Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“You think I would give you something that made you sick?” Steele gave her a shocked look.
“It might. I might get the sickies from it.”
“If you do, then you never have to try it again,” Steele told her.
She sighed. Long and loud.
This was a huge imposition. But she guessed if Daddy really wanted her to risk her health to try something this yucky, then she had to be a good girl.
Picking up a chip, she took a delicate bite.
Oh God.
It was delicious.
“Daddy! Why haven’t you given this to me before?” She ate that one, then another. “These are sooo good. It’s a crime I haven’t eaten them before.”
“Is it?” Steele said with amusement.
“Uh-huh, Daddy.”
Grady walked over and set the lasagna down on the table. Then he reached for a kale chip.
Big. Mistake.
She smacked his hand away. “No!”
“Excuse me?” Grady asked.
“Not yours. Effie’s.”
“Effie has to share,” Grady told her.
“No!” She picked up the plate and held it to her chest. “Effie doesn’t wanna share.”
“Baby girl,” Steele said sternly. Although she thought she saw his lips twitch. “That’s not the way things work in this house. Be a good girl and let Grady have a chip.”
She gave Grady a disgruntled look. “One chip.”
“Effie, share,” Grady told her firmly.
She sighed. Long and loud. Very dramatically. She had to make her point.
But she let Grady have a kale chip.
Then she ate all the rest. And by the time she finished, she didn’t really feel like the lasagna. But Steele insisted on feeding her some.
And he made the choo-choo noises. So that was pretty funny.
Grady stood when they were finished and started to clear plates.
“Effie help.”
She stood, but both of them gave her a firm look.
“Effie will not help,” Steele said firmly. “You’re not allowed to carry around heavy things.”
“Plates aren’t heavy, Daddy.”
“They are for Little girls.”
So she had to sit and watch while they cleared up. But then Steele bought over several lumps of playdough. There was a red one, a blue one and a green one.
“Daddy! I loves it.” She started playing with the different colors, rolling them into shapes.
To her shock, both men sat at the table and started creating things.
She made a snail and held it up. “Look at my snail!”
“Wow, baby girl. That’s amazing,” Steele told her as he put the finishing touches on his snowman.
“Best snail I’ve ever seen.” Grady finished his house. Which looked awesome.
But not as awesome as this day.
Or her snail. Because it was the bomb.
38
Effie was expecting the knock on the door.
But she still jumped. Nerves filled her as she rushed over to open the door. There stood Grady, looking as dapper as he always did. Tonight, he wore a white shirt with navy blue pants and a vest.
“Delicious,” she murmured.
He grinned. “I think that’s my line.” He ran his gaze up and down her. “Sweetheart, you look absolutely edible.”
Her heart leaped in her throat at the memory of him eating her. And at the thought of everything they might do tonight.
It had been a long few days waiting for Saturday. And she’d spent far too much time thinking about what she was going to wear. She’d finally found this gorgeous, vibrant red dress at a store. It had been marked down and just within her budget. It had a sweetheart neckline and was tight around her breasts before flaring out slightly.
“Lord, baby. Damon is going to cream himself.” She flushed bright red as he stepped further into her apartment. “But too bad for him, he isn’t here right now and I am.” Then he grabbed her around her hips and drew her into him. “But lucky for me.”
His hand went around the back of her head, holding her steady as he devoured her.
And it was amazing.
The man could kiss. Holy crap. If he hadn’t been holding her up, she’d have collapsed onto the floor in a heap.
When he drew back, she stared up at him in shock.
“Might need to fix your lipstick now, sweetheart.”
“Eek!” She moved out of his hold and into the bathroom. When she returned, he was leaning against the wall, holding on to her coat with one hand and staring at her hungrily.
How was it possible for one man to be that gorgeous?
And how was it possible for her to be this darn lucky?
“Come here,” he murmured. It was said softly, but it was an order all the same.
When she got there, he spun his finger in the air. “Turn.”
She spun around and he helped her put on her coat.
“I don’t think anyone has helped me put a coat on before the two of you,” she said. “It’s very gentlemanly.”
He huffed out a laugh. “Think Steele would object to being called a gentleman, but I’ll take it.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a gentleman.”
“Course there isn’t.”
She turned back and he grasped hold of her chin. “You’re going to be our good girl tonight?”