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Kyler retreated to the bathroom and returned with some towels.

“Let me clean you up.” Kyler placed a damp towel between my legs. “Don’t want you to get your panties wet.”

I giggled.

“What’s so funny?” Kyler dried me with the other towel, pulled my panties up and smoothed down my dress.

“Daddy,” I placed a hand on his shoulder. “My panties are always wet when I’m around you.” With a wink.

“Well, maybe you should just go without.”

I blinked and closed my legs.

Kyler laughed and took my hand. I hopped off the bed. We headed to the door.

“Come on, little girl.” He squeezed my hand and kissed. “We’re already late for dinner.”

CHAPTER23

Like most of our outings, we left the apartment surrounded by four security guards. We weren’t leaving the property, but we would be switching to the next building, and I wanted to take Rayna outside. She’d never seen the Quadrangle at night in all its glory. We rode down to the lobby and through the back exit to one of many employed only passageways between the buildings. There were underground tunnels, too, but the only fresh air my girl had gotten in the last two months was on my pool deck at twenty-four stories in the air.

As we approached the door, Rayna pulled on my hand.

“It’s okay.” I leaned over and kissed the side of her head. “It’s safe.”

We stepped out and Rayna’s eyes grew big as the rise of the three buildings reached the stars.

“Wow.” She stopped and spun around. The little pink and black dress she picked out spun around her and showed a hint of her ruffled boy shorts. It made my dick hard.

“They’re huge.” She skipped to the center of the passageway and craned her neck up. “I can’t even see the top.” She pointed to Quad III. “Is that the apartment?”

I came up behind her and supported her as she leaned against my chest for a better angle. “Yes.” I spun her around. “Randall lives up there.” I pointed to the top of Quad II with its protruding top floor. The building reminded me of the letter T.

“It looks like it’s going to fall off the top.” She stared up at me. “And that’s Quad I, she pointed to the building furthest away.

“Yes.” I took her hand and walked her towards the building next door. “And, this is Quad IV.”

“Why is it so much smaller?” She asked.

“Ask Chandler.” I laughed and pulled her along.

She took another look back as we entered Quad IV. Up a few stairs to the service elevator, I pressed the fourth floor, and the wide steel structure jolted and ambled upwards.

I ran my thumb up and down the side of Rayna’s palm. She was a bundle of energy, twitching and flicking her thumb and index finger back and forth like the day I met her. She’d forgotten about the plug in her ass. I reached behind her and tapped on it.

She gasped under her breath. A little reminder calmed her down. She glared up at me. I laid a quick kiss on her lips. The doors opened, and we exited the elevator. Patrick, on point, walked down the hall. Once it was clear, he waved us forward.

Another gasped from Rayna had me thinking about cutting dinner short. With the tea party at the club, it was going to be a long night, and I owed this to Rayna. Before she left me, I wanted her to see what her life would be like when she returned.

The open room had been redesigned since the last time I was here. The walls were painted a deep purple and the carpet a shag black. A small setting area with a couch and chairs sat in the corner near the floor to ceiling windows. The marble dining table had patterns of starts and swirls, like the night sky. I told Josh to keep it simple, but the table was set for a feast.

Chandler was sprawled on the couch on the phone. A young woman kneeled at his feet with her hands on her thighs, her head bowed. At least she was clothed, mostly. I recognized her as one of the house subs. She was new. A pretty girl dressed in a strapless black dress hugged her slight frame. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a high ponytail.

Rayna noticed her and pulled on my sleeve.

“I got to go.” Chandler got off the phone.

“Rayna.” He stood up and approached us with open arms. I was curious as to what Rayna would do. Chandler had been nice to her, but their interactions had been limited to discussions on how she got here and keeping her safe.

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