His voice sent a shiver right through me. He was being so nice to me and wanted to spend time with me.
Did he say he was going to dress me?
Oh boy. Now, how was I supposed to get any sleep?
“Kylie, did you fall asleep on me again?”
“No, sir.” I zoned out daydreaming.
“What did I say?” he asked.
“Get some sleep. Don’t get up until you come and get me. Breakfast, discussion, plan.”
“Very good, little girl.” He chuckled. “It’s nice to know your little is as detail-oriented as big Kylie. Do I have permission to enter your room in the morning? I don’t want you getting out of bed before I get there.”
“What if I have to go to the bathroom?” I suddenly had to go.
“You have Daddy’s permission to use the potty, but then right back in bed, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I felt my hot cheeks.
“That’s my good girl.” His voice dropped to a sexy growl. “Goodnight, Kylie. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Daddy.” I hung up the phone and plugged it in to charge on my nightstand. The way he said my name had me rethinking the onesie.
When did it get so hot in here all of a sudden?
CHAPTER 27
PATRICK
It took me a while to fall asleep myself. I studied the photo of Kylie in her onesie. She said she was only little in the clubs. The little pajamas surprised me. With her hair in braids, I had to adjust myself to get comfortable. All my self-control and common sense went out the window when it came to Kylie.
I naturally woke up at six a.m.; a habit left over from my days in the military. After a workout, I showered, dressed, and shaved all by eight a.m. The office, especially on weekends, was a quiet place for me to work, but the quiet was too distracting. I wanted to see my girl. The security office was quiet, too. The incident reports from last night were light, which was a surprise. With a casino and four hotels, issues popped up often, but nothing my team hasn’t been trained on or couldn’t handle.
The rule was to call me only if someone was dead, dying, or breaking the law. Everything else, I trusted them to handle. The incidents were typical per hotel. Lots of fistfights in Quad I, verbal arguments and guests abusing employees in Quad II. Quad III was mostly quiet except for the occasional patronwhose requests were unrealistic. We are a hotel, not aMake a Wish Foundationfor the rich and famous. Quad IV, the kinky side of Quad Vegas, was surprisingly well-behaved. All hotels should have a vetting process, huge membership fees, and the right to kick out a person at the staff’s discretion. They’d run better.
The time to see my girl finally came. I had already claimed her last night, but today was about showing her what our life would look like together.
She came from a world where one mistake could have deadly consequences. In my world, communication was key, and I would teach my little girl that there was nothing she couldn’t bring to me. Even if it involved the organization and the people I’ve chosen to protect.
I knocked on her door before opening it.
She was in bed. She gasped and covered herself with the blankets, leaving an errant braid the only thing visible.
“Hi, baby.” I smiled.
“Daddy, you’re early.” The covers muffled her words.
“I’m right on time, little sneak.” Near the bed, an onesie lay crumbled on the floor. I picked it up. “Did you get a little warm last night?”
She whimpered and flipped the blanket down enough for me to see her pretty face with her pale pink cheeks.
“Come back in two minutes,” she pleaded.
“Well, since we need to get you dressed anyway, how about I stay and we do that?” I sat on the edge of the bed. “Besides, I need to check your bottom.”
“What?” She sat up, and the blanket slipped. She recovered before anything was exposed, unfortunately. “Why?”
