The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (i love reading txt) 📗

buzzes against my arm; I fumble it out of my jacket.

It’s a text from Maude. Do you need evac?

That makes me chuckle, despite the grimness of the mess in front of me. It’s under control, I text her back. Lucy deserves a bonus. 500 on my account.

My phone pings as the cleaner finishes. Done, but it should be that big-headed prick paying.

I’ll expense it to him, don’t worry.

Enjoy the rest of your night, reprobate.

You, too, battle-axe.

Emily and Daisy return with a red-eyed but much fresher-smelling Ms. Spaghetti. I ask the girl if she needs a ride but she shakes her head.

“I came in on the train with friends. They’re at the bar, I think. I kind of lost track of them.”

Bridge and tunnel. Figures. “You sure you’re okay to get home?”

She nods tearfully, glancing at Rick, who doesn’t say a word.

“Okay, if you need anything, ask Lucy here.”

The well-trained sub bounces up beside me at the mention of her name. “Absolutely, honey, anything you need. You want to lie down for a minute? I can show you to a room.”

With a last glance at Rick, Ms. Spaghetti nods and lets Lucy lead her away.

I put my arm around Emily and draw her in so I don’t have to yell over the music. “You ready to call it a night?”

She nods and goes up on her toes so she can speak into my ear. “Daisy wants us to go back to Rick’s place for drinks.”

Three horny tops and my baby doll? We wouldn’t be having drinks; we’d be having Emily. She’s a good girl for giving me the head’s up. I might forgive her for buttoning up her shirt for that. I nuzzle her temple. “You want to go?”

She gives me an almost imperceptible head-shake.

Right answer. I give her a squeeze and lift my head from her sweet-smelling hair.

“Manny’s waiting outside with the car,” I say to Rick and Daisy. “Let’s go.”

A muscle in Rick’s jaw jumps. “Daisy wants to see the midnight show.”

Tough. He’s exhausted his welcome at my club, and my patience. “Another time. I think we’ve all had enough fun for one night, right?”

I direct my words more at Daisy than Rick. She takes the unsubtle hint, links elbows with Emily and sets off toward the exit. I move with them to keep my hold on Emily, leaving Rick no choice but to trail along behind us, throwing his jacket over his bare chest.

As we pass the bar, I lift a hand to Thomas to thank him for his assistance. He waves back and winks at Emily. She’s charmed him, too. I rub my hand up and down her back, feeling her softness through her damp shirt. Despite the mess, I’m not sorry we’re cutting the evening short. Fucking on the dance floor seemed like a good idea at the time, but it would have been brief and probably not very satisfying for Emily. I’m ready to find out how many orgasms I can bang out of her, and for that I’d like privacy and a bed.

Maude’s off the desk, possibly preparing for her session with Rachel. I give her replacement the password while he signs out my guests. As we exit to the street, Emily snuggles up to my side. “Your club’s awesome, sir. Did I make a good impression?”

Is she still worried about this being an extended audition? I stroke her back. “You did, baby doll. Very, very good.”

She beams up at me. “I hope you’ll bring me again, sir.”

“Any time you want,” I say sincerely. I’ll bring her back in a heartbeat; much faster than I’ll be inviting Rick back.

* * *

In the car, we resume our former seating, with Daisy, Emily and me on one side and Rick on the other. The reason has changed, though: none of us want to get too close to Rick. Despite Lucy’s efforts, he still has a definite odor clinging to him.

Once we get underway, Rick shakes off his ill-humor and reverts to type. He’s a funny bastard when he wants to be, and is in his element as he tells us a dirty story involving a French cafe, a nun and a fifteen-inch cucumber that has us all laughing.

But his mood descends again when I decline Daisy’s drinks offer.

“C’mon, man. Don’t kill the night twice.”

I shake my head firmly. I’m not putting Emily in any position where she might be on Rick or Daisy’s menu. Rick looks like he’s going to argue, then throws up his hands and unbuckles his seat belt. I clamp my tongue between my teeth to avoid saying something I’ll regret when it comes time to send him my bill. Which may include dry cleaning, because the scent of regurgitated spaghetti lingers even after he climbs out of the car.

Daisy unstraps herself with a snap of the belt, and leans across Emily to wink at me. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, Big Daddy.” Then she kisses Emily on each cheek before she climbs out after Rick.

Emily waves after her.

“It’s ‘knickers in a twist’,” I growl after her. “Pushy Yank.”

Emily giggles. I tap on the glass partition and Manny pulls the car away from the curb.

I gather Emily against me, as much as our respective seatbelts will allow. “Sorry about all that, baby doll.”

“It’s not a problem, sir. I was having a good time dancing.” She gives me one of her shy, sly smiles. “But I’m looking forward to going back to your place even more.”

“You definitely didn’t want to stop for drinks with Rick and Daisy?”

Emily’s smile twists ruefully. “Daisy’s nice, but she really wanted you to share me. That might have made things awkward.”

I nuzzle her temple. “Very. Have you ever been with a woman?”

“No. I was topped by a couple of women when I was with Matthew. Guest Meanie Night, he used to call it. But no sex.”

I chuckle at the name and she grins up at me.

“Did you like being topped by women?”

Emily nods. “I expected