Page 57 of Don't Call Me Daddy
I should stop this before it gets any worse.
“Two.”
Why is he just staring at me like that instead of stopping this?
“Three!”
Oh well, here goes nothing. This is for you, Ferny.
His stare bores into me, sucking me in like we’re the only two people in the room. I keep my eyes trained on him as I dump the freezing pitcher of ice water over my chest, feeling my nipples harden beneath my thin white tank top.
I’m yanked out of the moment when the ice-cold water splashes down my body, soaking my legs and feet, and I suck in a shocked breath.
See-through wet T-shirts fill the room as titties of all shapes and sizes are on full display. Long ones, big ones, small ones …
Who knew Janice was hiding such a great rack under those cardigans?
A laugh bubbles out of me at the ridiculous situation, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget this moment for as long as I live.
“This is the best day of my life!” an old man I don’t recognize shouts, lifting his arms over his head in celebration.
Ricky moves to a now-soaking-wet Janice and pushes her up against a wall. They share a moment of intense eye contact before his mouth crashes to hers, and she hikes up her leg, wrapping it around his back to pull him closer.
Well, damn. Maybe all that competitiveness brewing between them was something else after all.
I feel Leo before I hear him, his anger vibrating in the air between us.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Ivy?” he growls behind me and spins me to face him, holding up my hands.
“Leo, listen. It’s not what it looks like. We’re just having a little fun, and things got out of hand.”
His eyes trail down my body ever so slowly, his gaze lingering on the see-through fabric of my white T-shirt and my whole body lights on fire. And it’s as if his switch has flipped, revealing the real Leo once again, his eyes growing darker as he drinks me in.
When he finally tears his gaze back up to meet my eyes, his nostrils are flared, and there’s a pained expression on his face.
He moves closer, and I find myself walking backward until my ass bumps against a table as his massive body towers over me, shaking with rage.
“Do I need to remind you that you are my fiancée? You’re supposed to be making me look good.”
“I … I … am,” I stammer out as I brace my hands on the table to keep myself up right.
He grits his teeth. “How the fuck is pouring water over yourself, exposing your tits to the whole town … and encouraging my entire department to do it with you … making me look good, Ivy?”
He lifts my chin with his hand, craning my neck to meet his eyes.
Fuck, it’s so hot when he’s mad. I know there’s got to be something wrong with me if this type of attention is what gets me going, but I have to clench my thighs to keep my throbbing pussy from distracting me.
I press my chest out, feeling his eyes burning across my damp flesh, and my nipples harden even more from his hot, intense gaze.
I open my mouth to speak, but before I can defend myself, he swipes an arm around my back and pulls me flush against his chest.
“You’re such a fucking brat. I left you alone for two hours, and you turned the whole place into a goddamn sex club.” Hereaches behind his back and pulls off his shirt, then pulls it over my head. The shirt easily hangs to my knees and engulfs me in the scent of his cologne. “Cover yourself up and go to the car while I deal with this.”
I shake my head. “No, you don’t have to do that. Let me help you shut it down. I don’t want you to have to be the bad guy.”
He quirks a brow. “Really? Since when are you concerned with my image? Go to the car, Ivy. You’ve done enoughhelpingfor one night. Don’t you think?” His words are laced with anger and something that sounds like disappointment, and for the very first time, I actually feel guilty for being so impulsive.
I guess I’m not used to my actions affecting anyone else.
