Page 64 of Daddies' Captive

Except get up there and do it yourself.

Well, that was true. She could do that. If she had a ladder and knew how to put up a security light.

Maybe she could find a video to tell her what to do.

“I’ll arrange a security light,” Steele said.

“What? No! I mean, the landlord said he’s onto it.”

Yeah. That was a total lie.

He cut her a side look, but Grady appeared, carrying a shoe box.

Oh God. The confetti shoes. They’d really bought her the confetti shoes. She couldn’t believe it.

Steele’s phone started ringing as she reached in for her keys.

“I got to take this. Raul will pick you up Monday at eleven-thirty,” he told her.

“Uh, I can get myself to work.”

“You got a car?” Steele countered.

“No.”

“Then Raul will pick you up.” He stepped away, talking into his phone.

“Don’t fight him on that, sweetheart,” Grady told her as she stared after him in shock. “Unlock your door.”

“Uh, I’d invite you in, but the place is in a state.”

“It’s all right.”

She got the feeling he understood exactly why she didn’t want them coming inside. Shame had her shoulders slumping.

“Effie. Look at me.”

She glanced up at him.

“Go inside. Lock the door behind you. Get warm. Rest. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Be a good girl over the weekend. I’ll see you Monday.”

She unlocked the door and took the box in a bit of a daze. After walking in, she just stood there until there was a knock on the door.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Have you locked the door?”

“Oh, yes! Done! Thank you for dinner! And my slippers!”

“You already said that, sweetheart,” he reminded her. “Sleep well.”

She leaned her forehead against the door. How long since someone told her to sleep well?

And he’d told her to be a good girl. Sure, it was a bit strange for a boss to say that to his employee. But she got the feeling these guys weren’t going to be ordinary bosses.

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