Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
He picked up her painting and the small cup that held her paintbrush and water. Carrying them to the back, he set the items on his workbench to clear out a space on a small table against the wall. Within a few minutes, he had that spot illuminated and ready for her to work.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Having bad guys after you is not your fault. Failing to trust your Daddy with important information is. I’ll give you some time to think before imposing a punishment,” he answered with a look that told her he’d already thought of something that wouldn’t harm her injury.
Not trusting her shaking hands to paint the correct small areas on her project, Ivy made sure all the paints were tightly capped before washing and drying the small brush. Crawling onto the cot Steele had set up for her yesterday, she sat leaning against the wall and opened the book she had selected. Two minutes in, her mind rebelled. She couldn’t focus on all those mysterious details. Ivy thought about stretching out to take a nap, but she was still reeling from the van’s appearance.
“You’re welcome to visit the library again if that book isn’t entertaining you,” Steele called as he took a break from his task.
“I could watch TV?”
“No electronics. Go look in the playroom for something you’re interested in.”
“Alright. No electronics takes away a lot of options,” she groused.
“It’s only for a short time. Anything you want to tell me, Little girl?” he probed.
“Really… There’s nothing for me to tell you.” Ivy held his gaze, trying to hold a sincere expression.
His harrumph of displeasure clued her in that he didn’t believe her.
“I’ll go look for another book,” she blurted.
“I like Little Red’s Visit to Grandpa.”
Ivy looked at him in complete shock. “You’ve read age play books?”
“Of course. I wanted to know what my Little girl has available to read. If something interests you particularly, perhaps there’s something we need to experiment with together.”
Her shock didn’t dissipate. “You’ll know all my fantasies,” she whispered.
“There’s nothing embarrassing between a Daddy and his Little girl.”
“Do I get to know your fantasies?” she challenged.
“Oh, yeah.”
The wolfish grin on his face made her bolt toward the back door of the garage area. The cooler outside air chilled her burning cheeks as she slowed to a walk to give herself time to recover before heading into the clubhouse. Letting herself in quietly, Ivy expected to visit the library without running into anyone.
To her surprise as she walked inside, Ivy spotted Kade inside instead of supervising everything in the shop. She’d already figured out he was in charge out there. Kade looked uncharacteristically relaxed as he leaned against a set of cabinets in the kitchen and drank from an oversized coffee mug. She remembered his name clearly. He’d calmly suggested she stab someone in the eye if she was attacked again. Ivy definitely couldn’t forget him.
He was so focused on something that, curiously, Ivy followed his line of vision. Remi. He watched the cute Goth girl closely as she talked on the phone. Ivy smiled at the enchanting picture Remi made, twirling one of her low ponytails around her finger as she chatted.
What’s going on with them? Ivy hid her grin as she crossed his path with a small wave before heading toward the library.
Running her finger over the spines of the books, Ivy scanned the titles, looking for the book Steele had recommended. Sliding it off the shelf, she flipped the book over to read the description on the back and felt her cheeks heat again. Could she read that with him watching? Ivy stiffened her back. She wasn’t going to back down or let Steele know that his mere presence made the intimate relationship in the book sizzle even hotter.
Determined to keep her cool, Ivy stopped by the kitchen to get a chilled soft drink from the refrigerator. To her surprise, Kade appeared silently behind her and plucked the can from her fingers before she could open it. Without saying a word, he pulled out a small bottle of juice and cracked it open before handing it to her.
Swallowing hard as she looked into his stern face, Ivy whispered, “Thank you” before rushing to the door. Steele was tough-looking. Kade looked like he could rip the head off a bad guy and never blink. She peeked over her shoulder to find him looking at her. Feeling self-conscious, she lifted the bottle of juice like a toast to him. To her surprise, the ferocious-looking biker winked. Turning back to scurry through the door, Ivy grinned. She was discovering all these biker guys had a hidden soft side.
CHAPTER
TEN
“It’s just me, Little girl.” Steele’s voice wrapped around her before he slid his arms under her back and knees to scoop her from the cot.