Page 37 of Protecting Little Phoebe

“Oh yeah.” Bummer. That meant she’d have to adult.

“Perhaps someone will bring it here for us,” he said, eyeing her as he sat back down in his chair.

It felt a bit strange to be in a high chair, but also a lot of fun. She could swing her feet back and forth and she felt so… free.

“I don’t want to put anyone out. And I have to pay the bill.”

“I’m sure that can be done online.”

Except she needed to pay in cash. Because her cards were all connected to her family. Why didn’t she have her own credit card? Could she transfer the money without it being traced? Maybe. It wasn’t like her brothers were hacking geniuses or anything.

“I suppose.”

“Let me call Zeus and see if he has someone who can help him drop it off.”

“Okie dokie, Daddy.”

Their food arrived and she practically licked her lips in anticipation. But the server put it all on the table and not on her tray.

“Daddy,” she said when they were alone again. “Can you put my food up here, please?”

“What lovely manners, but no.”

“No?” She gasped in horror. “Why not?”

“Because Daddy has to feed his Little girl,” he told her. “You can’t feed yourself.”

She couldn’t? Well, she could. But if he wanted to feed her, she certainly wasn’t going to turn him down.

He held up a piece of strawberry to her. She wrinkled her nose. Not because she didn’t like strawberries, she did. But she wanted some pancake with whipped cream on it.

“Pancake, Daddy?”

“You can have some pancake after you eat the strawberry,” he told her.

“Please?” She gave him puppy eyes and slid her lower lip out.

This look should be irresistible.

“Be a good girl for Daddy,” he told her. “You don’t want to get some extra lines added to your punishment, do you?”

Ahh, no. She did not. She was kind of hoping that he’d forgotten about that. So because she was a good girl, she ate the strawberry. And it was pretty delicious.

“Well done, little girl.”

She soaked up his praise, squirming happily as he gave her some pancake with cream. Yum. Yum. Yum.

“Whoops. You got a bit of cream right here.” He used his finger to wipe it off the corner of her mouth.

Then, to her shock, he sucked it off his finger.

Wow.

Hot.

Then he fed her a piece of banana, which she barely noticed since she was too busy staring at him. His lips quirked. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. The rat.

He fed her some more pancake and she hummed happily.

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