Page 164 of Daddies' Captive

“Because she’s obsessed with you.” She nodded.

“What?” Steele asked.

“Oh.” She looked at Grady. “He didn’t know?”

“I think he’s in denial.”

“Wow. Dude, she was obsessed with you, like stalker-obsessed. She’s probably got a shrine to Steele in her bedroom. Gets out her vibrator and comes thinking about you. Maybe she even writes your names together with little love hearts in her diary.”

Okay. Effie probably should have tried to think before speaking. Because they were both staring at her like she’d lost her marbles.

“You really think that she was so into me that she’d have a shrine to me in her bedroom? One she’d masturbate to?” Steele asked, showing no embarrassment as he said the word masturbate.

Didn’t matter, she’d gone red enough to impersonate a stop light.

Oh God.

What had she just said? And in the middle of a freaking diner?

Knowing she needed to hide, she slid under the table. Maybe she could just crawl out of here. Make a run for it. Sure, she didn’t have a car or anything but she could take the bus home.

Right?

“She’s trying to hide again,” Grady said.

“It’s cute.”

“I don’t like her sitting on the floor in a public place where I can’t be sure that the floor is clean enough,” Grady stated.

“Come here, baby girl. You’re upsetting Grady.” Steele reached down for her.

She was upsetting Grady? She didn’t want to do that. Also, Grady got upset? She knew he got angry which was a scary sight. But upset?

“Watch your head.” Steele put one hand on top of her head to protect her as he drew her up into the booth.

“Perhaps we need to look into some sort of restraint when she is sitting,” Grady suggested.

“I don’t need to be restrained!”

Of course she said this just as the server returned with their food. He paused and looked at them all.

“Um. Uh.”

She attempted to slide down off the seat again. She was just going to hide down here forever.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Steele said, placing a large arm firmly over her stomach. “And you can put the food down.”

“I, um, ah, are you all right, ma’am?” the young guy asked.

“No,” she cried.

He gaped at her as he set the food down.

“You just ma’amed me. That means I’m old. I’m officially old.”

“I, uh, it . . .”

“We’re fine,” Grady said firmly. “So is Effie. Effie, you want to put this guy at ease before he calls the cops on us?”

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