Daddy’s Orders (Silver Fox Daddies)

It was the night of the gallery show, and I was in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom. I’d spent the previous night with Logan, the two of us making love late into the night.

I hadn’t told him. The secret was between Roberto and me only for the time being. I’d cursed myself for not saying anything, but I had no idea where to even begin. Not to mention that tonight was about Marianne.

After the show, that’s when I’d tell him. We had plans for later that evening after the gallery showing—we’d be taking a late dinner up on the rooftop, the food provided by the Michelin-star restaurant in the lobby of the building. Marianne would likely be worn out from the events, wanting to go to bed fairly early.

It’d be the perfect time. Until then, I had to keep it to myself.

I turned my attention to the mirror, shocked at what I saw. The dress was stunning, a long, sleeveless ivory gown with floral embellishments that all appeared handmade. The gown hugged my curves in a manner that was sensual and elegant at the same time, and the top was just low enough to be interesting but still classy. Along with the dress, I wore a pair of color-matching Sergio Rossi heels. My hair was done up in curls, my eyes dark and my lips a popping red. I almost didn’t recognize the woman looking back at me.

A knock sounded at my bedroom door as I stood giving myself a once-over.

“It’s me,” Logan said, his low voice muffled.

I was the perfect blend of excited and nervous at hearing his voice. Pearl and Marianne and I had spent most of the day running errands and getting ready for the show, which meant I’d barely seen hide nor hair of Logan.

“Come in!”

The door opened and he entered. I nearly gasped at the sight of him.

Logan was dressed in an ink black tuxedo, his hair slicked back and his face clean shaven, patent leather Oxfords polished to a mirrored shine. He looked powerful and handsome and gorgeous.

My pussy clenched as he approached, his eyes moving over my body, a sly smile on his face.

“God, you look amazing.” He placed his hands on my hips, squeezing my curves gently through the fabric. “It’s very hard to resist the urge to take this off right now and show you just how turned on I am.”

I placed my hand on his crotch through his slacks, feeling his hardness.

“You don’t need to tell me, I already know.”

I closed my eyes as I stroked him, feeling myself growing wetter by the moment.

Logan leaned in and kissed the slope of my neck, goosebumps breaking out all over my body.

“You’re going to need to stop that right now,” he said. “Or you’re going to need to get ready a second time.”

He placed his hand on mine, gently moving it away.

“There’s going to be plenty of time for that later,” he said. “But right now, I’m pretty sure that if Mar has to wait any longer, she’s going to blow her top. That’s why I’m up here, actually—she very strongly hinted that you’re taking a bit too long and asked if I could come move you along.”

I laughed. “Alright, let’s not keep the star of the show waiting.”

He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on my cheek.

“Emi-lyyy,” Marianne called from downstairs. “Are you ready?”

“Coming, coming!” I replied.

We took the stairs down to the first floor, and right as we began our descent, I spotted Marianne looking up.

“There you are!” she said.

Marianne looked pretty damn glamorous. She’d opted for a stylish pantsuit, the color navy blue with a white shirt underneath, along with black pumps and a few pieces of jewelry.

“Wow,” she said as I descended. “You look like a princess.”

I smiled, opening my arms and giving her a big hug.

“You look amazing too.”

Pearl was seated on the couch, wearing a dark gold gown that complemented her figure perfectly.

“And look at you, Pearl!” I said, coming over to her. “You look so freaking hot!”

Pearl let out a boisterous laugh. “Hey, not going to tell you you’re wrong. Kinda feel like it’s prom night all over again. Maybe I’ll meet a special someone so this night can end the same way that one did, if you know what I mean.” She followed up her words with a wink, which got a laugh out of Logan and me.

“And look at these men, sharp as tacks,” I said, turning my attention to Roberto, Renaldo, and Edgar. All three of them were in dark suits which, while sharp, did not hide the fact that they were trained guards.

We headed down, taking the elevator to the expansive lobby. The black SUVs that we’d been taking around the city over the last day awaited us, and together Logan and I piled inside ours. Once we were seated and on our way, Logan reached into the side bar and pulled out a bottle of champagne.

“I hope you all are in the mood for something sparkly,” he said.

“You kidding me?” Pearl asked with a grin. “I’ll take the whole bottle.”

