Page 15 of Daddy's Bad Girl
“Welcome,” I say in a deep voice. “You look lovely tonight.”
She shoots me a hesitant smile as she teeters inside, slightly unstable in her pink stilettos.
“Thank you,” she murmurs. “I didn’t have any trouble finding your apartment?—”
But then her words stop because we’ve entered the main living area of the penthouse, which is a triple height, stark white room with breathtaking views of the river. Right now, the water appears almost black in the orange glow of dusk, but it’s an imposing sight nonetheless. The stars are already beginning to come out, resembling pinpricks in the sky, and of course, the cityscape is mesmerizing, from the crawl of pint-sized cars to pedestrians no bigger than ants.
Emma immediately goes to one of the windows, taking in the view.
“Wow,” she breathes. “This is amazing.”
I chuckle, moving to stand beside her. The sweet smell of gardenias greets me, light yet musky at once, and my cock twitches in my pants. Fuck, we’ve barely said two words and I’m already tempted to drag her to the couch before flipping up her skirt and plowing deep into that warm, wet cunt. But I make myself answer in what I pray is a near-normal voice.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” I drawl. “I bought this place a couple years back, and I’ve never regretted it. It makes me feel alive to look out at the setting, and reminds me of why we’re here on God’s green earth.”
Emma continues to stare at the landscape, mesmerized by its appeal.
“Yes, this is stunning,” she breathes. “Absolutely breathtaking.” But then she catches herself and turns to me. “You look nice as well, Mr. Blackshaw. Thank you for inviting me.”
“Of course,” I growl before making my way to a small bar cart off to the side. “Can I get you something to drink?”
Emma follows me, incredibly gorgeous and graceful, before seating herself on one of the white leather couches. I pause for a moment because to be honest, she looks like she belongs there. It’s almost as if Emma’s been living here for years already, and belongs in this apartment, and this home, with me.
Immediately, alarm bells go off in my head. Are you fucking kidding? my subconscious snarls. You’ve fucked at least a dozen women on that couch alone. You’ve bent hundreds of women over the furniture in a multitude of positions, and yet you’re getting mushy over a young blonde who’s smiling at you?
Of course, the voice is right. I’m a man who uses women, and by the end of the night, Emma will be no different. So I force myself back to the present and out of my dreamy reverie.
“I can’t drink, remember?” Emma’s laughing. “I’m not twenty-one yet.”
“Right,” I mutter, trying not to slosh the liquor as I pour it into a tumbler. “Water then? Milk?”
The gorgeous blonde stares at me for a moment, a small smile playing about her lips.
“No, I think I’m okay,” she says melodiously. “I’ve passed the bottle phase, and don’t drink warm milk, thanks.”
Of course. I curse myself internally. What the fuck am I doing? Usually, I’m calm, cool, and collected, and yet somehow this young blonde has turned me into a complete fuck-up of titanic proportions. Hell, I might as well throw away the lifejacket now, seeing that I’m already drowning in my own shit pile.
But I smile like nothing’s wrong.
“Of course, and I apologize for treating you like a child. Soda then?”
Emma smiles again, so breathtakingly beautiful that I desperately want to fuck the shit out of her. But she shakes her head.
“I’m okay for now, Mr. Blackshaw. But I am interested in the surprise you have up your sleeve.”
I stare at her. Surprise? What surprise? Emma fixes me with a look of mock-outrage.
“Remember, when we were talking before? You said you had something that could change my life, and I’m here to see what it is. I’m very excited, as you can tell,” she says in a coy tone. “In fact, I’ve been thinking about it non-stop ever since you mentioned it at the club.”
I start again, jolted out of my reverie. Fuck, what is wrong with me? The whole point of this visit is so that she can see my special surprise, and I’m only too happy to show it to her. As a result, I nod before taking another sip of fiery alcohol. It burns as it goes down my throat and into my gut, but that’s what I need because Emma is unexpectedly feisty and fiery ... and this surprise is going to light her on fire from the inside out.
10
Emma
The billionaire stares at me, his blue eyes so dark that they’re almost black. They’re filled with hunger, and my insides sizzle as that scorching gaze trails down my curves, taking in my big bust and wide hips, all the way down my legs, before coming back up the same territory and landing on my mouth. Unconsciously, I lick my lips and Logan goes immobile. Literally, the alpha male doesn’t move as he watches my pink tongue flicker over my glossy lips before disappearing once more.
“Cat got your tongue?” I purr saucily. “Or is it something else?”
