Page 43 of Daddy's Pride

Somehow, I doubt that.

“Stop fucking about, Harris. You’ve got a job to do.”

“I’m not fucking about.”

Miles smirks. Okay, maybe I am fucking about. I stick my tongue out at him. He pinches my nipple. I bite my tongue so I don’t moan or whimper down the phone.

“I’m on holiday. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“You’re not irreplaceable,” Nigel says.

What’s that supposed to mean? “I know.”

“I could find someone else who’ll be here when I need them.”

“You won’t find anyone willing to forgo all their holiday allowance. You’ll cope without me for one week. I’m hanging up now.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Bye, Nigel.”

“Harris—”

I hang up, switch my phone off, and drop it on the bedside table. “Did I do the right thing?”

“Almost.”

I raise my eyebrows.

“You should have hung up earlier. No offense, but your brother is an arsehole. Did he really think you’d give up your holiday time to return to work?”

I squirm. “Yes.”

Miles holds my gaze. “Because you have before?”

“Nigel’s financial year runs from when he founded the company rather than from April. It ends on Friday. This is the first leave I’ve taken this year. I know. I know. I’m a mug.”

Miles shakes his head. “No. You’re generous and care about your brother and his company, but that doesn’t mean you should let him take advantage of you.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

I sigh.

“No wonder you needed to relax this week.”

I chuckle. “You’re doing a good job of helping me do that, Daddy. A very good job. My arse is going to remember this week for a long time to come.”

“Just your arse?”

“Me. I’m going to remember it.” I wrap my arms around him and pull him to me for a kiss.

“We’ve still got most of the week left.”

“We do.” But we won’t be able to say that tomorrow. Why does that make my heart heavy?

Miles lies beside me, stroking my hair as he gazes at me. “You’re beautiful.”