Page 23 of The Right Woman

“Donottouch my radio.”

I gasp at his rudeness. How dare he? Crossing my arms, I sit back in the seat and stare out the window, but at least he flips it on to something jazzy.

When he speaks again, his voice is softer, nearly gentle. “First of all, stop calling me ‘Adon.’ It’sdaddyto you. You asked me to be your daddy, and I am. Secondly, you obviously have ahigh amount ofneed, and I’m fine with fulfilling it. But here’s the deal: I’mnotasking your permission. You askmefor things, little girl. Not the other way around.”

At the tone of his voice and his words, I settle inside. It calms me. Not that I’m about to let him know that.

We roll to a stoplight, and he hooks a finger under my chin until I have to face him. That ever-serious brow looks menacing as he lowers his head. “Rosy, listen. If you’re fucking with me, you’renotwith anyone else. Got me?”

The way his eyes stun me into submission is unexpected, but I feel my head nodding on its own, which I quickly aim toward the back parking lot as he gets close to my building.

As he pulls in, I loosen the tight grip my nails have on my arms and sigh. “Fine. For now. I have other interests, you know. I can’t just wait around fordaddy dickall the time.”

He shuts off the engine with some finality, the leather squeaking as he turns his big body toward me. “You will, and you’ll like it if you know what’s good for you. Let’s go, brat.”

Part of me wonders how much Iwanthis dick if he’s going to be this rude. Contemplating this, I take my time sliding out of the car and slamming the door. His head whips around at the noise, his forehead lines deepening in response. Wow! The man can give themeanestmug. It’s almost terrifying.

Crossing my arms, I point a finger toward the entryway, but when I skirt past him, he wallops my ass with a firm spank until I lurch forward. Pain makes the air rip from my lungs, and I grip my butt with a palm, rubbing the shock away. “Ouch! What was that for?”

“Don’t slam my doors, either.”

“Geez. It’s just a car…” I fumble in my cross-body bag for keys, but it must take too long. Adon shifts like he’s got ants in his pants and glances around the well-lit lot, like he’sworried someone may see us. “Hold your horses. They’re in here somewhere.”

The irritated twitches in his forearms become too enticing, so I hurry to get us inside. Up the back staircase, we make it to my front door, which is easier to open. As soon as I do, I flip on the main light and sigh. Freckles has knocked several kitchen items onto the floor and a plant.

“Guess you’re sick of your food again, huh?” He ignores me and jumps off the windowsill, strolling straight past and to Adon, who shuts and locks the door behind him.

Almost tripping over the orange fuzzy ball, he stumbles to get away, but Freckles keeps up by forming a figure eight between the tree trunks of his legs. “Oh. Hello.”

A giggle bubbles up from my gut at seeing him stare down at my cat, the giant and a tiny pumpkin eyeing each other for the first time with some scrutiny. Freckles immediately takes to him, I can tell.

I toss my bag onto the counter and flip down my bed, casting a snort over my shoulder. “That never happens. Maybe you’re not such an asshole. Or he’s just a terrible judge of character.” As if he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, Adon wafts it near Freckles’s head, but doesn’t touch it. “Never had a pet before?”

Adon straightens up and fills the entry. With him here, in my apartment, he looks even bigger than normal. Or everything looks tiny compared to him. His large arms land on his hips as he glances around, taking in my plants, posters, macrame art, hanging baskets, pottery, and my stacks of baking dishes above the filled kitchen cabinets.

When he glances at the pull-out sofa mattress, I think we both realize the struggle it will be for him to fit. Silent judgment radiates from his chest as he crosses his arms and stares down every inch of my space. My tongue slides over my teeth, feeling less and less ready to go than I was only a few minutes before.

Ihatethat I’m waiting for his approval.

His imposing body lumbers to the row of shelves lining the wall opposite the bed and he bends enough to read some titles. Never before have I felt embarrassed about my place. It’s homey, sure, a bit dirty and chaotic, but it’smine. Never in my life…until now.

Suddenly, I wonder what his ex-wife’s house looks like. How they decorated. I bet it was always clean and had a place for everything. It probably smelled like Egyptian cotton instead of the patchouli incense on my side table.

“My Brother, My Lover?Tales from the Orphanage?When Daddy’s Mad.” Adon reads some of my book titles aloud, and I cringe at hearing them coming from his mouth. Not sure why. It’s the first time I’ve felt so very young in his presence.

The caverns of his deep brown eyes find me, but instead of exasperation, he arches one eyebrow, then smirks. “You need to clean your room, little girl. Crawl up on the bed and be good for your daddy.”

And just like that, I’m soaked again. Especially once I slowly edge toward the end of the bed and he stops me with a wave of his finger. “Ah, ah. Take off that dress first. Let me see all of you.”

My pulse pounds in my throat as I unlace the corset of my top. Gripping the bottom of my skirt, I tug the dress down until I’m bare for him, except for a pair of black boy shorts. His finger wags at those until I push them to my feet, hooking my thumbs in the tops of my hosiery and slipping the thigh-highs down, then kicking off my heels.

When I straighten back up, I’m completely exposed to his scrupulous eyes as they wander over every inch of my skin. I jut out a hip and ask, “What?”

“I just want to memorize what you look like before I wreck you.” He pats the end of the bed and nods toward it. “On all fours right here.”

Despite my heart racing with anticipation, I narrow one eye at his firm command. “I don’t know that I want to. You didn’t ask nicely.”

He makes a swift step toward me, and my mouth drops open with a gasp. “I told you. Idon’task. Now, if you want your pussy eaten better than anyone ever has, get the fuck on all fours at the end of the bed and let your daddy get a taste of his little girl.”

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