Daddy's Little Liar - Maren Smith Page 0,12

There was a car title company that probably would have fallen all over itself to loan on a ’69 Camaro in that condition. Then again, the interest rate at places like that was nothing short of criminal. He ought to be ashamed for even considering that an option.

What was that old saying, Not my circus, not my flying monkeys? It wasn’t his fault her car wasn’t running or his responsibility to fix it. At the same time, it just wasn’t in him to leave anybody—man, woman, bigfoot… no-foot, sitting out there at his kitchen table with those wide, startled, blue eyes of hers—stranded in a remote place like Solstice Springs.

Shit, he had a type. How the hell did he get to this point in his life without knowing he had a type?

He’d always known about his kinky side, but something like this went well beyond the allure of swatting a woman’s ass or pinning her down in bed while he loved her until her legs shook, her back arched, and she wasn’t just moaning his name, she was screaming it.

Oh yeah, this went way beyond that. Worse, she was a customer, not a girl he was trying to pick up at the park or a bar. Just like Margo had warned, she was hitting his nurturing, protecting, Daddy Dom triggers.

Until now, he’d been proud of himself for his ability to ignore it. Like when he’d told her to eat her vegetables, and she’d obeyed, in the most subconscious and grudgingly adorable way. That had pricked his inner Daddy, but he’d swallowed it back. He’d swallowed it back earlier, the while she’d stood in his garage instead of putting her foot up. He’d let it go because there had been no way for him to demand she obeyed without coming across as exactly what he was—a care provider. He’d stubbornly kept himself from doing it because he didn’t have a right or her consent to force her.

He had it now.

Oh, these were dangerous waters.

She wasn’t his date, certainly wasn’t his submissive, so the question now was, what was he going to do about it?

Well, he wasn’t going to sleep with her. He would never, ever take advantage of a woman like that—

Except, she’d offered that, too.

No. He’d seen her face as she’d rushed to explain herself. She wouldn’t have said that if she wasn’t so desperate. Still, she had said it, and it had triggered his inner Daddy so unexpectedly, he’d accepted. That she’d stammered as she’d said it—which was almost cute, but it wouldn’t get her out of trouble. Had she said something like that to almost any other man, he knew she’d be facing a lot worse now than the spanking his hand itched to give her.

That stammer had been the only reason he’d stayed seated at the table instead of jumping up, putting away the food, doing the dishes, excusing himself for bed, where no doubt, he would have lain awake late into the night, replaying those words over and over in his head. M-Maybe there’s some kind of, um, arrangement… we could come to? That stammer had said she didn’t do things like this all the time. He wouldn’t be surprised to learn she’d never done it, but she’d done it now. The offer was made, he’d accepted, laid out his rules, and she’d agreed. What more was left to think about?

“Fix her car,” he told himself sternly. Spank her ass, give her something to remember, so she never considered doing anything this dangerous again, and tomorrow, send her on her damn way.

He had no illusions about the outcome. Once she drove away, he would never see her again and might not see a dime for the head gasket.

That was probably for the best. She’d already lied to him. The last thing he wanted or needed to do was get caught up in a relationship with another woman who didn’t think twice before spinning her yarns.

So, fine. He’d call it what it was—a one-night stand with a young lady in sore need of a hot, red bottom.

She’d certainly come to the right place.

Georgia was still sitting, frozen in indecision, when he returned from the bathroom.

“From now until this is over, you will call me Daddy,” he announced as he dropped to sit again in his chair.

“C-Call you… Daddy?” If she thought the embarrassment of making her porno offer had been excruciating to get through, adding that word to the whole situation was a real education. Flames blossomed