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He led them into the restaurant, giving his name to the hostess and leading her to the farthest corner where they could see everything. Then, Daddy let her in first before sliding in, his shoulder touching hers.

The waiter handed them menus and let them know she would be back soon to take drink orders. Sammi took one look at the menu before she put it down and looked at Daddy.

“Can you order for me?” she asked before she could think too much about it.

She already knew there were too many options, and she was going to get overwhelmed about what she could and couldn’t eat. Sammi knew she could eat everything on the menu, but she also knew some things were going to spike her blood sugar levels more than others. She didn’t want to think about it.

“I don’t want to think, so I’m handing it over to you if that’s okay with you,” she whispered, keeping eye contact with him.

She needed him to know that she was serious about him taking over. She knew that he had her best interest at heart, and she trusted him. Daddy was going to take good care of her. She just knew it.

“Of course, Little One. Then I’m going to need your phone to keep track of your blood sugar levels.” Daddy kissed her lips.

Without any hesitation, she grabbed her phone and handed it over. Daddy already knew the passcode. She had nothing to hide besides her texts with her brothers that were questionable. They never talked about the debt over text but sent cryptic messages when they needed to talk about it. Sammi wasn’t worried about Daddy looking at her texts.

The server came back, and Sammi zoned out, knowing Daddy would take care of everything. Once they had ordered, Daddy gave Sammi a smile, leaning down and capturing her lips with his. She followed his lead, opening her mouth as his tongue slid across her lips, wanting access.

“Excuse me.” Someone cleared their throat.

Sammi’s face flushed red as Daddy pulled away, widening his shoulders to block her being under anyone’s gaze. Her heart fluttered as she realized what he was doing.

“Are you the owner of the Little Farm?” a lady asked.

“I am. Is this urgent?” Daddy’s voice was huskier than usual.

“I just had a couple of questions about hosting an event there.”

“Ma’am, if you could email it to us, we’ll get back to you. Right now, I’m on a date with my fiancée. It’s one of the rare times we get to be together, away from work. So, if you could email us, that would be greatly appreciated. Our email is on our website, or you can use the contact form on there,” Daddy explained.

Sammi’s eyes went wide as he called her his fiancée. He loved the sound of it and wanted him to say it all the time even though they weren’t actually engaged.

The lady gasped. “Oh, I am so sorry. I will definitely email you. Congratulations!”

Daddy turned back to Sammi, who was still looking at him with huge eyes.

“Only I’m graced with looking at you all hot and bothered from being kissed,” he growled as he leaned closer.

“Fiancée?” she whispered, a shiver passing through her body from his words.

Daddy hummed and nodded. “Fiancée. Has a nice ring to it.”

Before either one of them could say anything else, the server came back with their drinks and food. She was still looking at Daddy as he cut up her food, making sure that it was the perfect temperature before she started to eat. She was in awe that he did that in public.

“I want you to eat at least half of this plate like a good girl,” he murmured, kissing her temple.

She smiled and picked up her fork, wishing that Daddy would just feed her, but maybe that was a little too much in public.

“What’s wrong?” Daddy asked, holding her chin with his thumb and pointer finger. “Don’t even think about lying to me.”

“I love that you cut up my food and made sure that it wasn’t too hot for me to eat. I really do, and I appreciate it, Daddy, but I also would like to be fed. I know that’s too much for being in public and all,” Sammi whispered.

“It’s not too much. If you want me to feed you, then I will. I need you to be a good girl and stay still though. Can you do that for me?” Daddy asked.

Her eyebrows pinched as she stared at Daddy. Why would she need to stay still for him? But Sammi found herself nodding. Daddy grabbed the fork from her hand, stabbed some food with it, and brought it up to her mouth. She took the bite and hummed in pleasure as the juicy steak burst in her mouth.

Her head snapped toward Daddy’s as she felt his other hand on her thigh, slowly trailing up. This is what he meant by keeping still.

“If this is a hard limit, let me know. No one is going to see us. The server knows only to come if I signal for her,” Daddy said quietly. “Is it one?” His hand trailed a little higher.

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