“I am a big girl. But I don’t need someone telling me what I can and can’t do. You’re not my daddy,” I growl, inching closer to Asher, who grins wider. “Yeah? And who says I’m not?” he huskily asks, knocking me back to my feet. I swear my face heats ten million degrees, and then he fucking winks at me. “Call me daddy, Little Brat, and see what happens.”
