Page 213 of Rogue Daddy (Montana Daddies 12)

Nooo. He was killing her.

“Now, do you want dessert?”

“No,” she snapped.

“You want to try that again,” he warned.

Oh hell.

“No, thank you, Daddy,” she replied in a softer voice.

“That’s what I thought you meant to say.”

The egg turned on again just as someone approached their table. She didn’t notice who it was for a start; she was too busy trying to stop herself from coming.

“Zander, what are you doing?”

Great. Charlene. Would this woman not get a clue? The egg turned off, and she slumped against the seat.

“Are you here to clear our table?” Zander asked in a bland voice.

Ooh. Ouch. Keira would feel bad for Charlene. If she wasn’t a bitch who’d tried to rip apart Zander’s family. Oh, and then there was the panties episode.

Gross.

“No! I wouldn’t work here,” Charlene spat out.

Their waiter chose that moment to return to their table and gather the plates up. Keira smiled at him.

“Then why are you here, talking to me?” Zander gave her a bewildered look.

Keira sighed. She’d had enough of this.

“I left you a gift in your room. Did you find it? I thought I would have heard from you. I know you’re lying about this slut living with you.”

The waiter dropped a plate, and Charlene cried out as some leftover mashed potato flew up over her skirt and legs.

“What are you doing? You idiot!” she screeched.

The whole restaurant seemed to grow quiet.

“I’m sorry,” the waiter said, wide-eyed.

“Get me your manager!” Charlene demanded.

“Don’t,” Keira said to the waiter. “She’s not eating here, and she’s interrupting our dinner. It’s her fault you dropped the plate.”

“You shut up, you man-stealing bitch,” Charlene snarled.

“Do not—” Zander began.

Keira held up a hand, though. “I got this, Z.”

She climbed out of the booth, careful to keep her legs together. How embarrassing would it be if the egg slid out?

Yeah, she didn’t need that to happen, especially in front of Charlene.

“Listen here. I don’t know how else to say this to make you get it. Zander is with me. He doesn’t want you. He doesn’t like you. To him, you barely exist. He didn’t even see your skanky panties that you left under his pillow because we threw them out. I also burned all that bedding.”

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