Page 35 of Daddies' Captive

It was a sight she’d never forget for the rest of her life. Her handbag in Damon Steele’s hand. Utterly ridiculous. He made her handbag look small when it was anything but.

And had she mentioned that it was bright pink? Almost neon, it was so intense. And he carried it like he was carrying a briefcase. Without a care about the way he looked.

That sort of confidence was . . . so sexy.

He walked her out the back to a smaller parking lot that was obviously for employees and over to a large town car.

Then he surprised her by opening the back door.

She stared at him, then at the door.

“Get in, babe. It’s freezing out here and you’re half-dressed.” His tone was gruff, a bit impatient. But she understood it. He had other things he needed to do, and she was standing there, staring at him like an idiot.

But there was something she needed to ask. “He’s a good driver?”

Steele stared down at her for a moment. She waited for him to get impatient with her. But he simply nodded. “Yeah, babe. Wouldn’t have him as my driver if he wasn’t the best there was.”

She tried to ignore the babe. He probably called everyone that. But it went to her head, making it spin.

To try and hide her reaction, she quickly climbed into the car.

A broad-shouldered, dark-haired man sat in the driver’s seat. He looked back at her through the rearview mirror.

Steele leaned in. “Seatbelt.”

She always wore her seatbelt and she’d barely just sat down, so he hadn’t exactly given her a chance to grab it.

“Raul, take Spitfire home. Drive careful. Precious cargo.”

Holy. Heck.

Warmth filled her belly.

Precious cargo.

He couldn’t know what those words meant to her. Maybe this was like his ‘babe’, something he said to every woman Raul drove home, but it still felt nice. And she didn’t want to think about how many women there had been in this car.

Nope.

“You got it,” Raul replied.

Steele shut the door before she could say goodnight.

Okay. That was a bit rude.

She gave her address to Raul and he drove her silently through the streets. While Raul was very careful, she still found herself clenching her hands together and chewing on her lip.

By the time they got to her neighborhood, she felt exhausted from all the stress. The pills had kicked in, so her pain level was low, but she was sleepy as hell.

“Thank you,” she told him, undoing her belt and reaching for the door as he came to a stop.

“I’ll walk you to your door.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“In this neighborhood, Miss, it certainly is.”

Okay, seemed even the mysterious Raul was bossy and protective. Good to know.

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