Page 11 of Fight Me Daddy

A few minutes later, the door closed behind me and I turned. Calix locked the door before he turned and looked at me. His long, dark hair had been pulled up into a bun and instead of his usual sweats and t-shirt that I was getting all too used to seeing, he was wearing a pair of dark slacks with a silver buckle and a black button-up. I could see myself ripping the shirt off of him and watching the buttons fly and the shock that would decorate his face from me doing it.

"What?" he asked, a sharp edge to his voice. "You told me to dress better. Is this not okay?"

"It's good enough," I said, shaking myself out of my trance. "And lose the attitude. We have a long night ahead of us. If you're going to be an asshole the entire time, it's going to get old very quickly. Understood?"

"Yeah," he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets before he glanced away from me.

"No," I said as I walked closer and gripped his chin. "You work for me now. Yes, sir is the acceptable way to answer me. Now, do you understand, Calix?"

Calix's tongue darted out and swiped across his lower lip making it shine. I bet it would be entertaining to bite that plump lip and make him squirm.

"Yes, sir," he said finally before he pulled his chin out of my grip and nodded. "Can we go?"

I gave him one last look over before I turned and walked down the stairs. There would be plenty of time to teach Calix how to behave, but we had work to do and it wouldn't be accomplished by standing around. Or thinking of all the ways I could fuck him. That was all Calix would be to me. Another one-night stand.

I jerked my chin in the direction of my car. "Get in."

Calix moved past me and slipped into my car. I watched as he stared straight ahead and his jaw ticked.

At least both of us would be annoyed tonight.

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