Valentine's Daddy To Go: A Holiday Bad Boy Romance (The To Go Series Book 6)

by S. C. Adams

  Nellie looks up at me, clearly uncomfortable. Did I do something wrong? I thought she understood what was going on here. Maybe I wasn’t clear enough earlier.

  “It’s not that. They’re the right size, or I think they are. I haven’t – well, I haven’t tried any of them on yet.”

  My eyebrows go straight up. She hasn’t tried them on yet? I don’t get it. Usually ladies love sexy, flirty lingerie. When I buy it for them, they can’t wait to get it on to show me.

  I guess that’s just not Nellie’s thing. I’d like it to be, however. I mean, that’s a big part of the reason why she’s here with me tonight, and for the next three months, for that matter.

  I want to experience every inch of her body.

  Dinner and a viewing were planned for this evening. The meal will be great, but I wouldn’t mind if there was a lot more skin showing.

  I motion for her to have a seat, and the two of us look at one another, Nellie with some trepidation. I’m just going to lay everything out for her. That way, there will be zero confusion.

  I’m about to start talking, but then Brenda comes in with our dinner. She places two plates down before us. Tonight’s menu includes salmon drizzled in lemon sauce, and it smells heavenly. I take my knife and fork, cutting off a bite to taste.

  As I’m eating, Nellie is watching Brenda. She hasn’t touched her food or wine. In fact, she hasn’t even picked up her fork. She watches my housekeeper until she’s fully left the room before turning to me, looking me square in the eye.

  “What exactly does a plaything do?” she asks me, point blank. She’s leaning forward, her hands folded on the table. “I mean, I get that I wander around in lingerie, but are there other things you expect?” she says tightly. Nellie sits back in her chair, wrapping her arms around herself.

  I smile, glad that she finally asked. It makes explaining a whole lot easier. I am surprised it took her this long, though. The mystery had its own charm, but now, I want it all out in the open. It’s time to get rid of the gray areas.

  “What it means is a life of luxury for you, Nellie. You can do whatever you want around the house. I have books, movies, music, there’s an entertainment room in the basement, a piano, a pool, and a tennis court. Basically, if you really want to be able to do something on the estate, you can. And, if it’s not already here, I can get it for you. You will want for nothing.”

  I can see Nellie nodding. It looks like she’s into the idea, so I continue.

  “There are really only two rules.” Her face perks up at the mention of rules. “You’re only allowed to wander around the grounds in lingerie. And secondly, you must be available to me 24/7.”

  She’s staring at me, very little emotion on her face.

  “That’s the part I want to know about.” Her brow furrows as she shifts in her seat. “What does that mean, ‘available to you’? Am I your maid or something? I don’t understand.”

  I grin even more.

  “What it means is I like to toy with my plaything. Have fun. We’ll play together.”

  Nellie takes a deep breath.

  “Does that include sex?” she asks, staring at me a little too hard. Her cleavage strains under the fabric of her dress.

  I don’t even hesitate.

  “Of course,” I answer. “Why? Did you expect us to be chaste? That would be strange given what we’ve already done, don’t you think?”

  Nellie takes a another, deeper breath.

  “Are you looking for kinky sex?” she asks, ignoring my question. “Like red rooms and bondage and all that other stuff?”

  My eyebrows go up.

  “Is that what turns you on?” That’s the most important aspect of this whole thing. Both of us should be having fun, and if someone needs to tap out, they should tap out.

  “No,” she shakes her head vehemently. “That kind of stuff actually scares me. Not that it’s a bad thing if you’re into it. I just don’t think I’d be a good partner for that kind of activity.” I start to laugh, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. Maybe that’s what has been holding her back. I guess being so in the dark can make the whole thing that much scarier.

  “No, I like to have fun, but my first priority will always be your pleasure. If you’re not enjoying yourself then I won’t do it. It’s that simple. So no, I don’t have a crazy BDSM room or safe room or anything like that. We’re not here to “scene” or whatever practitioners like to call it.”

