Page 57 of Daddy's Pride

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Page 57 of Daddy's Pride

“Yes. Turn me on with your voice, Daddy. Help me relax. It’s been a long day.”

“Gladly. But first, eat.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Chapter 13

Harris

It’s been a month since my amazing week with Miles. We’ve spoken almost every day, and finally, I have a free weekend to see him. I can’t wait to be in his arms and to feel his lips against mine. I have a few things to finish at work, and then I’m out of here. I’ve got petrol. I bought a satnav for my car, so—fingers crossed—I won’t get lost. Although getting lost worked out better than I could have dreamt of last time, I want to find my way back to Miles.

I do my last few jobs as quickly as possible without sacrificing the quality of my work. Then I turn off my computer, pack my things up, and?—

“Where do you think you’re going?” Nigel demands.

“Home. It’s five thirty.” I should have left half an hour ago, but I’m too conscientious to leave the office with tasks undone.

“A prospective client is arriving in half an hour. You need to be here.”

I frown. “Since when? There’s nothing on the calendar.” I contemplate turning my computer back on to double-check, but I’m ninety-nine per cent sure I’m right.

“I arranged it this afternoon. Didn’t I tell you?”

“No. I can’t stay.”

“You have to.”

“I can’t. Besides, why do you need me? It’s your business. You know it better than anyone. You’ll be able to convince them to sign a contract with us.”

Nigel gives me a withering stare. “You know pricing better than I do.”

“I gave you an updated price list and discount matrix last week.”

Nigel waves his hand. “I don’t know where I put it.”

I sigh and turn my computer on. “No worries. I’ll print you another copy.”

I drum my fingers on the desk while waiting for the computer to boot up. Why can’t Nigel invest in machines with decent processors?

“I want you to stay,” Nigel says firmly.

I hunch my shoulders. “I’ve got plans.”

“What plans?”

“I’m visiting Miles.”

My family knows all about him, except that he’s my Daddy.

Nigel snort-laughs. “You mean the guy who’s stringing you along and probably screwing around while you’re not there?”

“What? Why would you say that?”

“That’s what ‘long-distance’ is code for. If you don’t know that, you’re naive.”

“That’s not true.”

Nigel waves his hand. “Whatever. Believe what you want. I’d hate to see you get hurt, little bro. Anyway, this thing won’t take long. You’ll be out of here by eight. At the latest.”




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