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Damn.
“I’m so sorry. I left all of that stuff up in my locker at the entrance to Runway.”
The guy looked annoyed, and she was worried he was going to make her go up and retrieve her purse when he changed gears.
Picking up an iPad from the table next to the door, he asked, “Name?”
“Presley Ashford.”
He punched in her name and then asked. “And whose account are you linked with?”
“Caleb Edison. In fact, he is already inside. I’m coming to meet him.”
A few more keystrokes and he agreed. “Yep, he checked in alright. Normally, I’d make you go up and get your ID, but if you’ll wait here, I’ll see if I can find your Dom and let him vouch for your identity.”
The door slammed too fast for her to stop him. She’d rather trek back upstairs to get her purse than have him find Caleb. She’d been counting on the element of surprise. To see if she could gauge how angry he was and… like it or not, there was a small sliver of her that was terrified that he might have met someone else, having gotten fed up with her broken rules.
She didn’t have time to worry about it for long because less than a minute later the door flew open, and she stood face to face with her Daddy. Just the sight of him made her heart do little flips in her chest.
“Well, if it isn’t my naughty little girl. I thought I told you to get that butt of yours home and in bed.”
She hadn’t planned it, but his stern tone and words combined with that sexy, dominant glare of his to make her burst out into tears.
“Daddy…” she cried.
Her heart lurched. Why wasn’t he reaching out for her?
CHAPTER THREE
CALEB
The two sides of Caleb’s brain were at war. The Dom in him wanted to pull his naughty girl by her hand into the dungeon and start wailing on her cute little bottom until she begged for mercy.
The boyfriend half of him who had been out of town for two weeks and missing her like crazy couldn’t wait to hold her in his arms.
He tried to tell himself he wasn’t being weak when he reached out and yanked her into his embrace. He felt her trembling as he held her close. Presley was crying hard enough that she was hiccupping for breath against his chest.
So, my little girl knows how much trouble she’s in after all.
Caleb put his arm around her while turning to look around the room. He was grateful to see one of the small booths at the back of the bar area open and he beelined it in that direction. The out-of-the-way space would offer them a bit of privacy for the overdue conversation they were about to have.
When he got there, he pushed the table aside so he could sit first and then pulled Presley into his lap. She fell into his arms like a wet noodle, pulling at the front of his dress shirt as she cried.
After her tears slowed, he reached to grab a few cocktail napkins from the stack on the table and held it up to her nose and told her to “Blow for me.”
How the petite beauty in his arms could make such a loud honk was beyond him, but it was just one of the hundreds of little things he loved about her. Luckily, she couldn’t see his smile above her head.
When her tears had waned, he moved her long and messy dark hair aside, placing a finger under her chin, and raising her face up. Christ how he’d missed those big blue eyes. The streaking mascara down her cheeks was a bonus.
“How in the world did you find me here?” he asked.
“I was upstairs at Runway with the girls. I was missing you so much, so I went back to the locker to listen to messages. When I couldn’t reach you, I searched for your phone and realized you were in the building.”
“You didn’t tell Steph or the girls where you were going, did you?”
“Of course not! I would never do that,” she protested vehemently.
“Okay, well that seems to be the only thing you did tonight that followed the rules, isn’t it?”
