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“What’s wrong?” he asked once again.

“Truthfully.” She sighed. “I’m worried about going back.”

“You’re not working today,” Daddy reminded her.

“I know, which is why I am worried.”

How did he not see the reason behind her concerns?

“Why, Little One?”

“Because I don’t want them to think that I am sleeping with you to keep my job without working,” she blurted out. “We haven’t even slept together! We haven’t done anything. We haven’t even kissed!”

So, maybe there was more going on that she was admitting. Sammi was worried about what the other employees would think of her. She didn’t want to slack on her job, but Daddy wouldn’t allow her to return.

“How about we sit down and talk about this,” Daddy suggested.

Sammi shook her head. “You need to get to the farm to take care of things. Just go. I’ll stay here.”

“I’m not leaving you.” He raised an eyebrow. “We’ve already been through this. Let’s get into the car.”

Sighing, she walked to the front door, opened it and made her way to the car. There was no point in arguing when she already had tired earlier this morning and last night. She was honestly surprised Daddy let her argue with him so much.

“Now, what’s this really about?” Daddy asked as he buckled her in.

Yet another thing he wanted to do whenever he was around. Make sure she was safe in the car in case of any accidents. Not that it was going to happen. Daddy was an excellent driver, so cautious and mindful of everyone around him.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she mumbled.

“Too bad, we are,” he said before he closed her door.

She watched him walk around, taking his sweet time.

“Are you frustrated, Little One?” Daddy asked, turning on the car.

“What makes you think that?” She tilted her head, looking at him.

“Everything you said in the house just now.”

She opened and closed her mouth several times, trying to think what to say. Was she frustrated?

“No lying. Unless you want to land yourself over my lap in the office.” Daddy tapped the steering wheel.

“Umm,” she whispered. “Okay, fine maybe I am a little frustrated.”

“Why?”

Her mouth fell open as she stared at him. Did he really just ask that?

“Why?” she repeated.

“Yeah, why are you frustrated? Help Daddy out here. I can’t read minds,” smiled at her.

“You know why,” she pointed out as his lip twitched.

“I think I might know, but you need to tell Daddy just in case.”

She growled and looked out her window. Was she really going to explain it to him? He knew, yet he was playing with her.

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