Page 37 of Daddy's Little Liar
Quietly, for her ears only, he said, “Is Daddy’s little girl trying to find out what will happen when she misbehaves in public?”
She glanced quickly around them, her head ducking a little as she shrank into the back of the booth seat. She shook her head.
“Stand up.”
Pushing her glass aside, she hesitantly eased out of the seat. Her fingers fidgeted with the side seams of her skirt as she stood.
“Go into the bathroom, take off your panties and bring them back to me. If they’re not in my hand in five minutes, you’re going to receive punishment in addition to what you earned earlier, and now again by suggesting you aren’t worth my time.”
Her breathing hitched, her chest rising and falling in swift, shallow breaths. “B-but...”
“Five minutes,” he cut her off. Digging his cell phone out of his back pocket, he checked the time. “Starting right now.”
She had to shake herself out of her surprise before she got moving, but once she was gone, he signaled their server for the check and a to-go box. She was two minutes over by the time she came back, and the only thing that saved her from that promised additional punishment was her obvious distress as she slid into the booth hurriedly whispering, “I’m late. I know I’m late. But it was locked, and I had to wait for someone to come out before I could go in and, um, do it.”
She looked everywhere but at him before pressing the wad of her panties into his waiting palm.
If she thought he was going to hide them, she was in for a disappointment. He stood up first and, shaking out the wad, tucked her panties into his pocket, unhurried. Reaching for her, he cupped her jaw, his fingers on her cheek while his thumb stroked along her jawline. He could feel her racing pulse through the palm of his hand as he brought his mouth to her ear. Those around them might have thought he was indulging in a kiss before they left the restaurant together, but Georgia already knew better. She shivered when he whispered, “My little girl does not say bad things about herself. She doesn’t imply she isn’t worth my time, and she certainly doesn’t try to talk Daddy out of spending time with her. Unless you have a very good reason for not wanting me to come help you move, then I am going to take you out to the truck, and I am going to give you a taste of what you can expect when you misbehave in public. Got it?”
Her pulse was still racing, and her shallow breaths were every bit as shaky as the rest of her when he pulled back. Her eyes, though, told a different story. That she didn’t know what to expect was clear. Her fingers were fidgeting wildly with the fabric of her skirt, but although she trembled, her eyes were glazed as only a woman aroused could be.
He took her hand, picked up their leftovers, and took her outside.
