Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
“What? Nooo, I don’t want a babysitter.”
“He’s not a babysitter. He’s a bodyguard. But I’ll get him to check that you’re eating and drinking and going potty.”
“Daddy! No!”
“It’s all right, he’s a Daddy too.”
“Wait a minute . . . I thought I wasn’t allowed to talk to other men. This guy is a man.”
“I was being unreasonable. Stone is a good guy. A very experienced Daddy Dom. I can breathe easier knowing he’s looking after you.”
“I’m glad you can breathe easier.”
He eyed her. “If you’d rather go to Callahan Security, you can. But I trust Stone to take care of you. And it means that I can work without worrying about you so much.”
She heaved a big sigh. “All right, Daddy. I’ll put up with having a babysitter. For you. How bad can it be?”
49
Bad.
So bad.
Because Stone was a giant pain in the ass.
He should have been called rock. Or wait, boulder. That was it. From now on, she was calling him Boulder.
“Time for a break, Greer,” he said as he walked into the kitchen after scouting the perimeter.
This was so over-the-top. This stalker wasn’t even a threat. And they had a fancy new security system so why did she need a babysitter?
“I’m just finishing something. Ten minutes.”
“That’s what you said fifteen minutes ago,” he pointed out. “It’s time for lunch then your nap. Do you need to pee?”
“Oh my God!” she groaned. She put one arm down on the kitchen table next to her laptop and placed her face on it. “This is not happening to me.”
“You always so . . . dramatic?”
Dramatic? Really?
She sat up and pointed at him. “Listen to me, Boulder. You are my bodyguard, not my nanny.”
He leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed over his chest. “Boulder? Really? My name is Stone.”
“Yes, but you’re a giant-sized pain in my ass so Boulder is more apt.”
He snorted, looking amused. “Well, this giant pain in your ass says go use the bathroom while I make some lunch. Then it’s naptime.”
“Again, not my nanny.”
“Would you like me to call Hack, sweetheart, and you can explain to him that you don’t want to take a nap?”
“Hack is busy.”
“I’m sure he’ll call back when he can. And then maybe I won’t be the one creating a pain in your ass.”
See? Infuriating.
She stomped off to the bathroom, muttering some not so flattering things about his male anatomy. After she finished in the bathroom, and she would never admit it but she’d been busting, she stomped her way back out to find a sandwich sitting by her laptop. And that her water bottle had been refilled.
Okay, that was kind of nice. Although she wished it hadn’t been her blow job water bottle.
“Nice water bottle,” he told her from where he sat across the table.
She bit back her reply. This wasn’t getting them anywhere.
“This must be a really boring job for you, huh?”
He shrugged his massive shoulders. “No action can be a good thing. Means that my charge is safe.”
“And I’m your charge?”
“Yep.” He grinned. “Although I feel that I’m not going to get a five-star review.”
“Sorry,” she muttered. “I’m feeling a bit frustrated by everything. And I think having you here is overkill. This guy has never indicated that he wants to hurt me.”
“But Hack isn’t willing to take that risk. And I get that, I’d be the same with my girl.”
“Hack said you’re a Daddy Dom. Oh, sorry. Is that rude to ask?”
“Not at all. And I am. I don’t have a Little at the moment, though.”
“Oh. You ever tried meeting someone online? Because I don’t recommend it.”
His gaze softened and they ate in silence. She took her plate up and put it in the dishwasher before stretching.
“I’m going to go back to work.”
“No, you’re not.”
“What?”
“Naptime for you.”
“I don’t nap every day.” She wanted to stomp her foot, but that seemed rather childish.
“Hack sent me a schedule to stick to.”
“He did not!” Although that did sound like something he would do. He was so fossy.
Stone brought up something on his phone and turned to show her.
Jesus.
There was a schedule.
“Crap on a stick.”
Stone snorted.
“Are you going to tell me a bedtime story and tuck me in too?”
“I can if you want.”
Was he serious? Eek. She rushed over and grabbed her phone then ran into her bedroom with it. She texted Brody first.
Greer:
Please, please, please find this stalker quickly.
Brody:
The babysitter driving you nuts?
Greer:
Between him and Hack I might be in jail for murder soon. Are you good for bail money?
Brody:
I got you.
Brody was the sweetest. She still found it hard to believe that he had the Fox as a Daddy. She’d try not to think about that too much. She sent a message to Hack next.
Greer:
Daddy, you gave Stone a schedule for me?
He took five minutes to answer.
Hack:
I did. And right now, according to the schedule, you’re meant to be napping, Little girl. Do we need to have a small chat when I get home?