20
SCARLETT
I cleared my throat, hoping that doing so would prepare me to call him by that name, and rubbed my palms over the silk skirt of my dress.
“Um, may I ask you something, Daddy?” Aiden jerked his head back when I said this, which didn’t make proceeding any easier.
Say something, please, don’t leave me sitting on this mini sofa like a dope. Please, Aiden, please answer the question and don’t humiliate me.
“Daddy?” he asked, his spine stiff and the languid luster of desire infusing his gaze.
“Is it okay if I call you that?” I ran my fingers up and down his arm. “Daddy?”
He stretched his shoulders back and nodded. “Go on. I’m all ears, princess.”
Game to try anything, I’d play this part. In this last chance for a wild fling, I might as well go all the way. No more Ms. Nice Sc
