Protective Daddy

  Demanding Daddy 1

  Bailey Rock

  Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  This is a work of art/fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events, or places is purely coincidental. Any persons appearing on the cover image for this book are models and do not have any connection to the contents of this story.

  All characters depicted in this work are unrelated consenting adults. This author assumes no responsibility for the use/misuse of this material.

  © 2019 Bailey Rock

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  Chapter 1

  Emily

  This is not how I thought that my life would go.

  By now, I’m supposed to be married, have at least two dogs, and be working. Traveling the world, maybe, or even owning my own company.

  Not struggling from dead-end job to dead-end job trying my best to pay for my sister’s medical bills.

  It’s not her fault that she was born sick and has had to deal with multiple surgeries.

  But it’s also not my fault that I’m the one struggling to pay her bills when I’m only 23.

  Both of our parents died when we were younger, and we made our way through the foster system. She aged out first and has always been there for me, until now.

  Until she can’t be.

  Angrily, I flip the newspaper to the last page, scanning the ads for a potential job. I’ve about nursed my coffee long enough and I’m sure that any moment now someone is going to come up to me and ask me to leave.

  One cup of coffee is just $1.16. I can afford that, since it means that I can hang out in the heated coffee shop for a while and read their newspapers.

  If only I could find a job while I was here, then all would be okay.

  “Can I get you anything?” The teenager standing next to me looks nervous, like he’s afraid to ask me to leave.

  “No, I was going to leave in a moment.” He nods and takes my empty coffee cup.

  Sighing, I fold up the newspaper, but at the last second, an ad on the back catches my eye.

  “Personal assistant,” I say softly to myself, running my finger down the ad. Starting salary of $50,000, full medical benefits, and a raise after six months.

  That’s it. There’s a phone number, but no information about who the person needing the assistant is, or who they work for.

  It’s weird, but so is my life.

  And at this point, I don’t have much to lose.

  My phone is ancient and sometimes drops calls, but I manage to get the number dialed. Someone picks up on the first ring.

  “Uh, hi, I was calling about the personal assistant job?” I realize that my hands are shaking, and I try to sound as confident as possible. “I was wondering where I can send my resume.”

  “We’re actually doing interviews this morning.” The man on other end of the phone sounds nice, but bored. “If you’re interested in coming by, you are more than welcome to stop in.”

  Already doing interviews. Just my luck. I tap my pen against the table and try to decide what to do.

  “Yes, I’d like to,” I say. He gives me the address and I scrawl it down on a corner of the paper. “And what do I need to bring with me?”

  “Just yourself.” He hangs up, leaving me feeling a little dumbfounded.

  I’ve never had a job interview where you just had to show up.

  Hell, I’ve never had a job interview that didn’t require not only your resume, but also permission to call your last employer.

  What did I just get myself into?

  Glancing up at the clock on the wall, I realize that I need to hurry. I have no idea how long interviews are going to last, but this address is a few blocks away.

  I rip off the piece of newspaper and throw on my coat before heading out the door.

  ***

  “I’m here to interview for the personal assistant job,” I tell the girl at the front desk. The building is huge, but the name out front doesn’t give me any information about what type of company it is.

  Rand Enterprises.

  I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of this place, but I have no idea what they do here.

  Or even who works here.

  The receptionist slowly looks me up and down, and I feel myself blush. My clothes aren’t the nicest, and they certainly don’t look anything like hers, but they’re all I could find at the second-hand store that fit.

  Paying medical bills doesn’t leave a lot of money for other things, like fashionable clothes.

  “You’re here for the audition?”

  Audition?

  “The interview, yes. Can you tell me where to go?”

  She smirks and points down the hall. “To your left, all the way down the hall. You won’t be able to miss the other girls.”

  Great.

  I turn and walk down the hall, trying to hurry without slipping. The floor is slick and shiny and my shoes don’t have a lot of tread left on them.

  Because I’m going slow, I have the chance to look around. Huge pieces of art hang on the wall, all in thick ornate frames.

  No wonder the receptionist looked at me like I was crazy. I probably look like something the cat dragged in.

  I’m almost to the end of the hall when I start to wonder whether or not she was right and if I’m going to miss the other girls. There’s no noise from this end of the building and all of the doors along the hall are closed.

  Except for the last one. I see that it’s open and my heart starts to beat a little faster, so I pick up the pace.

  Before entering the room, I make sure that I have a huge smile on my face, but it slides off as soon as I walk in.

  There have to be two dozen girls in here.

  No, not girls.

  Women.

  Gorgeous women.

  They’re all dressed to the nines in shiny dresses and miniskirts and have on impossibly high heels that make their calves look amazing.

  Pretty sure that my calves have never looked like that.

