Page 32 of Giddy Up, Daddy

However, he did walk over and kneel in front of her. He didn’t want to loom over her for this part.

“I’m going to be real clear on something. Are you listening?”

She nodded but wasn’t looking at him. Blakely had a bit of an issue with focusing sometimes.

And she needed to be brought back into the here and now.

Right now, she was staring at his chest, obviously transfixed. So he wasn’t too upset that she wasn’t paying close attention to what he was saying.

Reaching out, he grasped hold of her chin and tilted her face back.

“Blakely, eyes on me,” he said firmly.

She blinked. “What?”

“I want to make something clear and you’re to look at my face while I tell you, okay?”

Her lower lip drooped out in a pout. “Okay, but after, can I go back to staring at your chest?”

He groaned. “You are not helping me here, Blakely.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. What do you need my help with?” she asked sweetly.

My control.

Keeping my hands off you.

Not fucking my employee.

Yeah, all of that was kind of out the window now.

“I need you to listen. If you want to leave right now, you can.”

“Leave the ranch?” she asked.

Fuck.

Now her lower lip was wobbling.

“Baby, no,” he said quickly.

But it was clear she wasn’t listening. Crap, he’d lost her.

“You’re firing me!” she cried frantically. “I’m so sorry! I know it was wrong! I won’t do it again.”

Great. Now he felt like a complete asshole.

“Blakely, you are not fired.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Baby, am I the boss?”

“Welll, Grandpa Jack tells me he’s the boss.”

“He’s not the boss of you.” He lightly squeezed her chin. “I am the boss of you. Say it back to me.”

“I am the boss of you.”

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