Page 31 of Her Possessive Daddies

"But my car-"

"Will be perfectly safe in the employee lot," Seth says. "I'll have someone bring it to you tomorrow."

She looks up at me through heavy-lidded eyes. "You don't have to take care of me."

"Want to. Big difference." I wrap my arm more securely around her waist. "Seth's got coffee, water, and a very comfortable couch."

"Not to mention excellent company," Seth adds with a wink.

"The best," I agree, guiding her toward the door. The night air hits us, and Abbie shivers. Without thinking, I shrug off my jacket and drape it over her shoulders. It swallows her small frame, and something primitive stirs in me at the sight.

"Such a gentleman," she murmurs, snuggling into the fabric.

Seth falls into step beside us. "Don't let him fool you. He once pushed me into a fountain."

"You deserved it," I say, tightening my hold as Abbie stumbles again. "And you were hitting on my date."

"Details, details." Seth waves his hand dismissively. "Besides, she ended up going home with neither of us."

Abbie giggles, the sound warming me more than any bourbon. "Karma's a bitch."

"That she is," I agree, steering her around a corner. "Just like Seth deserved that fountain bath."

"You guys didn't like... roofie me or anything, right?" She peers up at me, her eyes glassy but sharp. "Because I feel way drunker than I should from just bourbon."

Seth barks out a laugh. "Sweetheart, if we were going to drug you, we wouldn't have spent two hours telling you embarrassing stories about ourselves."

"Good point." She wrinkles her nose. "But you're both successful businessmen taking a drunk bartender home. It's sketchy."

"Text your roommate," I say, pulling out my phone. "Tell her where you are. Have her track your location. We want you safe, not worried."

She fumbles with her phone, typing slowly. "Tessa's gonna flip when I tell her I'm with silver fox guy."

Heat creeps up my neck. "Silver fox guy?"

"Mhmm." She nods seriously. "That's what we call you. Well, that or daddy."

Seth doubles over laughing. "Oh, this is absolute gold."

"Jesus," I mutter, steadying her as she sways. "You're going to be the death of me."

"No dying allowed." She pokes my chest. "You're too pretty to die."

"And you're too drunk to filter." I guide her around another corner. "Almost there."

"M'not that drunk." She trips over nothing. "Okay, maybe a little. But I trust you guys. Don't know why, but I do."

Something inside me tightens at her words. "We'll take care of you, sweetheart. Promise."

"Like proper gentlemen," Seth adds, unlocking his car door. "Even if you did just call us sketchy."

"The sketchiest," she agrees solemnly, then breaks into giggles that echo through the parking lot.

15

SETH

Iunlock the door to my penthouse, trying not to watch how Abbie's hips sway as she walks ahead of me. The alcohol's making everything fuzzy around the edges, but not fuzzy enough to blur out how attracted I am to her. And that's a problem. A big one.

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