Daddy's Boss

Climbing out of the car without waiting for help, she moved toward the door and tried her hardest to ignore the stares or glares coming her way.

Within seconds Dawg was by her side, and the moment they were in his home he slammed the door closed and had her pressed up against it.

“I know you’ve got no problem behaving like a spoiled little brat when the mood takes you, but don’t ever climb out of the car without either myself or one of my men assisting you.”

“What?”

“That’s an order, and you will follow orders.”

“Is your life so dangerous a woman can’t even be independent around you?”

“There are men, and women for that matter, who would be paid handsome sums to get rid of me. The last thing I want is for someone to take that anger out on you, which is why a guard will be with you at all times.”

“No, that is not happening. I have work.”

“Yes, and I’m surprised you didn’t notice Ashley. He started last week at your firm. He’s a guard. Wears a security uniform, constantly walking around.”

She’d spotted him, but had figured he was there as a precaution because of one of the lawyers taking on a high-pressure case.

“You need to make him back off.”

“Not going to happen, darling. You’re mine, and I take care of what is mine. If you want, I’ll stop you working. Keep you here for my amusement, and send in your letter of resignation.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And I can be an even bigger one if you want to keep this up,” he said.

She snapped her mouth shut, seeing no point in arguing with the man. He wasn’t going to listen to her no matter what she said or did. This was all on him, and she folded her arms, refusing to give him any satisfaction.

“Come on, let’s head on up to bed.”

They moved away from the door, and seconds later she heard the other guards enter. Deciding to ignore them, Dawg showed her to her room, but instead of leaving her and closing the door, he stepped inside with her.

“Do you want sex?”

“Do you want to have sex with me?” he asked.

“It’s part of what I signed, right? You can have what you want, when you want it?”

“I’m not telling you to have sex with me. You’re sleeping here, Lori, by my side. We’re not having sex tonight.”

“No. We can have sex, but we’re not sleeping together.”

“Yes. I’m not here to negotiate. The contract states I can have what I want. I want this, and this is where you will sleep. Final.” He stepped away, and she glared at the bed.

Seeing no other reason to argue, she found Dawg in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. She didn’t want to wait to get ready, and she certainly didn’t want him to think he had any power over her. Turning her back to him, she wished she had a mirror just so she could see the look on his face.

Once she finished removing all of her clothes, she turned on the shower and reached in to test the water, finding it just right.

Stepping into the warm spray, she tilted her head up and washed herself in record time.

Turning off the water, she remembered she had forgotten a towel. Before she could say anything, one was thrust inside the curtain. “Here you go.”

Did his voice sound strained?

Had she shocked him?

“Thank you.” Taking the towel, she wrapped it around her body.

Stepping out of the shower, she saw she was alone.

Brushing her teeth and taking care of her hair, she entered the bedroom and found Dawg waiting for her.

“This side is yours.” He opened the closet door and showed her all of her items.

“You went to my apartment?”

“Yes.”

“You shouldn’t be doing that.”

“I already paid your rent, Lori. As the owner of the building, I had access to the key.”

“You paid for the building?”

“When I realized where you were living, and the bastard who pretended to be a landlord, yes, I saw no other choice. It was either that, or kill the bastard. Guess what? He lived.”

This didn’t bring her comfort.

He left her alone, and she saw out of the corner of her eye that he’d gone to the bed.

After twenty minutes passed of brushing her hair and rearranging things within her closet, she saw no other choice. Quickly pulling a negligee over her head, she moved toward the bed.

Climbing beneath the sheets, she closed her eyes and tried to pretend she didn’t care that he was there, or that she could feel him.

“I’m not going to rape you, Lori. When we fuck, both of us are going to want it.”

“Hell will freeze over before that happens.”

“Well, global warming is happening. I imagine I won’t have to wait long.”

He was too smug for his own good.

Chapter Three

“Lori got to the homeless shelter safely, sir. There is also a man keeping an eye on things, and will post updates.”