Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“But I hate cleaning.”
“Strange career choice you made,” he said.
Oops.
“NM.”
“What does that mean? And you still haven’t told me what MGB means.”
She just smiled. “Needs Must and I’m taking that to my grave.”
He grunted. “Clean the blocks up or no going out.”
“You are such a strict Papa.”
But she tidied up the blocks and waited for him impatiently by the playroom door. She wasn’t supposed to leave unless she had permission.
She glanced down at her clothes. Papa had dressed her today in some stretchy pants lined with fleece that were a soft lemon color and a white top with a white hoodie.
It was okay.
But it wasn’t as good as what she would have chosen. He’d even put her hair in two pigtails and braided them. He’d told her he used to do the kids’ hair at the orphanage.
“Are you all right, Bunny?” he asked, walking over to her.
“Yep, let’s go!” She raced out of the room and down the hallway.
“Bunny, stop!”
She froze at the top of the stairs and glanced over her shoulder at him warily.
“You know better than to run off, especially down the stairs,” he scolded.
He took her hand and led her down them.
“But, Papa, you know it’s boring to walk all the time. I just want to slide down the banister. I thought you knew how to have fun.”
He paused and for a moment she thought she was about to get thrown over the banister and have her butt spanked.
Then he picked her up and holding her by the waist, he placed her butt on the banister and helped her slide down . . . while keeping hold of her the entire time.
Still, it was fun!
“Whee!” she cried. “Again! Again!”
He set her on her feet, and moved his arm across her waist, then bending her slightly he gave her several whacks on her ass.
“Ow! Hey! What was that for?” She stared up at him with a pout.
“For trying to manipulate Papa into giving you what you want.”
Well. Sheesh.
But at least she’d still gotten what she wanted. But she kept that tidbit to herself.
Alexei stared down at the squares she’d drawn on the concrete.
“What did you say this was called?”
She glanced over at him, her cheeks slightly flushed.
“Are you feeling all right?” he demanded.
“Yes, why?”
“You’re all flushed.”
“That’s because I’m dressed up like a polar explorer,” she complained, pulling at her clothes. “I’m going to overheat.”
Hmm, he might have gone a bit overboard. Moving to her, he removed her scarf and one coat.
“Thank you. Now, this is Hopscotch. And you get a pebble and throw it in a square like this. Then you hop in the other squares or jump in them and avoid that square.”
“How do you win?” he asked.
“Um, you don’t.”
Seemed pointless. When it was his turn, the stone landed perfectly in the square that was the furthest away.
As expected, he was acing this game.
But when it came time to hop and jump, then he struggled.
“The squares are too small,” he grumbled as she giggled.
“Poor Papa. Your feet are too big.”
“They match other things.” He winked at her.
“Papa!” she complained but she was smiling.
“Let’s do another game,” she said. “Let’s see who can stand on one foot the longest.”
“All right.” Seemed easy. And it was. He could stand there all day like this.
Eventually she started to wobble. “Noooo!”
She stood on two feet.
“You lose,” he told her.
“Not fair! You cheated!” She pouted up at him and stomped her foot.
Amusement filled him. Salem would already have her over his lap. Their girl wasn’t a good loser.
“How?”
“By having those tree trunk legs!”
“You knew I had them before you suggested we play.”
“I must have been standing on uneven ground.”
“Come on, time to go inside,” he told her.
She stomped into the house and let him undress her. Then she spun around.
“Last one to the playroom is a rotten egg.”
Oh no, she didn’t!
He thundered after her, plucking her off the third step. She stiffened, then relaxed with a cry as he put her over his shoulder.
“Papa! Nooo! Put me down!”
“I don’t think so. You’re in trouble!”
“You’re so mean!” she cried as they reached the top of the stairs. He gave her ass a heavy whack.
Roman stepped out of his room, giving them a curious look. As he turned into the playroom, she must have seen the other man.
“Rome! Save me!”
What was going on?
Roman had heard all the noise and come out to investigate. He hadn’t expected to see Tamsyn dangling over Alexei’s shoulder.
Although it could be argued that that happened a lot.
Curiosity pulled at him as he followed them to the door of the playroom.
Alexei set her down in the corner.
“Corner time. Face it.”
“But, why, Papa?”
Lord, she looked adorable. Her face was flushed red and there was a tremble to her lip. Was she truly upset? Should he intervene?
But he trusted Alexei to look after her.