Izzy took some time on her day off to review her fall school schedule, update her Snapgram, and wash the laundry. She blasted her playlist while she texted her friends and organized her room. It was five, and shortly she’d head downstairs to start on a new Chicken Marsala recipe she found for Reed. She absolutely loved cooking for him.
Her phone rang. Reed. Her tummy flipped. She set down the shorts she’d been folding.
Reed.“Daddy?”
“Excuse me? This is your boss.” His voice was gruff. He was playing.
Her heartbeat kicked up. “Oh, sorry, sir.”
“I need to see you in my office for some dictation.” He disconnected the line.
Her mouth went dry. Her fantasy. He remembered.
She silenced the music on her phone and raced to her closet. She stripped down to nothing, leaving the clothes wherev
