?”

“Like sometimes when I’m in my younger mindset I get that terrible lack of a caffeine headache and then I’m so grumpy and there needs to be something like set in place because otherwise, I’m just miserable—”

He interrupted my rant with a kiss. “Lacey, relax. What do you say if you get overwhelmed when you’re in that space?”

“That’s a trick question.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I just tell you.”

“Right. You tell me and what happens?”

“Then you assess what’s going on, and where I’m at.”

“Then?”

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