  As one, they all turn and look at me when I walk in, making me gulp.

  “Hey,” I whisper, the sound barely leaving my lips. One by one, they smirk and look back at their phones.

  What have I done?

  Just as I’m about to leave and pretend that this never happened, the door opposite me swings open and a man walks out.

  No, he’s not just a man.

  He’s basically what the god of sex would look like if he had come to life. He’s so gorgeous that, at first, I’m not sure if I’m even breathing.

  Even though he has on suit pants and a button-up shirt, I can see all of the muscles in his body twisting as he walks.

  This can’t be the owner of the company, right? Nobody looks this good in real life.

  He strides into the room, glancing around at all of the women, who have turned to him and look thrilled to even be in his presence.

  Hell, I’m thrilled, and I don’t even know who he is.

  I notice that he looks at them in turn, but his gaze quickly slides to the girl next to him.

  He’s bored.

  When his gaze lands on me, I freeze. I can feel myself starting to get hot, and I want to unzip my coat to cool off, but I don’t want him to think that I’m trying to do something. Trying to make him choose me.

  “You.”

  His voice is just what I would have imagined. It’s smooth and strong, and all of the women in the room practically swoon. I’d like to think that I didn’t, but there’s a low tugging in my stomach that tells me differently.

  Definitely swooning right now.

  “Come here.”

  I don’t move at first because I can’t believe that he’s actually talking to me, but he keeps his eyes locked on mine, so I take one small step, then another, once I realize that he’s serious.

  It’s probably a bad joke.

  “What’s your name?” I’m standing close enough to him now to smell his cologne and to see the sexy stubble that he didn’t shave off this morning.

  “I’m Emily. Turner. Emily Turner.”

  “Okay, Emily Turner. Come with me so we can get to know each other a little better.”

  Abruptly, he turns on his heel and walks back through the double doors. I hesitate and then follow him, my palms sweaty.

  I’m not sure what this man wants, or why he would pick me, but you better believe I’m going to go find out.

  Victor

  Wesley is seated in the corner of my office when I walk back in with Emily and he raises his eyebrows at me, but I just ignore him.

  If he’d had his say, he probably would have picked one of those bimbo women sitting out in the waiting room. That’s the last kind of woman I want around here all day long.

  They’re gorgeous, and they know it, and that never works out well in the end.

  I chose Emily because she looks like she can be molded to become what I want, and that’s infinitely more interesting for me.

  She trails behind me looking completely out of place, and I gesture to a chair across from my desk before walking around it and sitting down.

  I wonder how long she’ll last.

  She’s cute, in a really young way, but her clothes are atrocious. A smattering of freckles makes me think of spending time outside in the summer, and her hair would be pretty if it wasn’t pulled back into a ponytail.

  I think I can work with this.

  “So, you think that you can be my assistant,” I say.

  She doesn’t answer right away. She must be in shock.

  “Do you want the job or not?”

  This spurs her to action. “Oh, yes,” she nods her head. “I’m very interested in being your assistant, Mr….”

  “Rand.”

  “Mr. Rand.” She flushes, and I see that she had no idea who she was going to be working for. Probably didn’t know that she’d be working for the head of the company. This means that she has no idea how much money I’m worth.

  “I need someone who will handle all of my scheduling, go on coffee runs for me, and sit in on meetings. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, sir, I can, I was the secretary—”

  I cut her off with a wave. “No need to tell me what you have done. I want to know what you’re willing to do. I’ll be asking you to do more than just that, of course, as my needs change. Not everyone can hack this job, Emily, but before I hire you, I need to make sure that I’m not making a mistake.”

  She shakes her head hard, her ponytail flying. I imagine wrapping her hair around my hand and pulling it.

  “I can do whatever you need,” she says, which is exactly what I hoped to hear come from her.

  Her lips are so full and pouty. I can only imagine what they’ll look like when they’re wrapped around my cock.

  “Do you have kids?”

  She shoots a look at Wesley, and I can tell what she’s thinking. He’s not allowed to ask that, is he?

  “No. No kids.”

  “You ever tried to have kids?”

  Now she looks really confused and I’m worried for a moment that I’ve lost her. This is the part of the interview where some women walk out, but it’s important for me to know.

  “Never.”

  “Okay.” I turn to Wesley, who’s my right hand man and is now frowning hard. “Go on out to the other girls and let them know that they’re excused. I’d like a few more minutes alone with Emily.”

  He stands up, one eyebrow raised, but doesn’t complain.

  He never does. I refuse to keep people on payroll who complain when I tell them what to do.

  That’s why I’ve been through so many personal assistants recently. Not everyone can hack the job, and I don’t want to deal with someone who isn’t willing to put in the work.

  “Take off your coat and turn around for me.”

