Page 152 of Skate the Line

Sunny: I have one with her too. I just was afraid she’d tell you that I was the one who said I wanted to be her mom, and then you’d get the wrong idea and end up firing me.

It would take a lot for me to fire her at this point.

Me: The wrong idea?

Sunny: I don’t want you to think I’m like all the rest. With us…you know… I just don’t want you to think I have certain intentions.

I shouldn’t keep toying with her. I really shouldn’t.

Me: With us…what?

Sunny: You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?

I smirk.

Me: No. But I’ll make you type it.

I can almost picture her eye roll.

Sunny: And if I refuse? Play coy? Act like I can’t remember?

I adjust my growing dick. I need to end this conversation right now.

Me: Then maybe I’ll have to work it out of you.

Shit. I’ve gotta stop.

Me: Night, Sunshine. See you tomorrow. And don’t worry, I won’t fire you over your dirty thoughts of me.

Taylor Swift plays on the surround sound, and I can’t help but laugh. I stand behind Ellie and Sunny unknowingly. I lean back onto the wall and flip my hat on backward.

It’s hard not to smile while watching them.

Ellie, still in her school uniform, looking much more put together than when I get her dressed and ready, moves around on the couch like it’s her stage. Sunny, with her dark hair piled high on her head, sings along to the song before twisting and grabbing onto Ellie’s hand and making her spin on the cushions.

After Ellie completes the turn, I push off from the wall and clap loudly. They both freeze at the sight of me. Ellie runs overand jumps into my arms while Sunny smiles brightly in the same spot from before.

Our eyes snag.

My body burns like there’s a wildfire between us.

“Come on, Daddy!” Ellie tugs on my hand.

“No way,” I mutter.

Sunny pipes up. “Too afraid to show us your dance moves, Oscar?”

I narrow my gaze in her direction. Her smile is full of mirth, and I smell the bait from here.

I loosen the brakes and let Ellie pull me forward. She jumps onto the couch again, grabs the remote as her microphone, and starts blaring the words to the song.

Sunny stands with a cute grin on her face, cheeks painted with happiness. I raise an eyebrow and snap my hand out and wrap it around her waist. My other hand finds hers right away, and her wide eyes propel me to continue.

This is payback.

She wants to dare me to dance? Then she’s going to dance with me.

The song isn’t as upbeat as the one before, but the tempo is still fast enough that I can spin Sunny around and pull her back into my chest.

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