Page 232 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
We step out of the elevator into a vestibule with another security door that Logan opens. He leads me around the corner to a massive, wooden reception desk with a huge digital displayhanging on the wall behind it. The computers on the desk and the digital board are the only modern things in the long hallway. Everything else is straight out of a British country house: a rich, red-patterned, Turkish carpet that cushions our feet, wood paneling on the walls broken up by doors, classical statuary, and huge oil paintings of hunting scenes. Wall sconces soak everything in soft, golden light, and there’s the scent of leather and tobacco in the air, even though I’m sure no one has smoked inside this building in a decade. Oh, except in the smoking lounge, because Logan’s told me they have one of those.
“Good evening, Master Logan.” A woman’s soft contralto greets us. She steps out from behind the reception desk to curtsey to Logan and then to me. With a black bob, bright blue eyes, and delicate features, she could be Cappa’s sister. “Is there anything I can do for you and your guest, sir?”
“Is DirtyGur?—”
Logan breaks off when a door down the hall opens and Brenna walks out.
My heart nearly leaps through my ribcage. She definitely gets more beautiful every time I see her. Her dreadlocks are down, swinging against her shoulders, providing a jewel-toned backdrop for her colorful skin. If I thought black rope looked great framing that skin, I had no idea what black leather and lace would do. Fuck, she is stunning. She’s wearing the same basque set as every other house submissive: corset, G-string, and fishnet stockings. On Brenna, they give her cleavage I want to bury my face in and never breathe again, a nipped-in waist worthy of a pin-up, and legs that go on not just for days but for centuries. I have to swallow to keep from drooling.
I take a step towards her that turns bow-legged when I nearly stumble over my own damn cock, I’ve shot so hard.
Her warm brown eyes land on me and she smiles, genuinely happy to see me. She tosses her hair back and begins walkingtoward me. My heart’s pounding so hard I can feel it in my temples and my throat and my cock.
Then Theo steps out of the room behind her and my heart freezes. He’s bare-chested, barefoot, wearing just a pair of low-slung jeans. He’s flushed, his hair standing up in spikes.
I can’t help my eyes going from him to her. Bren stops walking and the smile slides off her face. I feel the frown forming on my own.
Theo shuts the door behind him and catches up with her in two long strides, slinging his arm around her shoulders. He walks her over to the reception desk and gives us each a nod. “Logan, Mac. Char, we’re finished with the Medical Suite.”
“Yes, Master Theo,” Cappa’s twin says, heading back around the desk.
From the circle of another man’s arms, Brenna says, “Master Mac, I hope your daughter’s okay?”
I nod, unable to say a word around the constriction in my throat.
Her eyes narrow. “Everything okay?”
A growl breaks free of my throat. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Giving Master Theo his rain check. Remember?”
I don’t. Didn’t. Now that she says it, I vaguely remember that both Theo and I asked to scene with her that morning at Logan’s and she offered us both a rain check, but I didn’t remember until now.
I shake my head slowly, feeling like I’ve caught a gut wound.
“Are you judging me?” Brenna asks, her voice low and not at all friendly.
“Bren—”
“It’s DirtyGurl,” she hisses at me. “And don’t you fucking dare judge me, sir.”
“What’s the problem—” Theo begins.
He’s the fucking problem. I lunge at him, but I’m pulled up short by a heavy pressure around my neck.
“He’s a cop,” Logan hisses in my ear. “You do not want to spend the night in jail for assaulting a police officer.”
In this moment, I’m willing to risk it.
“Get your hands off her,” I growl at Theo, straining against Logan’s arm.
Theo frowns at me. “What the fuck?—”
Brenna shrugs his arm off and pushes right up into my face. “You don’t get to say who touches me. Not when you fuck off the morning after and leave me to drop into the Grand fucking Canyon of Subdrops. Fuck all the way off, Mac. I won’t be making any more time for you.”
She turns on her high-heeled boot and stalks off. She slams through another door in the long corridor and her heels clack on wood as the door closes behind her.
Theo frowns at me, then at Logan, before he turns to follow Brenna. “School your guest, Logan. That kind of shit doesn’t go down here.”
