Page 2 of Tinley's Daddy
He grinned.
Mr. Sing reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold bracelet with purple flowers on it.
“May I?” he asked Daddy.
Daddy nodded.
I held out my wrist.
“There you go. Now everyone in the club will know you are your Daddy’s little girl.”
“Thank you.” I stared at the bracelet and counted the flowers. Five in all. So cute.
I peeked at the other couple as Daddy and Mr. Sing talked. She held out her wrist with pink flowers. She waved. I waved back and grinned.
Tonight was going to be the best night of my life.
CHAPTER 1
JOSH
“He bought a fucking building.” I shook my head and made my way out of my office across the hotel lobby toward the elevator.
“Yeah, I thought you knew.” Mauri, my assistant’s giggle flowed through the phone line like she wasn’t aboard a plane to New Jersey with our entire team to secretly move our boss into the penthouse of the building he apparently bought without telling me, mind you all, to keep an eye on his girl.
“Is he with y’all?” I hadn’t spoken to Kyler in a few days, caught up in negotiations for another property here in Paris for the next Quadrangle hotel. While the personal expenditures of my billionaire boss were none of my business, as my best friend, that was another story. I knew why he didn’t tell me. I would have tried to talk him out of it.
Don’t get me wrong, buying a building to keep an eye on a woman was romantic, I guess. It was also mad crazy and a waste of money.
“No, we’re flying out early.” Another voice I recognized but couldn’t place said something.
“He’s flying in later?—”
“You know what?” I rolled my eyes. “Nevermind. I’ll call him myself.”
I stepped into the lounge off the main lobby. It was mostly deserted. One of the waitresses headed in my direction. I shook my head, held up a hand, and stopped her in her tracks. I’d been in Europe most of the summer, touring our properties and making sure the standard of care had not dropped, post-pandemic and all.
I’d been in Paris long enough for the staff to know who I was, and it was becoming an issue to get them to treat me like any other guest.
I tapped on Kyler’s number.
It rang three times.
“Yeah.” He was his normal cheerful self.
“You bought a fucking building?”
He didn’t answer. I sighed loudly. “Hell, Ky, why stop there? Why not buy the university or the whole state of New Jersey while you’re at it?”
“You can’t tell me you wouldn’t do anything in your power to keep your girl safe.”
“Yeah, but is she really still your girl?” I regretted the words as they left my mouth. “Listen, man, just be careful. Your brand of caring borders on the stalking and kidnapping side of the law.”
“How do you figure?” He huffed.
“You are forcing a girl to live in your building and have cameras and a security team on her twenty-four seven. Even I could make an argument for unlawful imprisonment at the least.”
“Then maybe you should get your ass back home and make sure I don’t take it too far.” He chuckled, noting I couldn’t stop him if I tried.
