Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
"You don't want them to know about me?"
"I do want them to know about you. I just don't want to share you with anyone yet. I want to be selfish and keep you all to myself for a little while. Is that okay?"
"Yeah," he says, grinning. "That's okay, baby girl."
"If we stay, are you going to cook for me?"
"I'll cook. Fair warning, Alaric will probably show up at some point. He always appears when there's food involved."
"I like Alaric."
He growls, which makes me laugh.
"I'm serious. He's nice to me."
"He better be nice to you. I will break his jaw if he's not nice to you, little one."
"You're such a good daddy," I whisper, smiling.
"Finish your breakfast then," he growls, heat in his eyes. "I'm ready to be a real good daddy and eat mine."
Oh. Yes, please.
Chapter Nine
Blaze
"Trouble is brewing," Alaric says, popping his head into my office.
I glance up from my computer, eyeing him over top. The last thing I need today is more fucking trouble. After spending the last two days with Georgia, leaving the bed to come to work this morning was not appealing. But we're closing the office for the holidays at the end of the day.
It's been a madhouse all goddamn day. I got into the office this morning to a flurry of news about the party. My girl is smart as hell. Fashionable Santa was the talk of the town. My face was splashed all over the fucking place. Georgia's too. The phones have been ringing off the hook.
Someone broke into one of our warehouses overnight. They made out with over two-hundred thousand dollars' worth of merchandise that was meant to be shipped to our retail partners, so I've had that to deal with too. My patience is wearing mighty damn thin.
"Georgia's on her way up and she's pissed," he says. For once, my younger brother doesn't look perpetually amused. There's a grim edge to his tone that reflects in his dark eyes. "You're a dick, just in case you didn't already know."
"What the fuck did I do?"
Before he can say anything else, Georgia appears in the doorway behind him, bristling like an angry kitten. She looks beautiful with her hair pulled back from her face, wearing my t-shirt tied up around her waist and a pair of jeans. Her face is free of makeup, her cheeks flushed.
My dick thickens, stiffening in my pants at the sight of her. I've been all over her since the party, and I'm still not satisfied. I want her incessantly. We fucked all over the house yesterday. My favorite was in front of the fireplace with nothing but the tree lights illuminating my princess.
Alaric steps to the side, allowing her to sweep into my office.
"You fired me without even telling me?" she growls, her gray eyes flashing fire at me.
Fuck.
Alaric backs out of the office, pulling my door closed behind him. But not before glaring at me like he's completely on her side in this. He probably is, the bastard.
"I didn't fire you, little one," I murmur, my voice soft.
"You cancelled my next shoot, Blaze!" she says. "And you told the design team that I'm not going to be modeling the rest of the line."
"Come here," I say, holding out a hand to her.
"I'm fine where I am," she retorts.
I narrow my eyes on her. "Don't piss me off, Georgia."
"You already pissed me off!" she cries. "You fired me, and you didn't even have the decency to tell me about it." Her bottom lip quivers, misery sweeping through her expression.
I stare in horror as tears fill her eyes. No. Fuck no. I made her cry.
"Little one," I breathe, striding across the office toward her, my heart in my throat. Pissed off Georgia, I can handle. She makes my fucking dick hard when she's giving me hell. But this? This is intolerable.
"I thought I mattered to you, Blaze." She backs away from me, her quivering bottom lip breaking my fucking heart. The doubt in her eyes annihilates it. She doubts how I feel about her? Unacceptable.
"Stop running from me," I growl when she takes another step away.
"No. I don't want you to touch me."
The rest of my patience vanishes in a haze of red. Before she can even think about moving again, I'm on top of her, dragging her into my arms. She tries to fight, but I don't give her a chance. I pick her infuriating little ass up and march across the room with her to the sofa on the far side.
"Dammit, Blaze," she growls, trying to kick me. "Let me go."
"What's my name, Georgia?"
"Blaze."
I growl, dropping her on the sofa. Before she has a chance to pop back up, I'm on top of her, wrapping around her like a blanket. "Settle down before I spank your little ass, baby girl," I growl in her ear. "I don't give a fuck if you're mad at me or not, you call me daddy."