Page 63 of Her Possessive Daddies

Movement catches my eye - Abbie emerging from her building. Sweet Jesus. The dress she's wearing should be illegal. Black, fitted, showing just enough skin to drive a man crazy. I nearly choke on my tongue as she approaches.

"Hi Seth." Her smile lights up the night.

"You look gorgeous." My god, I sound ridiculous.

My feet move before my brain catches up, rushing around to open her door. The silk of her dress catches the streetlight as she slides into the passenger seat. The scent of her perfume hits me - something spicy that makes my mouth water.

"What a gentleman." Her laugh fills the car. "I'm not used to this kind of treatment."

"No?" I grip the wheel tighter, trying to look at anything but how that dress hugs her curves.

"My ex wouldn't even hold the door open if I was carrying groceries. Too busy playing video games or spending daddy's money."

"Sounds like a real winner." The bitterness in my voice surprises me. "What kind of idiot doesn't appreciate what he has right in front of him?"

A blush rises in her cheeks. "That's sweet of you to say."

"Just being honest." And I am. Too honest. The way she's looking at me right now - soft and vulnerable - is dangerous. Makes me want to pull over and show her exactly how a woman like her should be treated.

But she's Corey's. And I'm just the fucking chauffeur tonight.

I force my eyes back to the road, reminding myself to behave. It's going to be a long drive.

"Nervous about meeting Corey's son?" I break the silence, watching her fidget with her clutch.

"Should I be?"

"Nah. He's just..." My jaw tightens. "A younger version of his mother."

"Not a compliment, I take it?"

"Let's just say entitlement runs deep in that branch of the family tree."

She shifts in her seat, crossing those killer legs. "Unlike his father?"

"Corey's different. Self-made man. Everything he has, he earned. Too bad his son didn't take after him."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Are you self-made too?"

She looks at me, eyes searching. There's something there - curiosity, maybe interest? My grip tightens on the wheel.

"Started with nothing. Built everything myself." I pause. "Though some would say I took the scenic route."

"Tell me more about this scenic route."

"Careful what you ask for, sweetheart. Those stories aren't for polite company."

"Who says I'm polite company?"

Christ. The way she says it - all innocence with an edge of sin. Is she flirting? Has to be my imagination. But then her hand brushes my arm as she reaches to adjust the AC.

"Getting hot?" The words slip out, awkward and clunky.

"Maybe a little." She licks her lips, and I swear she knows exactly what she's doing.

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