Page 13 of Make Believe

He raises his eyebrows. “I don’t want you to leave.”

It’s interesting that he doesn’t say it in a threatening way. Actually, his disappointment is flattering. Or it would be if I was genuinely interested in him. All it really means is that I’ve done a good job seducing him, and I feel a savage rush of satisfaction.

I pout and tap his nose. “Sorry, Daddy,” I say again. “I had fun, though.”

Now, this is where I need to gamble. Ihaveto make him think this is his idea. Time to see if I’ve done enough to have him craving another round. For whatever reason, I know I need to leave. It’s probably because I know if I give him too much now, that’ll be it forever. No chance to take photos and enact my revenge. So I slip out of his grasp, pick my purse up off the floor where I left it, and begin to walk away, swishing my robe, knowing his eyes will be on my bare ass which is concealing my throbbing, well-fucked hole.

Three…two…

“Wait!”

I take a breath and school my features before peeking back over my shoulder. He’s got his hands in his pockets and his eyes are narrowed at me. There are a few feet between us, but theother patrons seem to sense not to walk between us as we stare at one another.

“Do you really have to go?” he asks eventually.

“Yes,” I say simply.

It’s a good thing that I don’t owe him an explanation, because I can’t really give him one. I’m not entirely sure myself. I’d planned on staying at the party for several hours. I could go and make him jealous with some other guy or guys. But honestly, all I want right now is to get in my car and head home.

I respect the fact that he doesn’t ask me why. He just tilts his head and licks his lips, his gaze boring into me. Needless to say, his pants are back on and he’s looking dignified again in his fancy suit. I love that he fucked me in that. He didn’t even take his jacket off. The man radiates power, and I’ve got him looking at me with confusion and uncertainty.

It’s intoxicating.

He seems to be wrestling with himself, but finally, he speaks. “Can I see you again?”

My heart leaps.Yes!My plan is working! I’m far too much of a pro to show anything on my face that I don’t want to, but I do grace him with just a twitch of a smile.

“Maybe,” I say. “Are you local?”

“Yes,” he says.

Smart. I might have got him punch drunk on me, but he’s not so stupid as to blurt out his address in the open. The thing is, I know he’s based in Albertson, which is the next big town over from Paddle Creek. Buthedoesn’t know that I know that.

“Are you going to spoil me?” I ask, fluttering my eyelashes and taking a step closer to him. I clutch my fluffy purse in both hands over my belly button, using it as a minimalist shield. He’s got to work to entice me, and he knows it.

“Yes,” he replies simply to my question. “I’ll send a car for you, and we can play again. If that’s something you’re interested in.”

I tap my chin and pretend to think about it. “Will you buy me a present?”

It’s him who takes a step closer this time. He doesn’t hesitate as he lifts his arm and slips his hand around my throat. The move is both somehow gentle but firm. I gasp, just a little.

“I takeverygood care of all my toys, Kiki,” he says, his voice rich and smooth like expensive coffee. He rubs his thumb against my pulse point. “Let Daddy play with you again, and I’ll shower you with presents.”

I take a couple of shaky breaths. This close, I can see that his eyes are a dark forest green with crinkles around them, showing his maturity. Fucking hell, he’s not so much hot as so classically handsome it makes me want to worship at his feet.

It’s a good thing that’s exactly what he wants as well.

“I’ll give you my number, Daddy,” I purr. “You just tell me where and when, and Kiki will be the prettiest, most perfect doll for you.”

He licks his lips and looks down at mine. For a heart-stopping moment I worry he’s going to try and kiss me. That’s definitely off the cards. I never actually kissed his good-for-nothing son, after all. But instead, he nods.

I take it as my cue to step back, and he releases his hold on me right away. Glancing around, I spy a pile of napkins. Perfect. Reaching down, I pluck one up, making sure to stick my ass out as I do. Then I pop open my purse, extract my lipstick, and press the napkin to McKenna’s chest.

“Stay still,” I rasp.

I feel him watching me as I write my digits on the tissue paper in bright red. Then I fold it over and tuck it into his breast pocket before tapping his chest.

“Bye, Daddy,” I say with a wink, clicking the lipstick lid back on, dropping it back in my purse, and sauntering away.

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