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“Which app?” I blurt out.
“Huh?”
“Which app are, um, you kids using now?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I think it’s the HEA one,” Lyla replies. “Well, I better get going so I can meet her at the shopping center during her lunch break. Thanks, Dad. See ya later.”
“Yeah, see ya,” I reply absently.
As soon as she walks out of my office door, I’m on my feet, pulling out my phone from my jeans pocket, downloading and setting up an account for HEA as I walk down to the bar. Happily ever after? That’s exactly what Holly was looking for, wasn’t it? Maybe she’ll even find someone on there who can give her that. Maybe even the guy she’s having dinner with tonight.
It takes me half an hour and three bottles of beer before I finally find her profile picture. The selfie of her smiling may only show her head and a little below her shoulders, but I can tell she’s wearing that damn leather corset, the black fabric pressing her breasts up, giving her the kind of cleavage that would stop any straight man in his tracks.
Then I read her profile.
It mentions that she’s an outgoing preschool teacher who loves kids and romantic sunset walks on the beach. All of that makes my chest ache, but it’s the last line that spears a knife through my guts.
I’m a good girl who likes to be spanked when I misbehave.
What the fuck is she thinking?
Spanked.
She actually wrote out the word right there in her goddamn profile.
A whistle sounds from behind me. Before I can glance around to see who it is, Hank’s gruff voice says, “That sexy girl has got some serious daddy issues.”
I slam the screen of my phone down on the bar when I realize he’s seen and read it all from over my shoulder. I didn’t even hear him approach. A woman will distract you every time; no man is immune to it.
Then I consider his comment.
Daddy issues?
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Shrugging, he climbs up on the stool beside me and reaches over the bar to grab a bottle of beer. He then uses his teeth to pop the top. “She likes to be spanked and is begging for a hookup with that pic.” He takes a long swig. “I bet she didn’t get enough attention or discipline growing up. Simple psychology.”
I hate that I want to give her both, as much attention and discipline as she can handle.
Then it hits me that I’m not the one she posted that shit for.
“You think she’s just trying to get fucked?”
“Nah, I don’t think she’s trying. I think she’s probably succeeding.”
No.
Hell no.
I am not gonna sit here tonight and get drunk while Holly is out…
Fuck all that.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Holly
Itake a head-to-toe selfie of myself in the full-length mirror, wearing my new, short, snug, black strapless dress, my makeup and hair finally done, and send it to Lyla.
