Page 36 of His Little Secret in Discretion
“Almost five.”
“Right. And considering you’ve probably only seen six movies in your lifetime, I’m shocked you even remembered a word from one of them.” She just kept smiling, waiting patiently. Deciding to entertain her, I sighed. “Fine. What do you want?”
“Piggy bank money.”
Of course. My jaw clenched as I reached for my wallet. I debated slipping her a one, but the way she stared at me? She’d know. Oh, she’d definitely know.
I handed her a hundred.
She squealed, wrapping her tiny arms around me. “Thank you, Blainey. Your secret is safe with me.”
“It’s probably not, but that’s fine,” I muttered, patting her back before she hopped down from the bench and disappeared into one of the classrooms.
Another door opened, and my Sunshine appeared, looking at me like she couldn’t quite believe I was real. She smiled as she crossed the room, and I stood, slipping my arms around her waist the second she was close enough.
“Are you stalking me, Mr. Porter?”
“A sugar daddy always knows where his baby is, Sunshine… Besides, you told me your new schedule a few days ago.”
“You have a point there.” She giggled, then added, “With my coworker Brielle’s hours cut back in her new job, my schedule is always changing.”
I almost laughed out loud. If only she knew. If only she realized we were two steps away from starring in a derangedBrady Bunchreboot. Sunshine, Brielle, Lucifer, the kid who just hustled me out of a hundred bucks… what a fucking family tree.
But I swallowed it down, finally keeping my mouth shut for once. My hand lingered on her lower back as I led her outside, settling her into the passenger seat before climbing in myself.
As I pulled out of the lot, I glanced at her. She looked tired but still impossibly radiant—her waves tied into a low ponytail, leggings hugging every curve, that pink jacket clinging like a second skin. She smelled like vanilla and musk, like sex and sugar cookies, and it took everything in me not to slam the car into park and drag her onto my lap.
Instead, I cleared my throat. “There’s actually something I wanted to discuss with you…”
Her eyes flicked over to me, curious. She didn’t look drained from teaching all day. If anything, she looked more alive than I did after thirty minutes at the office.
“What is it?”
“I’ll be leaving the country soon,” I admitted, exhaling through my nose. “For the next few months, I’ll be back and forth, assisting Killian.”
“When?” she whispered. The shift in her tone nearly made me smile… she cared. But I forced it down.
“Nothing’s finalized yet, but… probably in the next few weeks.” Her silence ate at me, so I caught her hand, lifting it to my lips. “I wanted to know if you’d accompany me.”
Her whole face lit up. “Really?”
The excitement she tried to hide almost broke me into a grin. And instantly, I was picturing her in my jet, legs curled up on leather seats, champagne in hand, that contagious smile plastered on her face. Picturing her wrapped in silk sheets in my penthouse overseas, her laugh echoing off marble walls, her closet filled with every designer label I could throw at her.
Sunshine deserved to be spoiled. And damn if I didn’t want to be the one to do it. Maybe I was leaning too hard into this sugar daddy role. Maybe. But fuck, she made it feel natural.
“Of course, Sunshine.”
Her smile softened, but then her eyes clouded with worry. “Is Killian okay with me going?”
My jaw ticked. I forced it still. “Ecstatic,” I lied smoothly.
She gave me a look, the kind that said she didn’t quite buy it.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” I said, no hesitation. I didn’t give her time to press me. Pulling into the garage, I killed the engine and stepped out, circling around to open her door like the gentleman I pretend to be.
Her hand slid into mine. Together, we walked past the rows of my cars, their polished chrome glinting under the fluorescent lights. When we reached the elevator, I pressed the button forthe top floor, then drew her against me by the waist as we began to ascend.