  Nellie lets out a huge sigh of relief. That is what’s been keeping her concerned this entire time. I never even considered that that is what was making her hesitate.

  I guess I’m just not used to reluctance. Most women throw themselves at me when they find out I can buy them things.

  But I don’t mind getting to know one another either. After all, I’m getting a lot of much needed insight into Nellie, and she’s been charming and sweet. Hopefully, I can understand her better through our conversations. Plus, maybe now we’ll be able to move forward comfortably with this whole thing.

  “So, that’s that, then?” Nellie asks with a hint of timidity.

  “That’s that.”

  She smiles and picks up her fork, finally getting herself a piece of the salmon. She places it in her mouth, slowing chewing the fish. I follow suit, going back to eating my dinner.

  “How do you like your room?” I ask.

  “Oh, it’s amazing. I’ve never lived somewhere so luxurious. Your home is so nice that I almost can’t believe it.” Pride swells up in me at the fact that I’m the one giving Nellie such a great place to live. She deserves to be a lady of leisure, never having to lift a finger if she doesn’t want to.

  Which is why it pisses me off so much about Brian. What adult male acts the way he does? That crybaby needs to man up and take care of his own responsibilities.

  But now is not the time to get into that.

  “Did you get a chance to look around at all?”

  “No,” she shakes her head. “I fell asleep right after lunch and only woke up thirty minutes before dinner.”

  “Were you tired?”

  “Uh, yeah. I didn’t sleep well last night. I was out the second I lay down on the bed.”

  “Why didn’t you sleep well?” She blushes deeply, looking down at her food and pushing it around.

  “Oh, just nerves.” I can tell there’s more to the story, but clearly, she doesn’t want to tell me.

  “Are you still tired?”

  “No, that nap really woke me up. I’m rested. Thanks.” That’s good. I want to get things started tonight, and I need Nellie awake and alert for it.

  She looks back up at me and smiles before going back to eating.

  We both finish what’s on our plates, with some wine left in both of our glasses.

  “Why don’t we take this downstairs? We can go play pool, if you like that sort of thing.”

  “Yeah, we can do that,” she agrees. I pick up my glass, standing up, and Nellie does the same. I have her follow me downstairs to the basement, and I can sense her tensing up.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart, it’s not a dungeon. I can promise you that,” I chuckle.

  She blushes, her hands gripping the wine glass.

  “Oh of course not. I didn’t think it was,” she murmurs. Then, I throw open the door, and she gasps at the sight before her.

  “You like?” I ask. After all, I’ve outfitted the place to the nines, and it’s time to get the party started.

  10

  Nellie

  “Oh my God,” I whisper to myself. The basement is amazing. I mean, I feel like calling it a basement somehow demeans it because it’s so much more. There’s a pool table, a foosball table, arcade games, flat screens on the walls, and a full bar fully stocked with liquor.

  I walk around Nash and place my wine glass down on the bar counter. I wander around the rec center, getting a good look at everything that he’s put in here.

  There’s just so much of it, from expensive guitars
propped up on stands to a few deer heads hanging on the walls.

  “Where did you get all this stuff?” I turn and ask him. He takes a quick look around.

  “From all over. I’d see things I wanted and then buy them.”

  It sounds nice being wealthy. Just pointing and buying. Is that what Nash meant earlier about a life of luxury? I’m not sure if I could be comfortable enough to demand things like that.

  I walk over to one of the arcade games and run my hands over the controls.

  “Do you play?” Nash asks. I turn my head, and he’s a lot closer than I expected. He was by the stairs when I started exploring, but now he’s here, looming against my back. He’s huge and seems to block out all the light. My pulse immediately accelerates and I blush furiously.

  I shake my head.

  “No, but my brother is always playing games like these. At least when we were kids, he did. I’m not sure how much of a gamer he is anymore. I do know he would love these, though.” Nash scowls a bit, before his expression smooths. Clearly, he doesn’t like Brian, but I’m guessing he won’t say anything about it to me. “Do you play?” I ask.

