Chapter 73
Q uaid walked into the bedroom carrying a tray.
He didn’t think he’d ever taken a tray of food to someone in his life.
There was a first time for everything. He’d made sandwiches, which was the extent of his cooking ability. He’d also made her a new hot chocolate and grabbed her mail from Slade’s office.
Slade had messaged to say he was on his way home so they wouldn’t be alone for much longer. Not that he truly minded. He liked having her to himself, but he also enjoyed sharing her with his best friends.
He wasn’t sure how the world would view their relationship and frankly he didn’t give a fuck. And he’d take out anyone who insulted his girl.
At least Billy was taken care of. And Roger St. Clare was having quite the cash flow problem since his arrest.
His reputation was in the tank.
Perfect. He’d slowly work on destroying him. There was no rush and he really did enjoy his work.
“Yummy,” Indie said, sitting up and clapping her hands .
If she was feeling any discomfort from being spanked and plugged earlier she wasn’t showing it.
He set the tray down on the bed and sat next to her. She immediately reached for the hot chocolate, but he lightly tapped her hand away.
“Sandwich first.”
“But there’s whipped cream. I love whipped cream.”
“I had no idea,” he said dryly. Her love of whipped cream was a well-known thing. “But you’re eating something first.” He picked up the sandwich and held it to her mouth, shooting her a stern look as she balked.
“So bossy,” she grumbled.
“When it comes to you, yes, I am. You haven’t been eating or sleeping properly and that stops right now, young lady.”
She poked her tongue out at him and Quaid narrowed his gaze. “Do you need another spanking?”
“No!” she cried.
Secretly, he was loving the fact that she was feeling so playful and sassy. It meant he’d done a good job of making her feel safe and relaxed.
“Hmm, we’ll see,” he said sternly. “I think you need to be more closely watched.”
“What? Noo. There’s already four of you watching me closely. What could you possibly miss?”
“Hopefully, nothing. Now, you can drink your hot chocolate.”
“Yummy.” She took a big gulp.
“Shit.” He took it from her.
“Hey, give that back.” She frowned at him.
“You didn’t check whether it was too hot!”
“It’s not,” she said.
“But you didn’t know that. You could have burned yourself.”
“Do you always check your hot drinks first?” she asked him.
“No. But I’m not a Little girl.”
He tested it and handed it back, suddenly aware that she was giving him a strange look .
“What is it?” he asked.
“Sometimes I think you’d make a really good Daddy, you know,” she told him.
“Would I?” he said. “Sometimes I think so too. But I’m happy being your sometimes-Daddy and all-the-time man and Sir.”
“All the time Sir?” she asked suspiciously. “Is that your way of telling me that you’re always going to be bossy?”
“Something like that.” Leaning over, he kissed her lightly. “I’ve got a letter for you.”
“A letter? How would I get any mail?” she asked. “There’s no one to send me anything.” She took the official looking envelope and ripped it open.
The piece of paper that she drew out made her tense and he went on alert. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“When . . . when did this arrive?”
“Last week,” he said. “Slade tried to talk to you about it.”
“Oh. Bollocks. I think he did. It’s a letter from Billy’s lawyer.”
“To you?” He took it, reading through it. “Well, shit. Billy left something to you?”
“I can’t believe it. Why? I thought everything he had would go to his family. He didn’t even like me.”
“I don’t know. But in the morning, we’ll call this lawyer and find out what’s going on.”
She chewed her lip and Quaid set everything onto the bedside table to draw her close. “I don’t want you worrying about this. Whatever is going on, I’m going to take care of it. I promise.”