Daddy’s Good Girl
I told him about my dreams of traveling, of seeing all the places I'd only read about in books, of maybe writing something myself someday.
"You should," he said seriously. "Write, I mean. You have stories to tell."
"What would I even write about?"
He hummed. "About a sheltered princess who gets swept up by a dangerous man who would kill for her.”
"That sounds like a bad romance novel."
"Or a bestseller." He refilled my glass. "Either way, I would read it. Especially the sex scenes."
I nearly choked on my champagne. "Isaiah!"
"What? I'm just saying, you have excellent source material. Me." His hand slid up my thigh casually. "I would be happy to provide you ideas, yeah?”