Daddy's Best Friend - Page 39

“Why don’t I make us some tea.” Greyson put the remote down and started to stand.

“Tea? Oh right, I guess you like tea—being British and all.” I chuckled under my breath.

“I grew up drinking it, but I don’t drink it much these days.” He shrugged. “If you need a pick-me-up, it’ll definitely do the trick.”

“That sounds good.” I nodded and leaned back against the couch.

Greyson went into the kitchen and made some tea while I stared at the muted television. It had been a while since I watched a football game. I watched a couple of games during high school, but it wasn’t how I normally spent my Friday nights. It seemed to be a big deal at USC. I watched the scores along the bottom of the screen and saw that USC was winning their game. I would definitely have to go to one game before I graduated—just to see what it was like to watch a game in a big stadium.

“Why aren’t you watching the USC game?” I looked towards Greyson as he walked back into the living room with a tray.

“They’re playing a cupcake school today.” He shrugged. “It’ll be a blowout.”

“Yeah, but aren’t you supposed to watch anyway?” I tilted my head slightly. “Support the team. Rah-rah-rah?”

“I went to school there, but I have to watch a lot of game as it is.” He put the tray down and poured two cups of tea. “I can’t watch them all.”

“So, as a sports agent—you meet a lot of celebrities?” I picked up my cup and added some sugar. “I saw the pictures in your office.”

“Ah, yeah.” He nodded. “Well, I get invited to a lot of events because I know people. It’s the endorsement deals that normally open those doors. Ricky Bonds has a deal with Nike, and he’s done some commercials—I just get looped into all of that.”

“Hmm.” I sipped the tea. “Wow, this is really good.”

“Why do you ask?” He sipped his tea and tilted his head. “Do you want to meet some celebrities or something?”

“I guess that isn’t a big deal for you…” I shrugged slightly.

“It used to be. There was a time when I didn’t miss a single event if I got invited. These days, it’s just a hassle most of the time. I don’t really need to schmooze anymore. People come to me when they want something.” He sipped his tea again.

“I guess you have the luxury.” I nodded.

“I’ve got an event coming up soon. If you think you can be on your best behavior and not start screaming when your favorite actor walks by, I could take you.” He put down his tea and looked back towards me. “I mean it though—this isn’t a game where you get to misbehave because it’s cute.”

“I think I can tell the difference between when it’s cute to misbehave and when I should bite my tongue.” I reached over and nudged him. “Like now—I’m feeling a little mischievous.”

“Are you?” He narrowed his eyes. “I guess the tea is working.”

“I’m getting my second wind.” I took another sip.

I just need to find a way to get in trouble…

The game was about to begin—and it wasn’t the one on television that I was interested in. I just had to figure out what I could do to get his attention. I didn’t want to do something that was actually going to break a rule—his threat wasn’t idle. If I got in real trouble, I was going to get a spanking that made me regret what I did. I could always throw myself over his knee and ask for it, but that was a little too easy. I wanted him to be annoyed enough to give me a few firm smacks before it was over. The spanking I got by the pool was certainly fun—but I wanted to whimper a little bit—maybe even squeal. There was something about the hint of danger that turned me on as much as the sting. I finished my tea and got up to look around the living room—Greyson stared as I did—he obviously knew what was on my mind.

“What are you doing, Chrissy?” He tilted his head slightly.

“Nothing…” I grinned and walked over to the bookcase.

“Yeah, I don’t believe that for a second.” He narrowed his eyes at me.

“What’s this?” I noticed there was a box on the bookcase that had a cord running to an electrical outlet and a slight hum emanating from it—when I opened it, I saw that it was filled with cigars. “Oh, I bet these are expensive.”

“Leave those alone. They are expensive.” He growled under his breath.

“Yeah, but they’re bad for you.” I looked into the box. “Maybe I should throw them away.”

“Stop playing around.” He stood up and walked over. “I know you’re just trying to be a brat because you want something, but don’t mess with those.”

“You’re no fun…” I rolled my eyes and closed the box.

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