Page 244 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Your sister can take care of her wedding shit without you. You’re not dealing with it.”
I narrow my eyes on him now. “Oh, so you’re playing up the Daddy role for real now?”
“Oh, wasn’t it real enough last night?” He grabs my ankle and yanks me toward him, almost spilling the little bit left on my plate. Grabbing it from my hand, he sets it aside, and then before I can protest, he flips me over and smacks my bare ass sharply for at least thirty seconds. I squeal and giggle until I’m totally out of breath.
“You need more proof that I’m your vacation Daddy now?”
I nod, biting my lip and peeking over my shoulder to see him shake his head.
“Maybe I’ll teach you not to sass Daddy when I get back. I think I’ve got a brand-new paddle in my villa.” He lands a final biting swat onto the back of my thigh and I draw in a swift breath. It hurts so much worse than the belt did, but it still makes my clit hum with need.
He chuckles, heading to the door.
“How can you stir me up like this and then just leave?”
“Same rule as before applies, no one touches that pussy but me. Or else.” He winks on his way out.
Chapter Eight
Amadeo
The last place I want to go is the lobby, but I don’t have a choice. When I enter, Zoë’s ex is standing there, and my front desk manager’s looking… uncomfortable. I’m really starting to hate this fucker.
“Is there a problem?”
Milo looks horrified while simultaneously incredibly happy to see me.
“The guest in the Rose suite is…uh…”
“Zoë and Fiona’s great-grandmother is at the pool, and some of your guests, as well as this guy, have a problem with that,” Mark says, sounding exasperated.
“Milo?”
“Sir, she’s…”
Mark cuts Milo off. “She’s wearing a bikini and this guy wants her to cover up.” Mark jabs a finger at Milo.
“Apparently the other guests are complaining.” Mark rolls his eyes.
Mine narrow. What the fuck did Zoë ever see in this guy?
“I see.”
“No one would be complaining if Gran-Gran were twenty and a supermodel. It’s ageism. And discrimination! Why can’t a ninety-year-old wear a thong? We’re important guests and we should be treated as such, with respect.”
“A thong?” I hold back my smirk. Good for her, I think, but then Mark’s words hit. Important guests, huh?
I don’t point out that they aren’t even paying guests and that Zoë’s status doesn’t give them any special perks since they aren’t the ones with her pull.
But I also don’t point out that we have a strict policy that prevents our guests from wearing overly provocative attire.
“Sir, the word indecent was used by several guests.”
“Indecent? That’s a nasty way to put it,” Mark barks, voice loud enough to attract the attention of several guests standing in the lobby.
“There are guests waiting, Milo. I’ll take care of this.”
I look pointedly at Mark “Let’s go see what all the fuss is about, hm?”
