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Peach sighed with relief. “Oh, right! Brunch! But… you made me breakfast this morning. Isn’t it a little early?”
“I’m building up quite the appetite when I’m around you,” said Isaac. “Besides, this place does the best buttermilk pancakes.”
Peach rubbed her tummy in anticipation. “It’s a date.”
“Good,” he said. “But before you go in, I want you to go change into your first pair of panties. The purple ones with the cherry. I want your pussy to be thinking about me while you eat.”
Peach wanted to say:My pussy’s always thinking about you, Daddy. But she didn’t, because she was a good girl.
Chapter Thirteen
ISAAC
Isaacfeltnervousasthey headed for the French brasserie. Not because he thought she wouldn’t like the restaurant. He knew she’d be into it. A fun and funky France-meets-Florida eatery, withfruits de merto die for.
No. The thing he hadn’t told her yet, the whole reason they were here, in fact, was because he’d arranged a surprise for her. The kind of surprise that she was going to hate at first. But hopefully, over the next half hour or so, the kind of surprise that would mean the world to her.
Isaac had invited her friends to lunch: Daisy and Kiera. They were the reason that Peach had been crying when he’d seen her in Dade-D Bar, the day he’d suggested they fake-marry one another. But the reason Peach had been crying was because she felt like her friends didn’t care about her anymore, and Isaac knew that was impossible. You didn’t meet a girl like Peach Trimble and go off her. In fact, the girl had a way of growing on you like an erection.
“I don’t even know what a brasserie is,” said Peach nervously, having returned from the public bathroom, where she’d changed into her cherry panties just as he’d asked. She told him the soft fabric tickled her pussy lips a bit, which was perfect. He wanted her to remember that her pussy belonged to him from now on.
“There’s something you should know before we get there,” he told her.
“Let me guess,” she replied. “We’re gonna have to leave Teddy outside?”
Hearing his name, Teddy looked up at Peach and whined.
“It’s okay, boy,” said Isaac to the dog. “You can stay with us. I got us a table outside. But you’re gonna have to sit on the other side of the table to me.”
He had to admit, the dog was cute. It made his eyes itch like hell but it had a ton of attitude, especially with that little topknot Peach had given him. He was starting to view the dog as an extension of Peach. You didn’t get one without the other. Teddy was part of Peach. And if he wanted to be close to her, he had to be close to the canine too. It was worth having his eyes itch like hell.
Unfortunately, Teddy couldn’t come into his house until he’d gotten rid of the cat. He’d probably smell the thing in an instant and start chasing it all over the house. Yesterday, he’d had to keep it shut downstairs so that Peach didn’t find it. He just didn’t want her getting the wrong impression about him. Thinking he was some kind of pet-loving Papa. He was worried, frankly, that she’d fall for him under false pretenses.
But… was she falling for him anyway?
And, more to the point… was he falling for her?
No. Surely not. It was way too soon for that. It was just lust. Nothing less, nothing more. And as soon as he’d married her, and as soon as they’d got the marriage annulled, they’d probably test out their feelings with a proper fuck, and they’d realize that was all it had been: a desire to have the un-have-able.
“Is that what you were going to tell me?” Peach asked impatiently. “That you got us a table outside?”
Isaac stopped staring at the dog and looked back at Peach. “No. It was something else. I wanted to tell you that we’re going to have company.”
“Company?” Peach looked over at the restaurant nervously. “Is it your Daddy friends?”
“No, actually,” Isaac replied. “It’s your Little friends.”
Peach took a step back. “Oh. No. That’s very kind of you but I can’t…”
“Sweetheart,” Isaac told her. “We’re getting married tomorrow. They’re your best friends. I’d never forgive myself if we didn’t at least invite them.”
“The invitations are ready?” Peach asked.
“They’re in my bag.”
“But what if they… what if they say no? What if they try to stop me? What if they don’t believe that we…?”
Isaac gripped her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “That’s a lot of what ifs, babygirl. Let’s go find out, shall we? And then we’ll take it from there?”
