Page 25 of Keeping Katie
She bites her lip and peers up at me. “I have to. One of my employees is out of town, and the other has class today. I can’t ask my opener to stay until close.”
Shit. I need to tread carefully. She’s the owner of the shop, which means she’s the boss. A good one at that.
Fucking lightbulb.
I pull out my phone and call Bash.
“Yeah?” he answers.
“What are you and Chloe doing today?”
“We don’t have plans. She slept in and is just now having breakfast.”
“Good. Can she do a shift at Twisted Bean? You can go with her and keep your stalker eye on her all day.”
Katie shakes her head and tries to reach for my phone, but I step back.
“Grady, no,” she hisses.
“Why? Was she a bad employee?”
Her eyes widen like I’ve slapped her. “What? No. She was a great employee. I can go to work. I’m fine. I’ll rest tonight.”
Bash chuckles in the background. “Daddying her already, huh? Nice, man, nice. Yeah, we can be there in an hour. Chloe’s excited. She loved working there.”
“There. That’s taken care of. Bedtime,” I say after I hang up.
Katie stares at me, unblinking. “Did you really just do that?”
“Yes. Come on, baby.” I gently grab her shoulders and nudge her toward the only bedroom, checking to make sure the oven is off and there’s nothing in it before I leave the kitchen.
“Is that… Is that how this is going to work? You do whatever you want and think I’m going to go along with it?” she asks.
Now she’s catching on. The sooner she gets with the program, the better. She can fight it, but the end result will still be the same.
“Yes, baby.” I look around her room, taking in everything I can. Just like the living room, it’s done in soft pinks and creams. Her bed is made, and right on top of her pillow is an old, tattered bunny I assume is Pancake.
“Where are your pajamas?” I doubt she’ll let me change her clothes for her, even though I’d prefer to be the one to do it. It’s a Daddy’s job, after all.
“Um, I’ll get them,” she answers as she fidgets with her hands. “I really am fine to work. I’ve gone in on less sleep than this before.”
A growl escapes my throat as I glare at her. “And that will never happen again going forward. Are we clear? If you don’t get a full eight hours of sleep, you don’t go to work.”
She stops and stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. Then she starts laughing and waving her hand in the air. “Oh my gosh. I just realized that Chloe’s pranking me. This is all a prank. Oh, God, I can’t believe I thought this was real.”
Her laughter turns into a cackle, and I can’t help but smile. My sweet Little girl is living in denial.
“It’s not a prank, princess. This is all real. I’m real. Now, unless you want to find yourself over my lap before you go to sleep, I suggest you pick out some pajamas and get changed.”
Almost immediately, she stops laughing. “You can’t threaten to spank me all the time.”
This time, I laugh as I cross the room to her and capture her chin between my fingers. Her pupils dilate, and she stops breathing for a second. My cock aches for her. It’s torture taking my time. Especially when I want to bury myself deep inside her pussy and never leave it.
“I can threaten to spank you whenever I want, baby. Don’t worry; some spankings you’re going to love and want more of. Some of them will even end in screaming orgasms.”
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