Page 258 of Merciless Daddy

“Rescheduled.”

“You moved the fleet review.”

“Yes.”

“And your meeting with Sicily.”

“Also yes.”

I set down my coffee.

“Daddy.”

His eyes darkened slightly at the title. Not with lust. With attention.

“Yes, little one?”

“Are you planning something?”

“Daddy is always planning something. I’m a planner. A man with a plan.”

“So, you admit it.”

“No. I admit nothing.”

“What is happening today?”

“Breakfast.”

“After breakfast?”

“A shower, I hope.” He gave me a wicked look.

I narrowed my eyes.

“Is that criticism?”

“An observation.”

“I showered last night.”

“You also slept.”

“Very perceptive.”

“Thank you.”

He picked up a strawberry and held it to my mouth.

I did not take it.

He waited.

I waited longer.

His eyebrow lifted.

I bit the strawberry from his fingers.