Page 73 of Sip Of Pleasure


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“Actually, I was just thinking that I’d go do some work.”

“You have anything that needs to be done urgently?” he asked.

She opened her mouth to lie, then thought better of it. “No.”

“You had breakfast?”

“No. I can’t find anything to eat.”

He raised his eyebrows, but didn’t say anything about the full pantry of food behind her.

“Come here, baby.”

“Really, I think it would be better if I just went to my studio.”

“Baby girl, you don’t want me to have to come and get you,” he warned.

Crap. She had to walk past him to get out of the door, anyway. And she had the feeling that he wasn’t going to just let her go.

With a sigh, she stomped over to him. He grabbed her around the waist and drew her between his spread legs. Then he gently grasped her chin, tilting her face back.

“Headache?”

She sighed. Damn it. He knew her too well.

“Yes. And I’m feeling a bit, um, well, grouchy.”

His lips twitched. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Daddy!” She slapped her hand down lightly on his arm.

His face softened. “You’re tired, grouchy, and you have a headache. Too much stress and not enough sleep.”

None of it was a question, but she nodded in reply, anyway.

“I have the cure for all of that.”

“You do?” she asked.

“Yep. Daddy’s going to take charge today.”

Relief filled her. He always seemed to know exactly what she needed.

“I’m going to get you some painkillers and make you some breakfast. Is there anything you feel like?”

She sniffled. “There’s nothing, Daddy. I’m hungry, but I don’t want to eat anything. It all makes me feel yuck.”

“All right, precious girl. Daddy will sort it out. First, let’s get you settled on the sofa with a blanket and Scruffy Dog.”

Standing, he picked her up and carried her out to the sofa, setting her down on it. She was wearing a pair of loose pants and a huge black hoodie. He frowned at her outfit. “I’ll get you dressed in some fun clothes.”

She didn’t really feel like fun clothes, but she nodded. It wasn’t long until he returned, carrying a quilt, some clothes, and Scruffy Dog.

Dropping it all, he handed her Scruffy Dog before walking away again.

When he came back this time, he had a bottle of liquid painkiller and a small measuring cup.

He poured the painkiller into the cup and held it out to her.

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