“Because I know I made horrible decisions that could have gotten me into trouble, and also, I was a boy.I know what boys your age are thinking.”
I roll my eyes.“They aren’t boys.They’re men, you know.”I don’t even believe that myself.They are boys.The onlymanI’m interested in is Myles.And that’s never going to happen.
I stand and pick up my dishes to take them to the dishwasher.“We’re going to revisit the topic of my birthday again,” I tell him.
“My answer won’t change.You’ll be wasting your breath.”
I put my plate, fork, and glass in the dishwasher and turn back to him, fuming.“What do you expect me to do?Sit around and watch eighties reruns with you on the most important night of my life?”
He chuckles.“If that’s what you want.I was thinking I could take you out to dinner, but if you prefer eighties reruns…”
I hesitate.“You’re going to take me out to dinner?”
“Of course.It’s your birthday.I’m not an ogre.I’ll even let you order a drink.What I won’t let you do is get shitfaced with your friends and make bad choices that could ruin your life.”
I cringe.“Trust me, I’m never drinking like that ever again.”Just the thought of alcohol makes bile rise in my throat.
Myles laughs.“Oh, sweetheart, that’s what they all say the morning after their first binge.”
“You’re really going to take me out?”I’m kind of liking this idea.I’d rather go on an adult date with Myles than go out with my friends any day of the week.The only problem is that I had planned on going to Edge on my birthday.I’ve never been there.
I’ve heard there’s no way in hell to get in with a fake ID, so I didn’t try.I researched the club enough to know that it has three floors.The first floor is a regular dance club.The second floor is a members-only kink club.I’m not a member, and I couldn’t afford the dues on my allowance, but my roommate Kelsey knows a guy with a membership.And he said he would get us in.
I’m not going to let go of that possibility yet.Maybe I can sweet-talk Myles into letting me go out after dinner.Or maybe I’ll be forced to give him the slip and sneak out later that night.
Myles is a member of Edge.So is my dad.But, obviously, my dad won’t be there that night, and I’m betting Myles has no intention of going out while he’s holding me hostage.
I’m going to hold out hope that I can make it happen and be an angel between now and then.
“Yes, Madison.I will take you out to dinner for your birthday.”
I offer Myles a smile.“I’d like that.Thank you.Can we go pick up some of my things now?”
“Why the hurry?”He gives me a crooked grin.
I blow out a breath.“I suspect you know why, but fine, I’ll admit it.I’m sure my roommates are sleeping, and I’d rather get in and out without having to talk to them.”
“You’re embarrassed to be seen with me?”he teases.
I cock out a hip and narrow my gaze.“Yes, old man.I’m embarrassed for my friends to find out that my Daddy has grounded me for the next month, and he’s going to supervise what I can pack.”
Miles grabs my chin and leans in close, steadying me.“That’s the third time you’ve called me Daddy.I’m sure you know I’m a Dominant, but I’m not a Daddy Dom, and I have no interest in beingyourDaddy or anyone else’s.If you continue to sass me, I may decide to give you the naughty schoolgirl spanking with a ruler you crave, but it would be a scene, Madison, not a lifestyle choice.I may be old enough to be your father, but I’mnotyour Daddy.Be careful what you ask for, sweetheart.You might bite off more than you can chew.”
Myles releases his hold on me and walks out of the room.
I can’t breathe.I think I might die.I’m hoping a hole opens in the floor and swallows me.
I grab onto the edge of the counter as memories of last night rush in.Myles picked me up from the bar last night and drove me home in his sports car.And I—the stupid idiot that I am—told him my fantasies.
Please, kill me now.
I lean against the island and slide to the floor, pulling my knees in and setting my forehead on them.What the fuck have I done?
And why would Myles insist on me staying here after he heard all of that coming from my lips last night?
I have more questions than answers, but I’m too mortified to utter a single one.
Chapter5