Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
A half hour later, she rested her cheek on the cool plastic of the toilet seat. “Those drinks didn’t taste as good coming up,” she complained.
“Eat a couple of crackers. Let’s see if they’ll settle your stomach so you can go to bed,” Wyatt suggested, holding a saltine out to her.
Taking small nibbles, Lark ate it but shook her head when he handed her another. “Not tonight, Daddy. I’ll eat it in the morning. Can I brush my teeth?”
“That would be a good idea, Kitten.”
In ten minutes, he had stripped off her clothes and washed her face. Wyatt stood next to Lark with his hand around her waist as she brushed her teeth. When she finished in one second, he took the implement and finished the job for her.
“Better,” she murmured after rinsing her mouth.
“Bed, Little girl.”
Wyatt steered her into the bedroom and dropped a nightgown over her head before helping her under the covers. After tucking them around her neck, he leaned in to kiss her lips softly. “Sleep tight, Kitten.”
“Night, Daddy.”
“Lark, your phone is ringing. Did you forget an appointment?” Wyatt asked from the doorway.
“W-What?” Lark mumbled as her hand searched for the ear-shattering sound.
“Hello? Mr. Reynolds, I’m so sorry. I appear to have overslept. I can be there in a half hour,” she assured him before listening to his response.
“Oh, you don’t like the neighborhood and you want me to find other places for you to visit tomorrow? I can do that. Give me a couple of hours to log in and do some research.”
Wyatt walked to the windows next to the bed and opened the curtains to let the morning sun in.
Immediately Lark shielded her eyes and waved her hand to get his attention as she tried to pay attention to what the man on the phone wanted to tell her.
“Okay, you want to look at the least expensive house in the most exclusive neighborhoods of the city?” She shook her head vigorously at her Daddy and made herself dizzy. Pressing her fingers to her temple, she shot the meanest look she could muster at Wyatt as he proceeded to open the other window.
“Um. I’ll do my best, but houses at two hundred thousand don’t exist in multimillion dollar communities. There are specifications that houses have to meet to be built in those communities,” she tried to explain with a throbbing headache.
Rolling her eyes as she listened to her client once again, Lark wrapped up the conversation with, “I’m sure I’ll find a house for you in a great neighborhood.”
Disconnecting, she noticed she had five missed calls. She’d deal with those later. Tossing her phone to the bed, Lark glared at him. “Do you have to open the curtains this early?”
“Check the time,” he instructed.
Throwing a hand over her eyes, she muttered, “What is it? Nine?”
“Try half past noon.”
“What? Why didn’t you wake me?” she demanded.
“That is not the tone you want to take with your Daddy, Kitten,” Wyatt warned.
When she saw his eyes narrow, Lark immediately backpedaled. “Sorry, Daddy. My head hurts.”
“I wonder why. Take these,” he directed, holding out two tablets and a glass of brightly colored liquid she recognized as a sports drink.
Lark pushed herself up in bed and swallowed the pills, draining the glass. “I needed that. Thanks. Am I in trouble?”
“Definitely.”
Wyatt sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her seriously. “I’m sorry you had a tough day yesterday. Spending time with your friends is a great way to make things better. Drinking to excess isn’t.”
“It was dumb. That stuff was tricky. It didn’t taste like alcohol. Maybe I didn’t know,” she suggested.
“Don’t add lying to your offenses.”
“Sorry.”
“I won’t punish you while you have a headache—although you totally deserve it.”
“Thanks, Daddy.” Relief flooded her body.
“Go stand in the corner, Kitten.”
“In the corner,” she echoed, sure she’d misheard him.
“Put your nose on the paint. When your head feels better, tell me and I’ll spank you.”
“I don’t want a spanking,” she whispered.
“In the corner, Lark.”
Slowly, she turned and put her feet on the ground. Allowing him every opportunity to stop her, Lark stood and walked to the naughty corner. When she looked back at him, her Daddy pointed to his nose. With a deep exhale, Lark pressed her nose to the paint.
Silence filled the room. Is he going to stay there and watch me? The quiet seemed overwhelming, forcing her to replay last night’s events. Had she ever called her Daddy to tell him she was headed to Little Cakes? The number of missed calls flashed back into her mind. He must have been worried about her.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispered.
“I’m glad, Kitten. If Tarson hadn’t called me, I would have tracked your phone down. How’s your head?”
“I’m ready for my spanking,” she whispered.
“Come here, Kitten.”
“How many swats do I get?” she asked, walking slowly to his side.