Page 60 of Filthy Business
“And they helped?”
“Mmm. So far. Did you get Connor transferred?”
“Ah, yes. I forgot to tell you. His choices were to resign or relocate. Why? Has anybody said anything to you?”
“No, I think they’re too scared of you,” I smiled, remembering Daddy punching Connor until his face was a bloody pulp. “I’m glad you didn't get into trouble.”
“He should never have put his fucking hands on you,” he said vehemently.
I hooked my arm around his neck.
Saying no all the time wasn’t easy for women, especially when men’s egos were so fragile. The nervous laugh or okay, just one drink to pacify them—I’d seen it all. It was why I never went out at Uni. It caught me by surprise in a work environment.
If Daddy hadn’t punched him, I would've.
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“Can I take the blindfold off?”
“No,” he said.
“Why do I feel like I’m being kidnapped?”
“Because you are.”
“That makes sense. It would be more authentic if you tied my hands and feet up,” I suggested helpfully as he placed me on a padded seat.
Mmm. This was comfy.
“I’ll take note for your next kidnapping.”
I lifted my head, but he’d tied the blindfold too tightly. I couldn’t see a thing. There was some shuffling before I felt a cold glass pressed against my lips.
“I’m not sure I should accept a beverage from my kidnapper,” I said, trying not to smile.
“It’s only cranberry juice,” he whispered in my ear.“I want you fully hydrated before I fuck you so hard you scream my name while coming on my dick.”
“Oh,” I said, squirming on the chair—but I opened my mouth.
The cold, sweet liquid was refreshing. The glass was placed on a table, and Daddy put my seatbelt on.
“Actually, you don't need this,” he murmured and the belt opened again. L
I wasn’t in a car. When the engine fired up, I gasped. I was on an aeroplane.
“Oh my God. You really are kidnapping me. Taking me to international waters.”
Daddy snickered and untied the blindfold.
I blinked against the low lighting as the blindfold slipped away, my vision adjusting to soft leather seats and mahogany panels. Everything was sleek, intimate, expensive. And utterly empty. Just us.
A private jet.
Of course it was.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.“We’re actually flying somewhere?”
“I told you. You’re being kidnapped,” he said, already unbuttoning his cuffs as he sank into the seat across from me.“I needed you all to myself for a few days. No staff. No work. No interruptions.”
