Page 12 of Daddy's Temptation

“I’m great at my job and would be an asset to any company.” I stand a little straighter unwilling to let him see how his words affect me.

He reaches forward and pats my shoulder, then runs his hand down my arm. I shiver in disgust as his clammy hand grips mine. “You’re not living up to your potential, sweetheart. We leave for Houston in a few days… think about what I said.”

I have zero illusions as to what he’s talking about. Bile rises in my throat. The last thing I want is to be on a business trip with this creep, but what choice do I have if I want to advance with Sloan International? Hopefully, he will get bored with me soon and send me off to some low-level position beneath my expertise. Any job is better than this one.

I breathe a sigh of relief when he lets me go. I don’t exactly run from his office, but I certainly walk out with purpose. Dread bubbles up at the reminder of our upcoming Houston trip. The rest of my workday is spent avoiding any and all contact with my boss. By the time the clock strikes five I already have my things together and I’m halfway to the elevator ready to put this whole day behind me.

I need a bottle of wine and a bath.

* * *

I soakuntil the bathwater turns too cold for comfort. I take the time for a little extra pampering, rubbing lotion on every inch of my body. My nipples pebble as the steam from the bath dissipates, leaving the room several degrees colder. With a sigh, I wrap myself in a fluffy robe.

Wine time.

The first glass goes down smooth as silk. I sip at the second glass, savoring it. The too-quiet apartment gives my mind time to wander. Of course, it wanders to Andre and what he’s doing tonight. It’s Tuesday… is he at the club or at home relaxing like I am?

I pick up my phone, not letting myself overthink things I send Andre a text.

Hi, daddy.

I smile my first genuine smile of the day when I see the three little bouncing dots right away.Hello, angel.

I chew on my lip, not knowing what to say next. I definitely should’ve thought this whole random text thing through.

How’s my girl?he asks, letting me off the hook.

Now I just have to decide if I answer honestly or just give the standard, ‘I’m fine.’ Being Andre, he’d see right through a bullshit response, so I go for honesty.

I miss you.

I miss you too, sweetheart.

I grimace that the endearment. My boss has ruined that word for me.I thought I was your angel.

You are. My sweet angel and my naughty angel.

My core tightens at that. I want to be his naughty angel. A spanking sounds fantastic right about now. I could do with a bit of an escape. My bath went a long way to making me feel better, but Andre could make it all disappear for a short while anyway.

I want to be your naughty angel.

Have you been a bad girl?he asks.

I try to think of something bad I’ve done since I saw him last, but I’m a fairly boring person. Except for the whole coffee thing…

Yes, daddy… I was a bad girl today.

Tsk tsk. What did you do?

Embarrassment colors my cheeks even though no one is here to see. I’m not sorry for what I did, but it is a very childish thing to have done.I spit in my boss’s coffee.

The little dots flash for a lot longer than last time.That was very, very naughty. I think someone needs a spanking.

That’s exactly what I need, but that doesn’t mean I won’t put up a bit of a fight. I’m sorry, daddy—I’m not one bit sorry—I won’t do it again—I’m totally going to do it again.

A thrill goes through me when he asks me to come to his place. I rush through getting dressed. I don’t even realize that my hair is still in the messy bun I put it in after my bath and my face doesn’t have a bit of makeup. I consider making the driver turn around, but it’s just Andre… he’s seen me without being perfectly put together before. I relax back into the seat. It’s kind of nice feeling comfortable enough with a man to not need to dress up.

The ride to Andre’s place isn’t a long one, it’s just long enough to give me the chance to wonder why he’d want me to come to his home instead of the club. Is he embarrassed to be seen with me? He’s got a reputation for being an exacting sadist, and everyone at the club knows I’m a babygirl… does he not want people to know we are playing? Thankfully, the car pulls up outside his building before I can fall down that particular rabbit hole. This isn’t a real relationship; I remind myself again. We are having a bit of fun.