Page 26 of Rayna's Daddy

“No, I got it.” He chuckled. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, ranch dressing, and ketchup and soft chocolate chip cookies.” I clapped my hands and giggled.

He rolled his eyes, whispering, “brat,” under his breath. I jumped off the stool and walked over to the window.

He relayed my order to someone through the phone. Amusement played at the corner of his mouth when he added the soft chocolate chip cookies.

He hung up the phone and stood next to me, staring at the Vegas skyline.

“I’m going to jump into the shower.” He turned to face me. “You think you can behave yourself until I get back?”

Turning my face to him, I nod.

“Use your words, Rayna.”

“Yes, sir.” I look down at my feet.

“You have such a pretty voice.” He lifted my chin and pulled it toward him. “You should always use it when speaking to me.”

“When I speak freely, I tend to ramble.” I stared into those gray eyes of his.

“I thought you said you ramble when you’re nervous.” He tilted his head.

I squared my body to his. “First, I fidget and then I get nervous and then I ramble, and I get even more nervous and then I ramble some more. It’s a vicious cycle. My grandmother used to thump me on the nose to distract me, but then one time she thumped too hard and -–“

Kyler leaned in and kissed me on the nose.

“No need to be nervous, little Ninja.” He stared into my eyes for what felt like hours. “But I do enjoy your voice, so ramble away.”

I leaned against the window. It was the only thing preventing me from melting into the floor like a pile of goo.

CHAPTER8

“Patrick will bring up the food.” I point at the door. “When he rings, look through the peephole and ask him to identify himself.” I stepped backwards to put some distance between us. My sweatpants could only conceal so much. Staring into her beautiful brown eyes made my cock ache.

“Why doesn’t he just come in? You know him.” She shrugged.

“Because, it’s better to be safe than sorry.” I turned back to stare at her. “A good habit to start.”

“Okay.” She didn’t believe me. Yet, somehow, I knew she would still obey.

“Why don’t you pick out a movie for us to watch for when the food arrives?” I point to the remote on the coffee table.

She salutes and puts her hands behind her back.

“Good girl.”

I headed toward my room.

“Why do you do that?” I turned back. The sassy attitude dropped, and she looked down at her feet.

“Do what?”

“Call me little Ninja and Rayn Drop, and good girl” She walked back to the window. “Earlier you called me a brat?”

“Why do you think?”

She shrugged.

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