Page 3 of Amelia's Daddy

He gives me a crooked smile. “How long is your break? Can we talk somewhere?”

I glance over my shoulder. “Sure. We can step out back.” Why does he want to talk to me? I can’t believe he stayed behind after he finished eating.

I lead him to the back of the restaurant and out the door. It’s warm outside, but there’s shade from the side of the building.

“It took me a few minutes to be sure it was you when I saw you,” he says, looking up and down my body. “I’ve never seen you with your hair in a single ponytail. Nor have I seen you with pants and a blouse.”

He’s never seen me with a bra on either, but we can leave that part unspoken.

I glance down. “Yeah, they frown on the bar staff wearing frilly dresses that barely cover our butts and ruffled panties,” I joke.

He chuckles. “I guess so. So why did you stop coming to the club?”

I shrug and tuck my fingers into my back pockets to keep from fidgeting. The action stretches my blouse over my breasts, but it seems like it would be even more awkward to drop my hands now, so I just leave them.

I do notice that Noah’s gaze trails to my breasts for a moment before popping back up to my face. He lifts a brow, reminding me he asked me a question.

We’re not at the club, but his stance is very dominant even here. His feet are planted wider than necessary, his gaze penetrating. His hands come to his hips, and that furrowed brow… It feels like he’s accusing me of something naughty. He waits for me to speak.

I inhale deeply. “I felt like I needed a break.”

“From what exactly?”

I drop my head and drag my toe along the concrete. I’m wearing black skinny pants and black tennis shoes. I have to do a lot of walking, so I always wear comfortable shoes. “From…”I’m not sure what to say. I’m not even sure what the answer is myself. “I guess I was tired,” I mutter.

“Tired of what, Amelia?” His voice is kind but demanding. Somehow he’s making me tremble. If he had any idea how much I long to submit to him…

I lift my gaze, look him in the eyes, and say the first thing that comes to mind. “Bratting?”

He smiles and cocks his head to one side. “Isn’t that your signature move?”

I shrug. “I don’t think so. I think it’s just something I did for no apparent reason, and then people expected it of me.”

“I see. If you could start over and change that, do you know what your persona would look like?”

My breath hitches.

“Look at me, Amelia.”

I lift my gaze. It’s impossible not to obey him, and he makes my heart race. “It doesn’t matter,” I whisper. My fantasies are too farfetched. They’re from books. Fiction. Not something I could ever attain or live out. I’d never meet a Daddy who could fill my dreams.

Lacey did.

“It matters to me.”

I swallow and stare at him.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card. When he holds it out, I realize it’s a business card. “Call me.”

I slowly remove my hands from my back pockets and reach for the card with trembling fingers. “Call you?” Even his business card is fancy. White and glossy with embossed gold lettering. I finger the raised script.Noah Anthem.Realtor.

“Yep. I’d like to spend some time with you.”

I look at him. “Like a date?”

He smiles. “Yes, Amelia. A date. I want to know what’s in that pretty head of yours.”

He does? I’m not sure I’m capable of sharing what’s in my brain. It’s private and personal and way too embarrassing. I can’t keep from blushing.