Page 8 of My Fantasy Daddies

Her green gaze returned to the man at her side.“So ready.”

“One.Two.Three, shoot.”Tossing the drink back, I made sure to be as messy as possible without—hopefully—looking like an idiot.From the rumble of male groans and appreciation from all sides, I figured that was a safe bet.I grinned widely at those closest to me.“Show of hands!Option A, my way?”

Almost half the crowd lifted their hands.A heaviness filled my chest when I saw that the three daddies hadn’t raised theirs.I pretended to count, skipping over the big men.“Now, Option B, Lia’s way.”

More hands went up, and I was not the least bit pleased when the daddies didn’t raise their hands yet again.But Amelia’s doting admirer sure as hell did, which had a genuine laugh bubbling forward.“You win, Lia.”I gave in gracefully.

“Another round,” someone directly behind me called out.Several other women moved in on either side of Amelia and me, wanting to partake in our fun.Amelia took another shot with us but then requested a glass of water from the bartender.I gave an approving nod, glad she’d decided to cut herself off so she could keep a clear head about the man showing her so much attention.

I wanted her to have a good time.She could indulge in whatever debauchery she pleased, but I didn’t want her to have regrets.

And I promised myself I wouldn’t either.

Leaning on the bar top, well aware the undersides of my ass cheeks were on display, I tapped my nails on the smooth surface, giving the man to my left a sultry glance.He wasn’t as old as any of the daddies.If I had to guess, I would say late twenties at the most.He was good-looking in that surface kind of way that so many men were able to pull off.But that was all it was.It didn’t go past that.I could see in his eyes that he lacked what I needed.Brown hair styled back from his face, expensive suit, nice shoes.

There was no sprinkling of gray in his hair like Mr.Bear.Or laugh lines around his eyes like Mr.Golden Lion.He didn’t carry himself with nearly as much confidence as Mr.Panther.And while he left me feeling absolutely nothing, I knew how to make myself feel good.All I needed was a dick to ride.He wasn’t Mr.Right, but he could be Mr.Right-Now.“It’s been a long, rough week.I’m in need of something hard to help me unwind tonight.What do you suggest?”

He dipped his head closer to me, his breath brushing over my cheek.But before he could whisper a suggestion in my ear, he was abruptly gone.All the air felt like it was being forced from my lungs as I looked up into Mr.Bear’s dark eyes.My heart stopped, only to give a painful double beat in the next moment.

Inhaling sharply, I was overwhelmed with his scent.Fresh and earthy, like a cool spring day in the middle of a forest.Yet his eyes were ablaze, basking me in his heat.

I didn’t want to react to his nearness.Hated that my body so happily snapped to attention before him.He was mere inches away, no part of him brushing against me, but my entire body had goose bumps.

“Another drink, Mr.Barclay?”the bartender asked.

“Water,” he growled.

Ah fuck, he growled.

It was deep and rough, and that was exactly how I wanted him.On me.In me.All night long.

“For the lady as well.She’s cut off from anything containing alcohol for the remainder of the night.”

I shivered at the sound of another voice, so close to my ear.It took strength to shift my gaze from Mr.Bear to Mr.Panther, who had moved in behind me.His breath caused a few locks of my hair to tickle across my cheek, and I almost whined at the ripples of pleasure that rolled through me.

Until I realized what he said and thankfully returned to my senses.Turning so my back was against the bar, I shot Mr.Panther a scathing look.I spoke to the bartender.“I might be a little tipsy, but I am not drunk.There is no reason to cut me off.”

Rainstorm-gray eyes glimmered with a flash of lightning.“You’re going to hydrate or be escorted out.”

“Yeah?By whom, you?”I challenged.“Do you own this place?”

“I know the owner,” he said with a shrug.

“So does my father, and yet I’m not throwing that weight around like a bag of dicks to cut you off.Don’t attempt to micromanage me, asshole.You won’t like the consequences.”

“Your father is a friend of T.M.Pearson?”Mr.Golden Lion purred, moving in to stand right in front of me.“And who might he be, little vixen?”

Too close.Too close.Too close.

Not close enough!

I inwardly warred with myself, simultaneously hating and loving their nearness.Being surrounded by their body heat.Having their scents tease my nose felt like I was getting a contact buzz.It took everything inside me not to press my face into their chests one at a time and sniff them.

“Arnaud Barbier,” I supplied before I stopped to consider the repercussions.Damn it.I never threw Papa’s name around.If I was somewhere that our family had a membership or an open tab, I had to give his name and then any security codes for verification.But I didn’t go around announcing who either of my parents was.

That was one of the few things Eloise and I both agreed on.We didn’t want to go through life being given anything based on our family’s social status and wealth.People got weird when they knew our lineage for many reasons, rarely anything good.We never knew who was friend or foe, which could go either way when push came to shove.

Regretting the slip, I peered from one daddy’s face to another, searching for a reaction.Mr.Bear and Mr.Panther appeared unmoved by the name-drop, but I didn’t let myself relax.No reaction was still a reaction and something that people could hide behind.I would have been more at ease if they had shown a flicker of recognition.Arnaud Barbier was a name that anyone who could afford a membership into Inferno would know well.Someone didn’t have that kind of money without knowing who my father was.

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