Daddy's Little Liar - Maren Smith Page 0,11
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She cringed and offered, “M-maybe there’s some kind of… um, arrangement… we could come to?” She couldn’t believe she’d just said that out loud. For damn sure, it didn’t sound half as sexy when she said it as it much in the pornos.
He didn’t look at all turned on by her offer or the tiniest bit intrigued. He didn’t look anything at all. His face was like a block of wood, bare of all expression.
“I beg your pardon?”
It came out sounding soft and dangerous, and suddenly, with those four words, Georgia went from being a woman in her mid-twenties to very small. She felt all of three inches tall, sitting on his dining room chair. She had to bite her lip to keep from begging again for him not to get mad, but she didn’t want to remind him it was still an option.
Wiping his mouth, he put his napkin down and sat back in his chair, dropping his hands into his lap as he regarded her.
“Is that the way you want this to go?”
Georgia startled. Was he… was he agreeing? Again, relief flooded her. Here she thought he was about to get angry with her, but it was all right. Everything was going to be all right.
Except, holy shit, now she had to sleep with him.
Only they wouldn’t be sleeping.
She twisted her hands to stop herself from fidgeting as little sparks flared way down in her fluttering womb. She could do a lot worse. He was nice, handsome, with a body that would make most male models green with envy.
“Yes,” she said, both to him and her own internal voices. “This is how I want this to go.”
“Fine.” He nodded once. “Your safeword is ‘I’d like to pay my bill now.’ No matter what else is happening, the minute you say that everything stops, but you will owe me the entire sum of the repair for your car, and I won’t do one more thing to the vehicle until it is paid. Is that clear?”
Safeword? Georgia blinked. “Um… yes. I think.”
“If you don’t say it, I expect you to do exactly what I say, when I say, and tomorrow when the part comes, I will put your car back together, and you’ll be free to go. It won’t be a free pass, however. While I am willing to write off my labor charges, I can’t afford to eat the cost of your head gasket. I can, however, pay for it until you can pay me back. Which you will do monthly, whatever you can afford until the balance is gone. Agreed?”
The rolling in her stomach eased a little. That sounded more than fair.
“Thank you. I know this hasn’t been fair of me, but I appreciate that.”
He arched an eyebrow, his handsome face taking on hints of stern disapproval.
“I’d have done that for you if you’d been honest with me from the start. I remember being broke in college, and I’m not heartless.”
Her fingers fidgeted no matter how tightly she tried to grip them.
“I’m sorry.”
“Not yet,” he replied cryptically. “But you will be before I’m done.”
What an oddly ominous way to begin what was about to be a live reenactment of a popular porno plot.
Nervousness intensifying, her voice failed her, and she ended up whispering, “O-okay.”
“What’s your name?”
“Georgia.” She had to clear her throat before her voice would return. “Wh-What’s yours?”
“I already told you. Sometimes they call me Daddy. Right now, with you, I think this needs to be one of those times.”
Just like that, the world’s most popular porno plot turned unexpectedly kinky.
Chapter Three
“Excuse me a moment,” Kace said as he got up from the table. He left the kitchen with her eyes burning startled holes into his back all the way down the hall to the bathroom, where he quietly sequestered himself.
Wiping suddenly sweaty hands on the back pockets of his jeans, he braced them on the edge of the sink and gave himself a hard look in the mirror.
What was he doing?
Margo was right. He couldn’t believe he admitted that to himself, but damn it, Margo had been right. He had a type. There was no other explanation—zero—why he’d just said what he’d heard pop out of his mouth.
Not about the car. He would have tried to help her had she been honest from the start. He wasn’t sure he’d have ordered the head gasket, but he’d have helped her call around to a couple of places to see about a loan.