Page 30 of Good Girls Beg

I smirked. "He was walking around with a book in front of his face. He was practically a bombie."

"A bombie?" Fade echoed, amused disbelief on his face. As if he couldn't believe I was accusing him of anything.

"Yeah, like a zombie or a phombie, but with a book," I explained, my gaze skirting over to him, like the answer should have been obvious.

He responded by giving me a slow, sarcastic clap. "Look at you inventing new words. What a talent you have."

For a moment, I considered whether or not it would be rude to flip him off. I decided it wasn't and carried through with it, giving him a venomous smile to back it up.

He lowered his hands to his thighs and leaned over towards me. "Just for that, I'm going to spank your ass."

I didn't move away from him. "You wish," I whispered back.

"I don't need to wish, sweetheart. It won't be long until you're begging me to redden your ass with my hand. That's what girls like you do. They beg for guys like me."

His blue eyes were dark, boring right into me like he could see into my soul, or right down to my pussy. He leaned back and toyed with the inside of his lip ring with his tongue, as if somehow he'd won this round.

Fortunately for everyone concerned, he couldn't see my ruined panties.

"It's time we laid out some of those rules," Fade said. His eyes were on me while his face turned towards Hel.

"What rules?" I asked. I had agreed to that, hadn't I?

Fade smiled slowly. "Let me explain the first one."

CHAPTER TWELVE

TEDDIE

"We managed to pay the rent and book in some extra repairs," Dad said, sliding the last of the locks into place. He looked at me over his shoulder before stepping away from the door. “I can’t believe the crowdfunding campaign raised so much. You didn't have to do that, you know? We would have worked something out.”

I leaned back, my hands on the top of the table behind me and cocked my head.

"Oh, yeah? What would you have worked out?" I didn't want to call him out like that, but we both knew it wasn't that easy.

He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before his shoulders sagged slightly.

"I dunno, we would have figured out something. What sort of father would I be if I relied on my baby girl to get me out of trouble?" He stepped over to put his arms around me and kiss my cheek.

“I didn’t mind. Besides, I think I spend more time worrying about you than you need to worry about me.” I rested my head on his shoulder.

In particular, I was worried he'd realize the money didn't come from the crowdfunding. I hated lying to him, but the truth was, if my fathers knew where the money came from, they might have refused to take it.

"That's the problem," he grumbled. "You shouldn't have to worry about Grant and me. We're the adults here. The older adults," he added quickly before I could respond, reminding him I was twenty-five. More or less an adult. Okay, technically an adult, but I didn't really want to admit it to myself.

"Maybe you need an adultier adult to help you," I said with a laugh.

"Are you suggesting Pop and I aren't adultier enough adults to adult?" He was also laughing.

"Mostly you are," I said. "We all have our moments though."

"Right. Like when my daughter moves in with some strange man."

“He’s not that strange of a man," I argued. "You know Helmut Egger. You've met him before. And his staff when they've fixed the security system."

"Yes, I have met him. He seems like an…interesting man," Dad's tone was careful. Not wanting to speak badly about my roommate, but hoping I wasn’t in over my head.

I hoped he couldn’t tell, but over my head might be exactly where I was right now. Living with an intense CEO and his smug as fuck CFO, and Oak. Crazy was just beginning to describe it.