But she never intended flirtation to blossom into actual sex. It had just been harmless fun—until the bizarre events of this afternoon, that is.Alex...had come to the house to get signatures for paperwork her father, a tax attorney, had drawn up, which would create tax breaks by diverting some of Alex’s babysitting income toward her college tuition.To complete the paperwork, they needed Karen’s social security number. But Karen was out of town on her Vegas trip, and Craig couldn’t remember. What can I say—I love sex a little bit too much.” “I see.” “Don’t you?” “Of course.” She smiled. And my stomach felt jitters. “I mean… I wish I could have sex tonight.” I glanced at her. She smiled. “Make it happen then.” “Oh, I think that’s a definite possibility, girl.” Just as we rounded the corner, ready to reenter the road down to Blind Cat, I brought out my phone and pretended to check it. “Oh God,” I said. “What?” “Seth says he already left me. He’s probably going to try to fuck that. He stopped, and I could feel his eyes surveying me. I concentrated on the carrots, removing them from the heat and giving them a final stir. Suddenly, he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. I shrieked in surprise and delight as he carried me into the living room and dropped me onto the couch. He kneeled before me, his eyes over-bright. ‘You shouldn’t ask for things. You just might get them,’ he said, his eyes not leaving mine. I met his gaze, moving my face closer to his. ‘I wouldn’t ask. Ten minutes after that we were eating a decent steak and chips, me flirting, him cautious.And before we knew it we were calling another cab and heading for bed.*****That last statement is inaccurate, by the way. At that stage of the evening we didn’t go anywhere near a bed. No, we made do with Daddy’s exceptionally plush lounge and even plusher leather settee. And Daddy certainly did not have bed on his mind. Well, not for the same reasons as me, anyway.While I swigged wine he toyed with a.