Daddy's Little Pet | 18+

|The Date Request|

RENEE

"Will you be free tonight?"

The makeup brush in my hand froze as I stared at Robert through the bedside mirror.

He was standing right behind me, dressing. It felt nostalgic that we were so close, preparing like a couple. It looked like we did this every day, and a wave of Deja vú went through me as I recalled that I did this with Dylan.

We prepared every morning and...

"Renee?" He called out again, this time leaning closer and placing a kiss on my naked shoulder. His lips made me shiver slightly.

"I... What did you ask?" I asked, dumbfounded and lost in my thoughts.

"I asked if you'd be free tonight. I want to see you."

A blush crept up my cheeks, and my heart leaped as I realized he wanted to see me. Frankly speaking, I wanted to see him too.

Recalling our sexcapades—last night, this morning's oral sex, and then the hot fucking in the bathroom—my sore thighs clenched while I blushed uncontrollably.

If not for me telling Nicole I was going to see her this morning, Lord knows I'd love to stay with him. But he has a business meeting to attend too.

Meeting his gaze in the mirror, I was tempted to ask him more about himself, but I reminded myself that this was just a small fling, and once I left for Orlando, he might forget all about me, or worse...

"Robert... I... I don't know." I muttered honestly.

His lips curved into a knowing smile, and I wondered what was going on in his mind.

"Calling me Robert feels weird. I find myself wanting you to call me Daddy, even when we're not fucking."

"Rob—" I drawled, dropping the brush as I whirled the seat around to face him.

Clutching the towel wrapped around my body tightly, I pouted my lips. Thinking briefly about what he'd asked me, I tried to find the courage to answer him. But the question caught me off guard.

"You're asking if I'll be free tonight. Will you be, though? What's your schedule?"

He shrugged. "I don't work on Saturdays. I have an important meeting with a colleague, but I'm usually here all day. It's the weekend already, lest you've forgotten, and considering what we both did last night, we need to catch up on sleep." He gave me a wink and added, "Besides, there's one thing we can always look forward to during weekends."

My heart skipped a beat as I realized what he meant, but I tried to play it cool. "Oh yeah? And what would that be?"

He leaned down and whispered against my ear, his voice breathless and inches away from my face. "Sex."

Before I could react, the doorbell rang through the whole suite, and I raised my brows in confusion, wondering who it was at this time.

"Your clothes are probably here." He said, noticing the look on my face.

"What clothes?" I asked, glancing at my dry swimwear spread on the bed, then back at him, but he was already striding from me to the door.

I stood up, taking a step to check what was going on. He attended to whoever was at the door, and turning to face me, I saw various designer-label bags of clothes in his hands.

"What is that?"

"I ordered you some clothes." The amusement in his voice riled me.

"Wait, what? Did you get me clothes? Why? Is this some kind of payment for what happened last night? What do you—" I blurted out, infuriated.