AllFreeNovel
Share Us
That was both thoughtful and terrifying.
Because she would love something . . . but how on earth would she choose? This place was like a giant candy store.
“Hey, this is meant to be fun,” he said soothingly. “Not something that stresses you out. If you want, we can leave and go find that epic donut store instead.”
That would certainly be simpler. But he’d gone to all this effort and she was curious.
“I want to have a look,” she whispered. She might never get a chance to come back here. Not if the membership cost money, anyway.
They started in the clothing area. She was wearing black yoga pants and an oversized navy-blue sweater. They had been the easiest things to get on. Her hair was a bit of a mess since it had been too hard to do this morning. And she hadn’t wanted to ask Hack for help.
Although as she caught sight of herself in the mirror, she realized she probably should have. Compared to Bonnie, she was a total mess.
“What do you mean, you’re a mess?” Hack demanded, coming up beside her.
She groaned. “I said that out loud?”
“Yes, and you’re not a mess. You’re beautiful.”
“My hair looks like a rat’s nest.” All of these clothes were so cute and colorful. She wished she felt carefree enough to wear things like this.
“I think your hair is cute.”
He was nuts.
She ran her gaze over all the colorful headbands. They were so pretty with bits of lace and ribbon and oh, there were even animal headbands and dress-up costumes.
“Hello, ma’am, Butler Bob at your service, how may I be of help?”
She glanced over to find Hack had a top hat on and was holding a monocle up to his right eye.
“Butler Bob?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He swept into a curtsy, which made her giggle.
“That’s a terrible British accent.”
“How dare you.”
“And I think you’re meant to bow not curtsy.”
He sniffed. “Everyone is a critic.” He put the hat and monocle down. “I have an excellent British accent. Do you see something you like?”
“Not yet. You really don’t have to buy me anything.” He shouldn’t be spending money on her.
He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t believe it’s a choice.”
“What?”
“If you earn yourself a treat, then you have to get it. It’s a rule.”
“It’s not a rule.”
“Let me consult my Daddy rule book.” He pretended to look up something on his phone. “Yep, it’s definitely a rule.”
“Let me see.” She grabbed at his arm.
“Oh no. Only Daddies are allowed to look at the Daddy rule book. Come along, we have to get you a treat. Unless you want me to be thrown out of the League of Exemplary Daddies.”
