Page 12 of Neighbor DADDY

"Please, Cam," Kelly murmurs. When I look down at her, I hate the fear in her eyes, but this is just a part of me she'll have to learn tounderstand. I'm protective as hell, and while she has no reason to worry, I guess I should have warned her about this side of me.

"Why don't you sit down and order a drink, and I'll be back in a minute, okay?" I squeeze her hip reassuringly, hoping she can pick up on the silent signals I'm trying to send her. I want her to know everything is okay, but I need to handle this.

Kelly nods, her eyes wide, and when the drunk guy makes a move, I grab his wrist. He's not sober, and it's easy to turn him and twist his arm behind his back. He cries out, and I shove him towards the door.

"Come on, asshole. Let's get you outside."

"Let me go!"

"No can do."

When we reach the door, the manager meets me, and we call him a cab. He's swearing the whole time, but he's no match for me. I wait outside with him until the cab arrives and shove him inside roughly.

I feel a little guilty when I return to the table—not for what I did, but that Kelly had to see that side of me so quickly—but the smile she gives me has the feeling vanishing almost instantly.

"You handled that really well," she says, her voice a little breathy. "Thank you."

"Of course." I slide into the booth next to her, and she snuggles into my side.

"Is that a part of the job, too?"

I can hear the unspoken part of the question. What she’s really asking is if it’s part of Daddy’sjob. "What, getting handsy drunks to leave women alone?"

"Yeah."

"Nah. I just didn't like the idea of him getting close to you. No one touches what's mine."

Her breath hitches, and when I glance at her, her cheeks are pink.

"You liked that, huh, baby girl?"

"Maybe," she admits, and when her blue eyes meet mine, her expression is open, vulnerable. "Is that wrong?"

"No," I reply. "Not at all. In fact, I'm pretty fucking turned on by the idea of you belonging to me."

"Really?"

"You're damn right," I murmur, sliding a hand under the table and placing it on her bare knee. She sucks in a breath, and I move my fingers slowly upward, teasing her skin. "You're mine, Kelly. All mine."

"Yes, Daddy."

I smile and lean forward, brushing my lips against hers. She presses closer, and when the waiter arrives with our drinks, we reluctantly separate.

"Thank you," I say, clearing my throat. "I think we're ready to order. We're in a hurry."

I don't rushKelly through the meal, but I can tell food isn't the first thing on either of our minds. I want her to eat because she's going to need her strength if this evening is headed where I think it is.

I also don't tell her I've been searching for her stalker all day, either. Considering I plan on having her sleep in my bed tonight, she'll be more than safe, anyway.

She's so sweet, sexy, and gorgeous, and all those things combined are driving me crazy.

As soon as we're done eating, I take her hand and lead her out to the car. There's a nervousness radiating off her, but excitement, too.

"We're going back to my place," I explain to her as we pull out of the parking lot. "I want to continue where we left off last night … if you're ready, that is."

"Yes," Kelly replies instantly. "I mean, I am."

"Good," I growl, my grip tightening on the wheel. I know she's new to all of this, and while I plan on treating her gently, the thought of claiming that tight little pussy for my own has me half-mad with lust.

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