“What the fuck was I g-going to do about my c-car tonight?I filed a report.It’s done.”
“How much have you had to drink, Madison?”
She shrugs.“Why do you c-care?”She hiccups and covers her mouth.
“Because you’re underage, Madison.It’s illegal.”
She smirks.“Whatever.Stop calling me that.I go by M-Maddie.Madison sounds so formal.”Her words are growing more slurred.
“Put your seatbelt on.”I need to rein in my ire before I end up jumping back out to spank some sense into this woman.I don’t think Hendrix intended for me to spank his daughter’s bare bottom when he asked me to pick her up.I’m equally certain he doesn’t know she was out drinking.
She reaches for the belt but can’t get ahold of it.It keeps slipping from her fingers.She even sways a bit in my direction before actually falling across the console.
“Whoa.”I steady her, righting her body before reaching all the way across her to pull the seatbelt into place.I hope she doesn’t fucking blow chunks in my car.
She giggles.“Thanks, Daddy.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I don’t like her tone or the implication.And she’s definitely drunk.Seeing me sobered her for a moment, but the alcohol is kicking in now.
I pull away from the curb.I know where she lives, but there’s no way I’m going to take her home and drop her off.She might suffocate on her own vomit in the night.She’s going to need clothes to change into, though, so I head toward her place first.
“How did you get into the bar, Madison?”
She groans.“Maddie.”
“Answer me.”I glance at her.I’m not fucking calling her Maddie.I have in the past, but Madison is the name I would use to reprimand her if she were mine, and shedefinitelyneeds reprimanding.
“Jesus, you’re such a p-party pooper.”She pouts, pushing her bottom lip out.“I have a fake ID.Sheesh.”
I come to a light.My voice rises.“A fake ID.What the fuck, Madison?Where the fuck did you get a fake ID?”I sound like I’m sixty.I’m sure every kid has one these days.Hell, they did when I was in school, too.I’m not sounding rational.
She starts giggling again.And she has full-blown hiccups now.“What are you, a hundred?”
“How long have you had a fake ID?”I ask.I’m curious how long I’ve been neglecting my duty to Hendrixandher.I’m a shit.I need to stop thinking about her as someone I’d like to dominate and start thinking about her as my best friend’s child who apparently needs an intervention.
“A while.”
I glance at her.“How long is a while, Madison?”
She shrugs.
I pull over to the side of the road and put the car in park.
She gasps.“What are y-y-you doing?”
“Look at me.”I want to see her eyes.
She rolls them and meets my gaze, sort of.She’s drunk.Drunker than I first thought.I bet she did a few shots right before I arrived.They’re catching up with her now.
“How long have you been using your fake ID to go to bars?”
She giggles.Another hiccup.“You should see your f-face.”She leans toward me and shocks the hell out of me when she sets her hand on my thigh.“The stern, hot Daddy look is sexy on you.”
I’m stunned as I glance down to watch her stroking up my leg.Her hand is small.Her nails are perfectly groomed.I think women call it a French manicure.
My cock is fucking hard, and when I realize that, I grab her wrist and yank her hand off my thigh.Jesus.I’m a mess.
“Did you know I’ve wanted you for years?”She tugs her hand free of mine and pulls at the neck of her see-through blouse—if you can call it that—as if she’s overheated.She fans her face.“I have these fantasies about you.”