Chapter 18 Call Me Daddy Ch1
- It started with a stare.
- Not polite. Not casual. The kind that wrapped around her throat and made her nipples hard beneath her too-thin top.
- He sat at the bar like he owned the fucking place. Whiskey in hand. Thick forearms resting on the wood. A five-o’clock shadow that screamed sin. And eyes—sharp, gray, and fixated on her like she was prey.