Page 17 of Bartender Daddy's Girl
A lesson in sexual need? That sounds like my kind of class.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I press my chest out while I speak. “I won’t do it again, I promise. But keep it in mind for when we get back to the bar, okay?”
He nods frantically. “You better believe we’re going to have some fun when we get back there.”
I giggle as I shut the door and get back into the clothes I wore here. I have a few more lingerie sets that I brought with me, but they can wait for a private showing back in my room. Because let’s face it, Judge is already on the brink of doing something he might regret.
9
JUDGE
Carrie’s going to make me fuck her in the middle of town if she keeps this up. Teasing is one thing, but now that I’ve had a taste and feel of her sweet, little cunt, I’m an insatiable beast that won’t give a fuck about the consequences. The only reason I had to today was because there’s a larger threat looming, and I don’t want to be caught with my pants down … literally.
We finish up at the clothing store and drop off the bags in my truck. I chose my parking spot carefully. The Gray Hotel is in view from my door, and I can see all the coming and going around it. Not that there are many. It’s Thursday morning, just after ten, and most folks are either at work or touring the town already.
From the corner of my eye, I see the way she’s looking at me. She can tell something’s up and wants in on the secret.
“Want to grab something to eat before we head back?” I ask, leaning on the roof of my car. There’s a bistro two buildings overwith a similar view of the hotel. We can have a nice brunch and stake out the place all at the same time.
“We just had breakfast,” she says, shocked at my request. I chuckle, forgetting that normal people don’t have the insatiable appetite I do.
“It takes a lot more than bacon, eggs, and toast to fuel all of this. And I want to be at peak performance when I get you alone again.” Her cheeks turn that dark pink I adore.
“Fine, second breakfast it is,” she says, slamming the door shut. “But you have to promise to let me pay for it.”
“Absolutely not,” I use my stern voice to deter that silly idea.
“You boughtmytoothbrush andmyclothes. It’s the least I can do to say thank you.” Carrie loops around the car and joins me on the street. She slides her arms around my waist and pulls me closer for a kiss. I lean in and take as much as she’s willing to offer.
“And now I’m going to buyyoua second breakfast, and you’re going to stop thinking these silly things,” I say when my lips are free.
“You’re too good to me, y’ know that?” She takes my hand and we start walking.
“Baby, you haven’t seen half of it yet.” That, I can guarantee.
Completely oblivious to the impending threat half a block away, Carrie skips on the sidewalk, window shopping at every store that has anything on sale. She doesn’t stop at any of them, though I wouldn’t mind if she did. I’m here to spend time with her, and if she enjoys shopping, then I do too.
We get to the bistro and find a table outside under a parasol that matches Carrie’s eyes. The thought makes me smile.
Everything reminds me of her.
I order coffee, a stack of pancakes, and a handful of waffles. Carrie gets theDeath by Chocolatewaffle, and when it arrives, I can see why they call it that. It’s thicker and wider than the ordinary ones on my plate and smothered in a mixture of chocolate syrup, shavings, and broken-up blocks.
We eat in silence, a habit I picked up a long time ago, and she barely makes it through half the sugary treat.
“Too sweet for you?” I ask, taking a big bite of my syrupy treat.
“It was after the first bite,” she says, pushing the plate away from her. “I’m pretty sure the rest is going to put me in a sugar coma.”
If only . . .
Then I could handle my bloody business without her ever having to know it happened.
As the thought crosses my mind, Carrie’s attention snaps toward the glass-paneled door that brought us out here. Her eyes widen, and her entire body becomes rigid. That’s the look I’ve spent all morning trying to avoid.
“They’re here?” I ask, taking another bite. There’s no point in acting the fool now. I’m sure she’s summed up my odd behavior as having something to do with her boss coming to town.
She gulps down hard but doesn’t respond. Not even a nod of the head. Stunned and frozen with fear.
