Page 6 of Daddy's Little Treat

When I’m sure he can’t overhear me, I grin at Chloe and Matt. “Let the games begin.” With a conspiratorial wink at both of them, I dash off in the direction opposite Logan.

The chase is on.

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LOGAN

When I return to the buffet table with a fresh drink, Kelsey’s nowhere to be found. Being of average height, she could easily blend into the crowd, so I figure I might’ve just lost sight of her. Springing onto my toes, I look around but don’t see her red cape or caramel-highlighted curls anywhere.

Where’d she go?

I see Matt munching on coconut shrimp at the other end of the table, so I head to where he stands. “Looks like I need the help of two superheroes,” I mutter, my head snapping to the right when I catch a glimpse of red cloth. But it turns out to be a woman in a she-devil costume. “Have you guys seen Kelsey?”

“She’s in the bathroom.”

“She stepped outside for some air.”

Chloe and Matt speak simultaneously, but they obviously don’t have their stories straight. They laugh at each other, leaving me confused.

“You’re both shitty liars. Now, what’s going on?” My eyes narrow with suspicion.

Chloe swipes the green cocktail from my hand as a delighted smile breaks across her face before she takes a sip. “This is really good,” she quips, obviously buying time.

“Chloe…” There’s just enough growl in my tone for her to take me seriously. This is the voice that excites Kelsey, but other people find it intimidating.

Chloe frowns. “No need to be a grump.”

I sigh and force myself to relax, not wanting to come off as a jerk to my sweet office manager. “I’m sorry. I just don’t like not knowing where Kelsey is. I get worried.”

Chloe looks thoughtful as she takes another sip of the pilfered drink. Then, she grins. “You’re a wolf, aren’t you?” she asks, gesturing to the party around us. “Why don’t you trychasingyour prey?”

Matt snickers into his beer, and it takes a second before I catch on to what she’s saying.

My Little Girl is playing a game with me. Well, I won’t keep her waiting.

“I guess I better hunt down Little Red Riding Hood, then,” I declare, already scanning the crowd. “If you’ll excuse me.”

Chloe and Matt share a secret smile, and I wonder if it was them who put Kelsey up to this game of cat and mouse. If so, I’ll be sure to send my gratitude because this is going to be fun. And when I get my hands on my Little Girl, I’m going to enjoy every second of punishing her.

Fuck, I can’t wait.

I’m on a mission now, scavenging this huge mansion. And the party isn’t restricted to just the ballroom. There are people in the salon, whereA Nightmare on Elm Streetplays on the biggest flat-screen TV I’ve ever seen. But Kelsey’s not here, or in the library, or on the back patio.

I clench my jaw as I continue searching the house, but I’m not irritated. I just need my Little Girl. I haven’t seen her all day, and the brief moment holding her in my arms wasn’t nearly enough. Fuck, the sight of her in that costume turned my cock to steel. I knew she’d look amazing in it, and I was right. Even if she doesn’t think so, my baby has perfect curves, and I plan to worship every inch of them later tonight.

I just have to find her first.

I see a flash of red and her playful grin out of the corner of my eye. But with hundreds of bodies milling around, she slips away again before I can make it through the crowd to catch her. It’s exhilarating and fucking torturous at the same time.

Mr. Tibideaux appears in front of me, making small talk that I try to focus on. But I spot Kelsey again over his shoulder as she’s talking to a woman I recognize to be her hairstylist. She’s so close now, but she must know I can’t step away from my conversation to pursue her. I’m aching to pull her into my arms, and when she glances my way, her sultry smile tells me she knows it. Then, she skims her fingertips along the plunging neckline of her dress, right over her cleavage.

You’re gonna pay for that, Little Girl.

She knows exactly what she’s doing, the temptress. My blood runs hot, and I manage to choke out an excuse to get away from our gracious host. But Kelsey is committed to the game. She manages to slip away when one of the Tomlinson sisters blocks my path. Which one, I don’t know, and I don’t care.

She’s short, with long blonde curls that tumble down her back and alabaster skin. She’s dressed as a bunny with a headband with long ears atop her head, but the rest of her costume is merely white lingerie.

“Hey! You’re Logan The Handyman, aren’t you?” I’m annoyed by her phony coyness when she uses my username from all of my social media sites.

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