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A: Thanks for looking out for me, Daddy. ;)

His reply came when I was in the elevator.

D: I sense teasing in your last message.

And another followed right after, one that instantly made me feel

the most taboo kind of sexy.

D: Be careful. Daddy only rewards girls who show him

respect.

Oh, boy. Dylan was good.

When I got to the lobby of Sabrina’s building, I realized exactly

how good he was—the car was already waiting for me. He must

have had it on standby, ready for whenever I finally got back to him.

The ride to Dylan’s apartment was quick with the late-night quiet

—eh, quieter—streets. I hummed Christmas songs from the show as

we drove, and even though I still had the key Jeff Jones had given

me, I texted Dylan as soon as I got there to let him know I’d arrived

like he’d asked. The key got me in the front door without trouble and

into the elevator, so I was bouncing down the hallway toward his unit

in a matter of minutes.

All of it had happened so fast, in fact, that it wasn’t until