Page 6 of Watch Me, Daddy

“Your father is the one that sent me here to take you,” he replied quietly, cocking his head slightly. He studied me closely, his eyes sparkling as recognition bloomed over my face. I gritted my teeth and squeezed my arms harder, feeling far out of my element.

“I don’t believe you,” I countered, but there was a very slight part of me that considered that maybe he was telling the truth. Did my father know about Anton after all?

“Why would I lie to you?”

“To keep me from fighting whatever this is, to keep mequiet.”

I spat the last word out, unable to hide the vitriol I had for the way that Anton had demanded that of me only hours ago. Did he know I’d been taken? Did he care? Was he just drowning himself in a bottle of vodka for the night?

“I would never dream of keeping a girl like youquiet,” he answered, his voice wrought with heat.

I swallowed hard, turning my head so that I could look out the window instead of the molten volcano of his gaze. “Where are you taking me?”

“To a safe house that’s been specially prepared for you and me,” he answered. “A protective detail is already there waiting for us to ensure that you’re kept safe.”

“Who are you?” I pressed again.

“I already told you my name. That’s all you’re going to get for now.”

Aidan’s refusal to share his last name with me gnawed at my patience like an incessant itch. When I had asked, he deflected the question, leaving me more frustrated than before. I sensed that there was more to him than met the eye, but his reluctance to be transparent about his last name only fueled my irritation.

“You’re an asshole,” I exclaimed, unable to keep myself from scowling as I met his gaze.

“But those needy little nipples are stillrock hard, aren’t they?”

As Aidan’s sharp gaze fell upon me, I felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere, and my heart skipped a beat. His eyes darkened with an unmistakable desire that sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him, mesmerized by the intensity of his stare. It was as if a fire had been ignited in his soul. The world around us seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of us locked in a charged moment of tension.

I both hated and loved every second of it.

“Fuck you,” I spat, finally getting a hold of myself long enough to speak. I crossed my legs and leaned as far away from him as I could, not knowing what to do about this electrical pull between us. My core throbbed, and I bit my lip, hazarding a glance back at him. Did he know what kind of effect he was having on me?

His answering smile told me that he did.

He didn’t say anything else before the car pulled into a back alley and idled as the driver waited for the garage door in front of us to rise before he parked inside. The gentle rumble of the engine quieted as he turned the car off.

Aidan opened his door, turned around, and offered me his hand. Like the perfect gentleman who hadn’t just kidnapped me, thrown me over his shoulder, and carried me off, he waited for me to take it.

I didn’t.

I climbed out of the car on my own. His face twisted in a mask of barely concealed amusement, and I scowled in his direction. I glanced out the garage door, but it was too late to make a run for it because it was already closing behind us. Annoyed at myself for missing an opportunity, I scuffed my foot against the floor and put my hands on my hips.

For a moment, his gaze drifted down to my chest, almost as if he was making a point to stare at my breasts, and then his eyes rose to meet mine. I knew what he was seeing. Ever since I’d found myself in his presence, my body had been set on fire, and he was seeing the evidence of it right in front of his eyes. I gritted my teeth and lifted my chin, standing up as straight as I could as if I was completely unaffected by my shameful arousal, even though I was anything but.

Even worse, the look of appreciation on his face told me he was enjoying the sight of my body in my skintight workout outfit.

But then, something else occurred to me. I never wore underwear under my leggings.

Immediately, heat rose to my face at the realization. I felt a telltale warmth spread across my cheeks, betraying the blush that I could not hide. The color of these particular leggings grew darker when I perspired, which in the past had always made me feel like I’d put in hard work during a workout. Right now, though, I wished I’d picked a black pair instead.

I stepped from one foot to the other, shifting my thighs against one another to find out if what I was thinking was really true.

The fabric was wet. My arousal had dampened it, and there was no question in my mind that it had been fully visible when he’d thrown me over his shoulder. Had he seen how wet he’d made me? Had Liam? Had anyone else?

The flush across my cheeks grew hotter, but I had to stand my ground.

“What now?” I questioned, unable to hide the way my voice trembled with embarrassment from my recent discovery. As if he could read my thoughts, his gaze dropped to the cusp of my thighs and then up to my face.

He said nothing, but that was somehow worse than him saying anything at all. Did I want him to acknowledge it? Did I want him to ignore it?

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