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Maybe he was going to get a present for Hedda?
He walked closer to her and bent down a little so they were eye level. “Give me your phone, Little one.”
She found herself digging out her phone and handing it over to him before she even realized what she was doing. Maybe it was because she was sick and didn't feel right that she followed what he said. That was the only logical explanation.
His voice was commanding but she didn't think it was that. It couldn't be, she told herself.
He handed her phone back to her. “I added my phone number into your phone and texted myself. If you need anything, you text me.”
She nodded her head but just like Hedda, she knew she wasn't going to text him. She didn't need him to take care of her.
“Do you understand?” he asked.
She nodded her head again but he didn't seem satisfied.
“Words, Little one. I like words,” he growled out.
Her eyes went wide as she stared at him.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
She didn't know why she added the sir in there but she did, and a look of approval flashed across his face. Did he like it when she called him sir? Or was it because she spoke the words?
“I mean it. Text me if you need anything and I mean anything. You need medicine, I'll get it for you. If you need food, I'll get it for you,” he said. “If I find out you didn’t text me when you needed something, there will be consequences.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
She didn't know what else to say at this moment. What else was there to say? How was she supposed to respond to him punishing her? Her mind couldn't really wrap around the idea of him giving her a punishment.
“I'm going to go now but don't hesitate to text me,” he said.
Before she could say anything, he stood up straight and walked out of the bookstore. Did that really just happen? Her brain was slowly comprehending everything that had just occurred.
Part of her was scared because he’d said he would punish her. She didn't know him and that worried her. But another part of her was turned on. It made her feel wanted and like somebody cared.
She’d had a lot of people that cared about her in her life, but this was different. This was from a man who she thought was intimidating and rough around the edges. He seemed like a person who’d beat the crap out of someone for saying something wrong.
He made hercravesomeone to take care of her. His worry about her made her want somebody to demand she stop working, go home with them, and let them take care of her.
Storm was pretty sure if he had done all that, she would have gone without an argument. It sounded blissful to have that done, but it wasn't going to happen.
Shaking her head at herself, she got back to work.
CHAPTER FOUR
MILES
Worry filled Miles when he didn't hear from Storm. She had looked pretty sick yesterday when Hedda and he had visited the bookstore. With her pale skin and red rimmed eyes, she had looked utterly miserable.
He didn't like that she didn't have anybody to take care of her while she was sick. Was she okay? Was she too prideful to ask for help?
Picking up his phone, he sent a text to Hedda.
Have you heard from Storm? -Miles
She normally answered pretty quickly, but if she was reading a book it could take hours for her to respond.
No. I haven't. She's probably gotten better. - Hedda
