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“It's warm! And I have a blanket scarf,” she says, pulling at the material around her neck.
“You need a coat.”
“A coat doesn't really go with this outfit, daddy.” She rolls her eyes, and mine snap to hers in response.
“Excuse me?”I am certainly no one's father, and the only time I've ever been called daddy has been when I've been inside a woman.
She interrupts my train of thoughts that were barreling toward visions of her riding my dick. “It's aCluelessreference?” She shakes her head. “Never mind. How much did it cost to get the cab to wait?” she whispers, as if the cab driver really gives a shit.
I turn my gaze to the driver, trying to will my dick down after hearing the word “Daddy” leave those plump crimson-colored lips of hers. “A lot.”
“Why Jackson Walsh, maybe you are a bit chivalrous after all.” She giggles. “Thank you.”
“Have you eaten?”
“No… but I have something at home.” She shrugs.
“Well, I'm hungry. I would have eaten if I wasn't out rescuing you.”
“I didn't ask you to come,” she bites back. “You took it upon yourself. You could have just told me what train I needed to take.”
“Before or after you were forced to ride some homeless man’s face?”
Despite the dark, I see her cheeks turn pink immediately, and I wonder if I've embarrassed her. She turns away from me, her eyes finding the window and watching the buildings pass with every street back toward Midtown.
“Hey, I was just worried,” I tell her as I find her hand. “Your parents and Tucker would kill me if something happened to you.”
“Well, thank you for coming,” she whispers. “I know you're very busy.” Her teeth find her bottom lip, and she grazes it before she bites down hard. It's like my world is momentarily turned upside down at the vision of her pearly whites sinking into her bottom lip.
My mouth goes dry and I feel my heart start to race.
What is happening to me? What the fuck?
“Don't sweat it,” I tell her. “How do you like New York so far?”
“We’re going to do this? Small talk?”
“I'm being polite.”
“You aren't, though.”
“What?”
“Polite. Small talk isn't really your thing.”
“Oh? And what is mything,Ava? Please enlighten me.”
“I don't know.” She shrugs. “All of your press releases and interviews you're always so terse… cold and clipped. Short answers. Cut, dry and no bullshit. I've been following you for a little while now.”
Following me?I feel a source of pride blooming in my chest that Ava may or may not look up to me in a way. But I hate that she thinks I'm this cold, ego-maniacal asshole.Even though I am. “Yes, in business, but this isn't a business meeting. You're my best friend’s little sister.”
“Is that why I've heard from you since I moved here?”
I sigh, the guilt washing over me. “Look, Ava, I hadn't seen you in years. I just figured you had everything under control. It's been a busy three months. I'm sorry I didn't have a welcome wagon prepared for your arrival.”
“Six.”
“What?”
