Page 55 of Daddies' Captive

Grady nodded. “That’s the feeling I get too.”

“Don’t like where she’s living.” And that worried him as well. Because he had no idea where any of his other employees lived.

Didn’t give a shit about their neighborhoods.

Maybe that made him a terrible person . . . but he already knew that. He wasn’t destined to end up in the clouds with the angels, and he was okay with that.

That was the life he’d chosen to live.

So why did he care about where she lived? Why did he care that she didn’t own any gloves? That her shoes were too small and hurting her feet? That she got motion sickness when she sat backward in a car?

This was confusing as hell.

It’s because you want to fuck her.

Probably . . . except he’d never cared this much about anyone he’d wanted to fuck either.

So yeah, he was confused.

“Neither do I,” Grady said. “But it’s not our business where she lives.”

To anyone else, Grady might sound callous. But Steele understood where he was coming from.

He was trying to remind Steele that she wasn’t theirs. And that she would never be theirs.

Because they didn’t do relationships. Steele, because he didn’t want to ever risk losing someone the way he’d lost Jacqui. And Grady because . . . well, Steele wasn’t completely sure why Grady had never found anyone.

“She’s not our problem,” he muttered. “Beyond being an employee.” That gave him some rights to dictate to her. But not much. Then again, Steele wasn’t a typical employer.

“Is that going to be a problem?” Grady asked.

He leaned back in his chair. “I’m not going to curb who I am. Not for anyone.”

“So what you’re saying is that you won’t stop being stubborn, annoying, and bossy?”

“Exactly.”

“Christ,” Grady muttered. “You can’t fuck her.”

He knew that. It was against the rules.

That didn’t mean that he didn’t want to.

He watched as she walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing some sort of pant suit that didn’t fit her properly and was the wrong color for her skin tone. Along with those ridiculous slipper boots.

And he still thought she was hot as fuck.

This was definitely a problem.

A server walked in and Effie smiled at him.

The server smiled back and moved to pull out her chair. Grady stood and got to the chair before the server could get there, pulling it back for her.

Her face grew startled as she stared at Grady.

“Please sit.” It was worded politely, but Steele could hear the command and so could she.

She sat.

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