Protector Daddy (MC Daddies 3)

She swore for a moment that he was about to kiss her. But that was crazy. He wasn’t attracted to her. Irritated by her. Perplexed. Angered.

But not interested in her.

“Not worried about any of this. You shouldn’t be either. Got me?”

She stared up into his eyes, saw how genuine he appeared to be

. Even though she knew she wouldn’t let go of her embarrassment so easily, she did feel a small burst of relief at how calm he was.

“You good?” he asked.

“No. But I think I’m about as good as I’ll get.”

He nodded.

“I’m really sorry you had to clean up after me last night.” There went her cheeks again. Hot enough to fry eggs on.

“Hush,” he said, not unkindly.

“Right. Hush. I can do that.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Like to see that.”

She wrinkled her nose at him. And tried to climb off his lap again.

“Stay still.”

“Aren’t I squashing you?”

“Nope. Could hold you all day.”

Oh, wouldn’t that be nice. Nope, not going there. Not right now anyway. “There’s just one problem.”

“Just one,” he drawled.

“Jeez, who knew you could be such a smart-ass.”

He scowled.

Okay, so probably the big, bad, biker dude didn’t want to be called a smart ass.

“I really have to use the bathroom.”

He nodded. Then helped her off his lap.

“Meet me downstairs after. We have to talk.” He walked to the door then turned back. “No more hiding in closets.”

Fine. She was sure she could find somewhere better to hide anyway.

15

Spike pulled out the ingredients for a smoothie, chopping up fruit and adding it to the blender. But his mind wasn’t really on what he was doing.

It kept circling back to the woman upstairs.

In her dinosaur onesie. Her face bright red from embarrassment. The way she’d hidden in the closet.

Everything pointed to her being a Little. But what was he going to do with the information? Sit on it or address it?