Page 58 of Daddy's Little Worker
“I can’t. I mean, I can, but I don’t think I’ll have steady hands to help, and it would be too much temptation not to eat it all,” she whined.
She had helped Trent once. It was before Daddy and she got together, and it was glorious. The amount of cookie dough she ate was amazing, and she wished she could go back in time and do it all over again. Frankie did get sick though, but it was so worth it.
“Your hands are fine. You don’t need to worry about that, and as for temptation, well, this is a dessert that you don’t really like,” he replied.
“Carrot cake?” Her nose wrinkled as she said it.
“Yes, carrot cake. There are several people who like it here, so today I’m making it. But don’t worry, I have two chocolate chip cookies coming out fresh with your name on them. But you have to eat your chicken nuggies first.” Trent gave her a pointed look.
“I sometimes wish you were a sub so you couldn’t give me the look or be all stern with me,” she mumbled.
“But then you would be getting into trouble all the time. Not being able to sit on that bottom without being in pain. You’ll thank me later.” Trent winked at her before walking away.
Taking a deep breath, she relaxed in her chair as she waited for him to come back. She was okay. Everything was going to be all right.
“What’s wrong?” Trent asked as he set the plate in front of her. “Something is wrong.”
She shrugged.
“Frankie.” Trent sat in front of her.
“Finn is talking to Daddy, and I’m worried it’s about me,” she blurted. “I don’t know why I am worried, but I just have this gut feeling. And my gut has never been wrong.”
Trent looked at her, so she took that as her sign to continue to talk.
“Okay, that is a lie. My stomach is wrong all the time, but I know this time I’m not. Daddy wouldn’t have asked me to come to you if he weren’t talking about me. You know that and I know that, so we don’t have to pretend.” She took a deep breath.
“Why are you worried?” Trent asked.
Frankie looked at him like he was dumb. “Why am I worried?”
“Yes, there isn’t anything to be worried about. Finn isn’t going to steal you away. He doesn’t like to have the same letter name as his partner,” Trent said, like it was normal.
So Finn wasn’t lying. Huh. She thought that was kind of weird, but it wasn’t the weirdest thing in the world.
“Now, why are you worried?” Trent asked. “And don’t forget to eat. If you don’t, you won’t get any cookies.”
Frankie took several bites of her chicken nuggies, relaxing into her chair even more. “I’m worried he’s talking to Finn about how to get rid of me or fire me without hurting me.”
“Frankie.” Trent sighed. “Do you really believe that?”
She took another bite and shrugged her shoulders. Sure, she believed it. She wouldn’t have said it if she didn’t believe it.
“Frankie,” Trent repeated.
“Yes?” she asked. “You keep saying my name like I am supposed to know what it means.”
Trent stared at her for several seconds, blinking often and totally freaking her out.
“You can’t believe that your Daddy is trying to get rid of you.” Trent sounded like he didn’t believe it.
“Is that true, Frankie?” Daddy asked from the doorway.
CHAPTER 25
FRANKIE
Frankie’s eyes went wide as she stared at Trent. He did not just do that to her.
