Page 17 of Daddies' Captive


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“A fox?” she asked as he carried her down a passage and into his office. At least they’d come in the back way.

“Hmm. A female fox can sound like a person in distress.”

“Really?” She wiped at her tears, trying to hide her face. She didn’t need to scare the poor guy half to death.

“Yes, they let out a similar sort of cry when they want to mate.”

She gaped up at him. “You are kidding me?”

“I assure you, I am not.” He set her down on the sofa before sitting on the old coffee table in front of her. He grabbed the box of tissues from next to him.

“Thanks,” she muttered, taking a few tissues.

He watched her as she cleaned herself up, which was kind of embarrassing. When she was finished, she glanced around for a garbage bin.

“What are you looking for?”

“Um, somewhere to throw my tissues.”

He held out his hand. She looked down at it, wondering what he wanted. A high-five. Weird, but okay.

She slapped her hand down on his.

“What was that?”

“A high-five. That’s what you wanted, right?”

“I want the tissues.”

“Why would you want the tissues? They’re used.”

“To throw them in the bin.”

Dear Lord. There was no hope for her. None at all.

“I can throw them in the garbage.”

“Effie.”

It was all he said.

It was enough. After all, she’d just given him an unwanted high-five. If it hadn’t been for falling over on stage while wearing next to nothing, this would be the most embarrassing thing to happen to her.

“It’s all right, I’ll just hold on to them.”

“Effie. Give me the tissues.”

She handed them over. There was no denying him when he used that tone.

And that tone was bossy and hot.

She was a total goner.

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“Where are your gloves?” Grady asked with a frown as he took the tissues, throwing them into a bin that she hadn’t seen from her angle.

“I don’t know. I couldn’t find them before I left the house.”

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