Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Stay away from the club. I’ll see you Monday.”
It hadn’t been signed but she would have known Courick’s meticulously neat printing anywhere. Other than that, the weekend had been disappointingly quiet and now, as she walked into the office at the back of the Tampa HKR building, she wasn’t sure what she’d find. She’d taken extra care with her hair and makeup and she was wearing a dress that hugged her curves, but would her boss even notice? Or would it be business as usual?
“Addison?” His deep voice made her jump. Putting a hand to her heart, she turned to see Courick looming over her. To be fair, he really couldn’t help it, since he was so tall. Looking up at him, she tried to read his expression but it was impossible.
“Er, yes, Sir?” she asked, wondering what he would say next.
“Come into my office. I need to talk to you.”
The stern words made her heart sink. She was sure Courick was going to tell her that they had to forget anything had ever happened between them. He might even reassign her to some other place—or maybe even fire her!
But he was so sweet to me! He tucked me in and kissed my forehead—he even checked under the bed for monsters. Surely he wouldn’t do that…would he?
Addison just didn’t know. Slowly, she followed her boss into his office and shut the door behind her. Courick was already seated behind his desk so she came to stand across from him with her hand clasped in front of her.
“Yes, Sir?” she said meekly. “What did you want to talk about?”
Courick gave her a stern look.
“You know what I want to talk about. Come here—come around the desk.”
Addison obeyed and came around behind the desk to get closer to the big Kindred. Courick turned his chair to face her and though he was sitting and she was standing, they were still nearly eye-to-eye.
“Yes, Sir?” she asked again. “Did…did you want to talk about what happened at the club the other night? Or…or what happened afterwards?”
“Yes, I do.” Reaching out, he took one of her hands in his. The warmth of his skin sent a shiver of pure longing through Addison as he entwined their fingers. “I want to talk about your needs,” he said in a low voice.
“My…my needs?” Her throat was suddenly dry and Addison found she could barely get the words out. “Er…what about them?”
“I want to try and meet them for you…at least, some of them.” Courick looked at her earnestly. “I’ll tell you up front, I can’t meet your sexual needs. I went much farther than I should have the other night—I came much too close to breaking my vow. But I can try to meet your other need—your need for a, er, ‘Daddy.’”
“You can?” Addison asked uncertainly. “But…why would you want to do that?”
“It’s wrong that you had to grow up without a father—without a male to love you and shelter you and care for you.” He pulled her a little closer and reached out with his other hand to cup her cheek. “I want to give you that, Addison. I want to give you a safe space to be little, just like you said. Will you let me do that for you?”
Addison’s heart was thundering in her chest.
He cares! a little voice was singing inside her. He cares! He cares so much he wants to give me exactly what I need!
Well, except for the sex. That was kind of a bummer because sex was definitely a big part of her submission. But she was so thrilled that her stern boss wanted to meet her needs, she was willing to go along with anything he said.
“Yes,” she breathed, nuzzling her cheek into his big palm. “Yes, I would love that, er…” She wasn’t quite sure what to call him now.
“Daddy,” he finished for her. “You can call me ‘Daddy’ if you want. Or ‘Sir’ is fine too. But not at the office,” he added, giving her a stern look. “We’ll need to keep our relationship strictly professional while we’re here. Understood?”
“Okay.” Addison nodded eagerly. “So then…when do we play?”
“After we get off work, of course,” Courick said. “At my domicile.”
“At your place?” Addison raised her eyebrows. “Are we going to go there every night after work?”
“Of course.” He nodded. “Because you’re going to move in with me.”
Addison stared at him.
“I am?” She didn’t know what to say.
“Yes, you are. Of course, this is a strictly temporary arrangement,” he added. “Just to help meet your needs and keep you safe until you…until you find a human male who’s willing to be your, er, Daddy.” He seemed to have trouble getting the words out. “But until then, I’ll fill that role for you.”
“Well…thank you, Sir.” Addison looked at him uncertainly. “But are you sure you want me to move in with you?”