  He grins.

  “I used to a lot more. I’ve gotten rusty over the years.”

  I nod. We fall quiet for a little bit. I probably shouldn’t have brought up Brian. My brother is definitely a sore spot between us.

  “Let me show you something,” Nash says, motioning with his head towards a couple of doors.

  “Okay.”

  I wonder what’s back there? He said he didn’t have a red room, so it can’t be that, but the mystery has me buzzing.

  We get to one of the doors, and Nash pushes it open. It takes us to a staircase, and after climbing it, we open the door and find ourselves outside, but yet also inside. We’re in a thin hallway that has a ceiling and walls made of glass. Outside is a magnificent greenhouse, with lots of plants and a few benches. I want to keep looking, but Nash doesn’t stop moving until he gets to another door. Opening it, we enter a second room, revealing an indoor bowling lane. It’s not as big as the ones from the outside world, but the fact that there’s a bowling lane in his house is wild.

  “You have a private bowling alley!” I exclaim. Without thinking, I go inside to check it out and walk onto one of the lanes. Since I’m not wearing the proper shoes, I start to slip. “Oh no!”

  My arms flail as I try to catch myself, but then I feel Nash’s strong arms under my breasts, righting me. He walks me off of the slippery part of the floor before letting go.

  “Thanks,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. There’s a fire behind the blue gaze, like the one I saw the first night we met. My heart pounds, and I wonder if something similar will happen tonight. Of course something similar will happen tonight, I remind myself. That’s why I’m here. But Nash doesn’t act on his attraction immediately.

  “Bowling shoes are back there,” he motions with his head. I turn to where he’s indicating and see cubbies in the wall with various shoes stuck in them.

  “Okay. I’ll be more careful next time. I promise.”

  But he doesn’t give me a chance to head for the cubbies.

  “Come on. There’s something else I want to show you.” This time, Nash takes my hand and leads me out of the bowling room and into another hallway like the last one. When he opens the door at the end of hall and switches on the light, it reveals a mini movie theater.

  I’m so excited, I walk forward, letting go of Nash’s hand. I push down one of the seats and then plop my butt in it.

  “A whole movie theater? This is all yours?”

  “Mm-hm. You can watch whatever you want, whenever you want. I can show you how to use it later.” I think Nash is hinting he wants to go back to the entertainment center, so I get up and follow him back to the house and into the basement. His home is architecturally amazing. This must have taken a fortune to build and furnish.

  I wonder if I should ask him about his money, or if that’s too sensitive. He doesn’t really talk about it; he just shows me the stuff he has. But it’s more than clear to me that the alpha male is wealthy beyond my wildest dreams.

  Nash hands me a pool cue before racking up the balls.

  “You’ve played before?” he asks.

  “A little bit, but I’m no expert,” I say.

  “But you know the rules.”

  “Yeah, kind of,” I nod. “I’m sure if we just start, it will all come back to me.” He removes the rack and takes the first shot, breaking the triangle of billiard balls. They scatter on the table, taking their positions.

  “I’ll be stripes,” Nash says and pockets one expertly.

  “Oh, so you’re good at this?”

  “Maybe,” he grins. Oh no. I know I’m about to get decimated. I always do my best, but I’ve only ever played to pass the time, and these days, I rarely have a second of free time.

  I look for a ball that will hopefully be easy to pocket, getting into position. I lean over, lining up my cue with the white billiard. I do the thing where people move the cue back and forth to test the shot. I don’t feel very confident, but I’m about to take it anyway, until Nash’s arms circle me.

  “You want to get a better stance,” he growls into my ear. He adjusts my arms, pressing on my back so I change my position. His leg is between mine, pushing up my dress slightly. “How does that feel?” he whispers hotly into my ear.

  “Good,” I breathe. “It feels good.” The stubble on his face rubs along my cheek. His warm breath tickles my skin. I want to touch him so badly, but he has me in a stern hold.

