Page 8 of Daddy Brigadier

I quickly lose awareness of everyone else around us, savoring this intimate meal with her, even though we’re at different tables. For the moment, it feels as though we are the only two in the room, sending an intense burst of pleasure through me.

“Dad,” Daniel says, interrupting my moment.

When he looks over his shoulder at her, her smile dies on her face almost instantly.

“Are you okay?”

I pull my gaze away from her and look at my son. “Yes. Of course.”

I signal to Robert, and he jumps right up and runs over beside me.

Pointing at the young lady, I inquire sharply, “Does she work for you?”

He looks at her a little longer than I’m comfortable with. Robert tends to take pleasure in his young interns, which is why he eagerly presents them to me as gifts during my visits. However, his delayed response makes me uneasy, as if he may be picturing himself with her.

That thought makes my knuckles tighten, turning them white.

I turn to him, my brow furrowed and my jaw locked tight. “Do you want to leave the restaurant in a body bag tonight?” My voice is low, gravelly, and laced with danger.

Robert instinctively averts his gaze from her and clears his throat. “No, Brigadier. I’ve never seen her before.”

She leans close to the waiter, and I catch him looking in my direction.

After he walks away, she stands up, neatly places her napkin on the table, and starts to round the table as she heads for the door. Just before exiting the restaurant, she turns her head my way and blows me a subtle kiss.

I fucking want this woman.

“Excuse me.” The waiter approaches nervously, a bill in his hand. I grit my teeth, preparing myself for whatever annoyance is coming to me shortly.

“The lady at that table said you were taking care of her bill,” he says, pointing to where she was sitting.

I arch an eyebrow. “She said what?”

Leaning closer, he whispers, “She said you were her daddy.”

I snatch the bill from his hand. “I’ll take care of it,” I say, handing the bill to my accountant sitting two seats from me. The accountant wisely decides not to question it and promptly pays using our black card.

A grin crosses my face, and my head shakes.

So, little girl, you like to play games, huh?

Little does she know she’s just become part of the game. When I see her next, she’ll be paying me back for dinner with those pretty red lips around my cock.

Once dinner wraps up, I politely excuse myself from farewells and make my way to the restroom to take a quick piss. “Did you see the girl from the elevator?” I ask Lev, my second-in-command, who is standing behind me.

“She’s here?” he replies, instinctively reaching into his jacket for his gun.

“She’s gone now,” I say, and he relaxes, withdrawing his hand from his weapon. “You didn’t see her?”

“Sorry, boss.”

The girl has me all muddled, and piss gets onto my hand. I shake it off, zip up my pants, and head to the sink to wash my hands.

Suddenly, my phone buzzes. Assuming it’s Andrei, I quickly glance at the notifications. To my surprise, there’s a message from an unknown number. It contains a picture of stunning legs, elegantly clad in a black dress and sexy red heels. She’s fucking with me!

In frustration, I throw my phone against the tiled wall, hearing it crack as it hits the ground.

“We have to find that girl,” I shout. “Go see Robert’s security team and check the surveillance cameras.”