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“Tabby is notoriously tight-lipped. She never talks about any of her relationships. Of course I didn’t know she had any other than Robbie.”
“Robbie?” Brody asks and I squeeze my eyes shut tight, really needing out of this nightmare now.
“Robbie, my fiancé. She did tell you about Robbie?”
“Hil, I keep trying to—”
“Oh… of course she did. I’m just not thinking. I’m actually a little worried about your sister. She’s pulled two straight shifts. She really needs to rest. Maybe you could drive and see to it that she eats and then rests?” Brody responds and that snaps my head up. He’s insane… or maybe it’s still all me…
I pinch myself to make sure none of the scenarios I’ve dreamed up are actually happening and that I’m really here.
“Ow!” I cry out. That definitely hurt.
“Tabby! What are you doing?”
“Pinching myself,” I mutter, rubbing the red spot on my arm.
“She’s always doing that. My Tabby always says she can’t believe she’s lucky enough to have snagged me,” Brody says with an outrageous wink. “Isn’t that right, Love Muffin?” he asks, squeezing me tight.
“Love Muffin?” Hilary murmurs.
“Just a pet name. Tabby loves it when I call her that. She calls me Daddy.”
“Daddy?” Hilary gasps.
“Your sister likes it kinky,” Brody shrugs and if I survive this I might kill him.
“Oh see? You definitely have to come over tonight for dinner. Tabby would never tell me this stuff!”
“I’ll be there, but not until around seven. I need to follow up with some patients and do some errands. That should give you girls time enough to visit and let Tabby rest.”
“I can talk you know,” I mutter, feeling like I’ve been left out of the whole conversation. Of course, I’m not sure I can talk. I’m feeling really out of my depth right now.
“I’ll give you that chance later,” he murmurs in my ear and suddenly I’m afraid to actually talk.
“I… You don’t have to come for dinner,” I tell him, trying to pull away. He tightens his hold, not letting me escape.
“I wouldn’t miss it, Love Muffin. Now give Daddy a big kiss.”
“I… a what?” I ask, my voice coming out breathless and full of one emotion.
Panic.
“A kiss. Now hurry, don’t make Daddy angry. I know how much you like being punished, but Daddy is running out of time,” he says pulling my body so close to his that I can’t move and all I can breathe is the scent of his aftershave.
“But… people are watching,” I remind him.
I can’t kiss him. I can’t!
If I kiss Brody Miner, I will forever be lost down this rabbit hole. It just can’t happen. It can’t…
The next thing I know Brody’s lips are on mine. They’re softer than I imagined, they’re full and they taste like hot, sweaty, sex. Our tongues clash and I relax against his body now. I feel his hand in my hair and one on my ass. I groan as he plunders my mouth the sound lost, but still vibrating through both of us.
He pulls away first and he holds me while I try and steady my weak legs.
“I knew you were going to be trouble,” he says, his face so intent I feel like my breath is frozen in my chest. Then, he leans down and kisses my forehead and leaves, making me wonder what he’s thinking as he walks away.
Chapter Five
Brody
“Give Daddy a kiss,” I say with a grin. I’m leaning against the doorframe when Tabitha opens the door.
I don’t know what I expected as her response, but it wasn’t her pushing me away from the door and stepping outside with me. She pulls the door closed and then puts her hands on her hips.
“This has been embarrassing enough, I don’t need you here making fun of me.”
“Whoa, who said that’s what I was doing?” I ask, going on the defensive.
“Gee, I don’t know daddy. Why are you here? How did you even know where I lived?”
“It was in your file at work.”
“You had H.R. pull my file?”
“Well I had to, didn’t I? It’s very bad form, by the way, not to tell your boyfriend where you live.”
“Will you stop! You might find this very entertaining, but it’s really not. And you’ve made it worse!”
“How did I make it worse?”
“I’ve been trying to tell my sister that we’re not dating and she won’t believe me!” she huffs. “And it’s all your fault!”
“My fault?” I ask, wondering why the fact she’s mad at me is turning me on.
“You went along with everything and now she won’t believe me when I try to tell her the truth!”
“Wait. Are you saying you’re mad at me because I lied to cover up your lie, so you wouldn’t get in trouble?”
“You had no right,” she mumbles, but she looks down avoiding my eyes.
“Then, I’ll go in and admit that you lied and I was just covering for you.”