  “We line up the shot,” he instructs. “And when you feel ready, take it.” With his guidance, I hit the white billiard. He presses his pelvis into me as my cue strikes the orb. His erection touches my ass as we watch the ball roll into the pocket. All I can think about is having him inside me, not caring what happens with my shot.

  If this table exploded right now, it wouldn’t faze me. I’d just be preoccupied with Nash and how to keep his delicious body on top of mine.

  Once it’s pocketed, Nash levers his huge frame off of me, and I stand up straight.

  “Thanks.”

  “No problem,” he smirks.

  Nash takes a piece of chalk and rubs it on the tip of his cue, walking around to the other side of the table. I bite my lip, watching his muscled arms move. He has such a hard body, it’s almost like he’s made of stone.

  The amount of crunches he must to do to stay in shape is probably in the thousands. Lord have mercy.

  He looks around the table picking out the next billiard to hit. It looks like the perfect opportunity to ask him a couple of questions.

  “So, why did you lie to me the first night we met?”

  It’s not a smooth opening, but Nash looks unfazed.

  “Lie to you about what?”

  “You pretended that this was your boss’s house. But it’s actually yours.” I don’t think he even has a boss. If he owns Jaybird with his friend Colt, then they’re their own bosses.

  Nash shrugs.

  “Some women only care about money. Once they learn I have it, things change. I just didn’t want you to know.”

  I squint at him.

  “Were you worried I’d use my womanly wiles to try and get your banking information?” I joke. Nash lets out a deep chuckle.

  “I don’t know. I wanted you to see me for me, even if it was only for a couple of hours.” He looks me dead in the eye when he says that, but I can’t maintain the contact. I shift my gaze to the table and wait for him to make his shot, which he does.

  I remember the night he brought me here. I did think the house was amazing, but I wasn’t scheming about his money. I was more concerned with what a guy like him wanted with a nobody like me.

  Now I know.

  “Are you worried things are going to change now that I know?” I ask.

  Nash shrugs again.

  “I mean, the blinders are off, and there is nothing I can do about it. Ther
e’s no use worrying about things you can’t change.”

  He’s right. It’s my turn to go, so I cue up using the tips Nash showed me.

  “What about you?” I ask. “How do you have such a laissez-faire attitude about everything?” I don’t want to be the over-sharer between the two of us. Nash already knows a whole lot of stuff about me, but I know next to nothing about him.

  “It’s a long story.”

  “I have three months,” I say with a half-smile before hitting the white billiard. He smiles in return and shakes his head.

  “Okay, then. I’ll answer your question.” He moves around the pool table to my side, so I scoot out of the way. “When I first came to Fresno, I didn’t have much. In fact, you could say I had nothing. No money, no home. I guess there was Colt and this rinky dink motorcycle I’d been dragging around for years. It was my grandfather’s, and it ended up with me, but it didn’t work, so I never rode it. I basically held onto it for sentimental value, but that’s irrelevant information.”

  He shoots two balls into a corner pocket without even blinking an eye. I’d voice my excitement, but I don’t want to ruin the flow of his story.

  “Anyway, I got a job as a mechanic in another guy’s garage. I knew a few things about cars, so I thought why not? My partner, Colt, also worked there. The owner showed me some things about fixing motorcycles, so I asked Colt if he wanted to work on this antique that I’d been holding onto for years. That’s when we discovered we actually loved these things.”

  He stops talking and looks at me. I nod and wonder I’m supposed to say anything.

  “Is everything okay?” I ask.

  “It’s your turn,” he motions to the table.

  “Oh,” I mouth. He wants to keep the game going even though we’re having a deep conversation. I can do that. I get myself lined up, and take a shot. It doesn’t go in, but Nash continues with his story.

  “Yeah, so we fixed up the old bike. But Colt wanted his own hog to ride, so we bought him some old thing that someone was throwing away. We got that one up and running. It was around then we realized we might be able to make a business out of this. You know, repairing bikes, restoring bikes, that kind of thing.”