  Emily looks surprised, but to my pleasure she stands and slowly unzips her coat. God, it really is an old thing. Hard to believe that anyone would willingly wear it, but I think that she probably has a sweet little body hidden underneath.

  I’m right.

  Her jeans fit snugly to her hips and her ass, and when she turns around to give me the full view, I feel my cock twitch in my pants.

  She’ll do nicely.

  “Do you have better clothes?” I can’t have her in my office looking like that. She doesn’t need to dress like a whore, but she can’t look like she crawled in off of the street every morning.

  “No, Mr. Rand, I—”

  “You need better clothes. When you leave here, I want you to talk to Wesley. He’ll take you shopping and buy you some things. He’s also the one who will fill out all of your paperwork for you so that you can get paid. You have any questions?”

  “Just one.” She looks nervous and bites her lower lip.

  That is a habit we’re going to have to break if she’s going to survive around here.

  “What is it? I’m reasonable, Emily, so ask away.”

  “I was wondering…well, I heard that some companies let their employees put family members on their insurance. Is that something that is offered here?”

  She’s married. Or has a kid she lied about. Shit.

  “What family member are you talking about?”

  She looks relieved that I didn’t immediately shoot her down.

  “My sister, Mr. Rand. She’s sick and I’ve been doing everything I can to pay for her medical bills. Hence the clothes. And the no car.”

  “You don’t have a car?”

  She shakes her head slowly.

  “We don’t add family members to insurance policies at Rand Enterprises.” Her face falls a little, and I have an idea. “But I’m sure that you and I can work out another way to make sure that your sister gets the treatment she needs without all of the bills, okay?”

  “Thank you. I really appreciate that. What do you—”

  “I’ll think about it.” I stand up and walk around my desk. “But now, go with Wesley. Tomorrow morning when you come back in, we can talk about how we can work together to take care of your sister.”

  “I appreciate it, Mr. Rand. I promise I won’t let you down.” She looks so eager and reaches out to give me a handshake.

  I shake her hand, holding it a second longer than she probably expects, but she doesn’t pull away.

  Good.

  “I’m sure you won’t, Emily.” She leaves and I watch her walk away with Wesley.

  She’s perfect.

  Chapter 2

  Emily

  I’ve been waiting for Mr. Rand to call me into his office for half an hour now, and even though I’m sitting, my feet are killing me. I have no idea how those blonde bimbos yesterday wore high heels. I managed to talk Wesley out of buying 6” heels, but even these 3” heels are painful.

  Reaching down, I massage my calf, letting out a slight moan as I do.

  God, that feels better.

  When I sit back up, I realize that I’m staring at a crotch.

  Not just any crotch, but Mr. Rand’s crotch.

  He was standing there the whole time I rubbed my calf and moaned, and now he can probably see right down my blouse. I’d buttoned it all the way up this morning before I left my apartment, but it stills shows off a lot of cleavage.

  “Good morning, Mr. Rand,” I say, standing up quickly.

  Now, though, we’re practically pressed up next to each other. I can feel the heat radiating off of his body and I step to the side to get out of the way. “Sorry about that,” I murmur.

  “Emily. Glad you’re here. I have a lot to do today, so unless you’re going to continue to rub yourself and moan, we should probably just get started.”

  And now I want to die.

  “I’m done,” I whisper, clasping my hands in front of me. The skirt I have on reaches down to my knees and my blouse is long-sleeved, but the way he looks at me makes me feel completely naked.

  “That was fast. You always finish that quickly?”

  I jerk my head up to look at him and I’m a little relieved to see that he has a smirk on his gorgeous face.

  “Only when it feels really good, sir,” I say, feeling brave.

  He nods, but doesn’t respond. Instead, he walks towards his office. I follow him, my heels clacking loudly on the floor.

  “Do you think that you can make less noise when you walk?” He stops in the doorway to his office and turns to me, allowing his gaze to slide slowly down my body to my heels.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever worn heels before. So, no.”

  “Take them off. I can’t have you clomping around here like a racehorse all day long.”

  For a moment I think that he’s joking, but he has his eyes locked on me and hasn’t moved, so I very slowly bend down and remove first one shoe, then the other. They dangle from my fingers when I stand back up.

  “Good. Now you can come into my office.”

  Wesley appears at my side and takes the shoes from me before dropping them into a bin by his desk. “You’re doing fine,” he whispers. “Just stay calm.”

  Stay calm. Okay. I feel like I’m following a starving lion into his den, so I’m not sure how I’m going to keep calm about it, but I’ll do my best.

  Victor is already behind his desk when I walk in and shut the door.

  “Come here, Emily,” he says, pointing to a spot by his desk. I think that we have some things to talk about after yesterday. Regarding your sister.”

 

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