Page 49 of Don't Call Me Daddy
I didn’t want to listen to his stupid commands, trust me. But every time I tried to find my own relief, I kept getting distracted by how much better it’d felt when Leo touched me. After several failed attempts and a charley horse in my hand, I finally gave it up and succumbed to my fate.
Who knew all it took to get me to listen was some pent-up sexual frustration and a firm tone from an older man? If I could harness this kind of willpower, there’s no telling what I’d be capable of achieving. It’s a dangerous power in the wrong hands, which makes sense that the responsible, controlled Leo Kingsley would be the only man known to wield it.
He can never know; his ego’s much too big already.
That was the hottest thing anyone had ever said to me, so it was torture, not being able to give myself a release, but in the back of my mind, I just kept thinking that if I listened to him, then maybe he’d burst through my door and put me out of my misery.
So, despite my efforts to disobey him again … I begrudgingly followed his orders, and I think that is deserving of some kind of acknowledgment, a special treat, something.
I just need to find the right opportunity to bring it up.
The elevator chimes, and we step inside. I turn to watch the gorgeous views as the elevator lifts us all the way to the top floor. Ashford Falls is breathtakingly beautiful, and Kingsley Tower has a prime location overlooking the waterfalls on one side and the old railroad station on the other. I’m sure this location was intentional.
“How many waterfalls are in this town?” I ask, trying to make small talk.
“Seven, but that’s the largest one, and if you look to the east, you can see another one from this vantage point.”
The elevator doors open, and I follow close at his heel.
“Oh, so youcanspeak. I was beginning to wonder if you’d lost your voice when you were moaning my name in the shower last night?—”
He stops abruptly, and I run smack into his back. “Have you not learned your lesson about trying to embarrass me?”
I give him a shrug. “I don’t remember it being so bad, having you finger-fu?—”
He slaps a palm over my mouth and pins me with a glare. “Listen very closely. I might have lost control last night, but I promise you I have no intentions of doing so again, and you’ll be wise to not push me.”
I stare up at him in forced silence for only a moment before he pulls his hand away, probably realizing he’s making a scene.
He straightens his tie and lowers his voice to a hushed whisper. “We’re at work now, and I expect you to at least pretend to be a professional while we’re inside these walls.”
I shove my hands in my pockets and rock back on my heels. “So, you don’t deny it?”
“What?”
“Does that mean youweremoaning my name? Because I was just fucking with you but?—”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Why the fuck did I agree to bring you here?”
“Your dad didn’t exactly give you a choice if I remember correctly, but I was still glitching from having my orgasm withheld from me, so I might not have the best memory.”
His jaw clenches, and he looks at me like I’ve exhausted him. “Please just try to keep quiet and don’t make a scene. People are working, and I don’t need you causing a distraction.”
“Sure thing, boss.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not? We’re at work. You’re paying me to be fake engaged to you. It’s either boss or Daddy, and you told me to stop calling you Daddy so?—”
“For Christ’s sake, do you ever shut up?”
“Only when my mouth’s full,” I say with a shrug.
“You’re making me question how much I really want this promotion with every minute that passes,” he mumbles under his breath as we step into the open office space, where a handful of staff members are already setting up for the day.
“Good morning, Leo.”
“Good morning.” He waves, then places his hand on the small of my back, as if he’s afraid I’ll run away and embarrass him if he doesn’t have a hand on me.
