Page 7 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

Ah, baby girl.

We stood there in the open doorway, the annoying peal of the phones not even enough to distract me as I suddenly felt like I’d just been dropped headfirst into the deep end. With a head injury.

Had her eyes always been that blue? How had I never noticed those little freckles in her irises? And that mouth… Goddamn, those lips were plump enough to get a man off in no time once they wrapped around his cock.

My slacks became too tight to stand straight. I had to shift my legs to make more room before I burst through the zipper. But I still couldn’t look away from all that beauty.

“That’s your type?” I asked, trying to tease, but my tone was anything but amused. I needed to know. Now. “Intense older guys?”

“Kind of.” She glanced inside and then stepped closer to me. I’d never taken much notice of how a girl’s hair smelled before, but damn, hers was floral and sensual as fuck. “I want a man who… Well, I guess what I want is someone who will take care of me,” she whispered, nervously licking her bottom lip. “In every way.”

As if she was worried someone would overhear. Or that I might judge.

Which would have been funny as hell if she didn’t look so vulnerable. She should never feel that way, not with me. Not fucking ever.

I gripped the box of muffins so hard I nearly destroyed the thin cardboard. Sammy wanted a…

Daddy.

Jesus Christ.

She was going to break me.

For as long as I could remember, Samara hadn’t been one to wait for things to drop into her lap. Even as a kid, she went after everything she wanted. Some would have called her an entitled, spoiled brat if they knew who her parents were. But it was because of her parentage that she had to fight harder than anyone else to get what she needed.

She didn’t require someone to take care of her or her needs.

And if she wanted a daddy, I’d fucking give her one.

But first, I needed to know why she seemed so hesitant to voice her desires.

“Why does that embarrass you, baby girl?”

Her lashes flickered. She liked my calling her that. Storing it away for later, I had to strain to hear when she spoke again.Why wasn’t the receptionist answering that damned phone?It was starting to piss me off because I could barely hear Samara.

“I’m not embarrassed. It’s just… You are my boss now, Elias. I don’t want you to think… I want to make you proud, okay?”

CHAPTERTHREE

samara

Nothing I’d toldElias was untrue.

I wanted a man who would take care of me. Who would allow me to just let go and not have to worry about everything, everywhere, every minute of the day.

His opinion mattered. More than anyone else in the world. It was the only one I’d ever cared about. Not even my parents’ opinions mattered to me. Especially not my mom’s.

I loved her, so much at times that it physically hurt. But my head didn’t always understand that she loved me too. What she thought of me had stopped mattering a long time ago. Nothing I did felt like it was good enough. I knew it wasn’t true. Deep down, I knew that. Which was why I’d had to train myself to stop caring what other people thought of me and my choices.

But I never could figure out how to turn off wanting Elias’s approval.

Which was okay because I had plans, and they all revolved around him. Caring what he thought was kind of important. If I didn’t care, then there would definitely be problems.

My confession to him was only supposed to test the waters. See if there was even an ounce of interest close to the surface. Hearing his ragged inhale and witnessing the way his eyes dilated told me he was a lot further along than I could have ever hoped for.

Elias Reid wanted me.

My fingers contracted around the muffin in my hand, almost squishing it, wanting to devour him more than the delicious-smelling breakfast pastry.Not yet, I tried to caution myself. I had to be smart. No matter how close he was, he might freak out if I moved too fast, too soon.

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