Page 32 of Broken Daddy
But in the back of her mind she acknowledged that it had looked a lot like horror.
“You’re scared of me.” The words were said in an emotionless voice and if she hadn’t’ seen that flash of . . . something, then she’d think he didn’t care.
But it was clear that he did.
“N-no.” She shook her head and attempted to force a smile.
Calm. Happy.
Things can always be worse.
“Sorry, you just . . . I’m just a bit jumpy after he grabbed me. That’s all.”
That was part of it.
“That so?”
“Yep. I think that’s understandable, don’t you? Not every day a girl gets grabbed by a jerk while just doing her job.”
She started to reach for the glasses on the table, needing to distract herself. The way he was staring at her was unnerving. It was like he could see right inside her.
One glass slid from her hand and smashed onto the floor.
“Oh, shit!” she cried, kneeling down without thought to pick it up.
“Freeze!” he snapped.
She froze.
What the heck? How had he done that? It was like he had command of her body.
Devi had to suppress a shiver of longing that went down her body. How often had she wondered what it would be like to have someone take control?
Although not in a setting like this.
She’d much prefer someone take command of her in the bedroom.
“What do you think you are doing?” he growled.
“Picking up the glass.” She’d kind of thought that was obvious.
A squeal of shock escaped her as he reached down and grasped hold of her under the arms, lifting her onto her feet.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asked.
She tried to sound strong, but it came off a bit breathless and panicked.
He eyed her. “You shouldn’t be kneeling on the dirty floor.”
“The floor isn’t dirty!” she protested.
Well, it kind of was after a busy night. She grimaced as she stared down at her jeans. At least they were dark and hid a lot of sins.
“Yeah, it is. And you definitely shouldn’t be picking up glass with your bare hands.”
Okay. He kind of had a point with that.
He eyed her for a long moment. “No protest, huh? Good girl.”