That got a laugh out of us. A tinge of tension ran through me, however. Obviously, I wasn’t going to be drinking. How would I play it off without attracting attention?

Logan popped open the bottle and poured glasses for all of us. Outside of the car, the sun had begun to set, casting the streets of Manhattan in wild colors. It was the perfect New York night, something I’d always dreamed about since I was a little girl.

“I’m not big on toasts,” Logan said as he poured and passed. “But with the special night we have ahead of us, I’d be remiss if I didn’t say a few words.”

He held his glass in front of him, the look on his face suggesting he wasn’t quite sure where to begin.

“Anyone who’s met my wonderful sister, Marianne, learns right away what a light she is, what a warm presence she gifts upon anyone lucky enough to know her. What many who’ve met her don’t get a chance to learn is how damned talented she is. I know this, and so does everyone in this car. But tonight, the world is going to find out about you, Mar. I couldn’t be prouder to be a part of this amazing night.”

He started to raise his glass, Marianne leaning over to hug him with such intensity that he nearly spilled it. Logan let out a laugh, wrapping his arm around his sister and giving her an eager hug right back.

Logan raised his glass. “Cheers!”

We all said the same, tapping our glasses together. I waited until everyone was sipping to bring my glass to my lips. Maybe a single sip wouldn’t matter, but I wasn’t about to take that risk. I formed a hard seal with my lips around the glass, letting the drink flow against my mouth without ingesting any.

“Delicious,” I lied.

Ten or so minutes later, we pulled in front of the gallery in Chelsea. The neighborhood was gorgeous, tall condos flanking us on both sides, people packed on the sidewalks, the evening alive with activity.

“There it is!” Marianne slid over to the other side of the car, putting her hands against the glass. “I can see my paintings from here!”

The front of the Fordham Gallery was glass, and inside I could see that the place was crowded with well-dressed men and women, all of them looking like the elite of the city. On the walls were several paintings, many of which I’d recognized from Marianne’s room.

We parked in front and stepped out, the staff leading us to the front doors. On the sidewalk was a sign for the showing—“Marianne Stone: Sketches from a Future Master.”

“The title was my idea,” Pearl said with a wink. “And it’s true, right? Imagine what this girl’s going to be putting out in a decade or two.”

The staff opened the front doors for us and the moment we stepped inside, Marianne was the center of attention. A crowd formed around her, tears in her eyes.

“Thank you… thank you so much for coming!” the music over the speakers quieted down, the crowd silenced. “I… this means so much to me to see so many people here tonight. I’m so used to working in my room alone that I forget sometimes that there’re people out there!”

Light laughs sounded from the crowd.

“I can’t wait to get to know you all more and tell you about my art. So many of these pieces mean a lot to me, and sharing with you is like sharing a part of myself. So, enjoy!”

The audience applauded, and Marianne melted into them, answering questions.

Logan moved to my side, smoothly taking a pair of wine glasses from a server’s passing tray.

“This is really something, isn’t it?” he asked.

“It really is.”

We said nothing for several moments, both of us looking over the pictures. My gaze lingered on Marta’s drawing, longing tugging at my heart.

“Marianne and I aren’t all that different,” I said. “Both of us are learning about the wider world in our own ways.”

“That’s right,” Logan agreed. “And you’re both thriving. There’s two women in my life now with amazing futures in front of them. I can’t wait to see what you two can do.”

I couldn’t resist leaning over and kissing him. As I took my lips away, I spotted the stares of a few young women in the crowd, a naughty bit of satisfaction forming in me as I knew that they were all realizing at the same time that the Logan Stone was taken.

Or was he? Everything was so confusing on that front.

“I’m going to make the rounds,” he said. “Got a few clients here I’d like to check in with. Come find me later.”

He leaned in and placed one more kiss on my lips before departing.

Warmth and happiness in my heart, I began to make my own rounds through the gallery. Marianne was in the middle of explaining one of her paintings, Logan networked with clients, and Pearl was enjoying a drink from the bar while flirting with one of the servers. Roberto and his guards were posted throughout, trying their best to remain inconspicuous.

I stopped in front of one painting, a drawing of the beach. It was in the corner of the gallery, giving me a peaceful quiet to admire it. I found myself thinking of that first day at Logan’s, how overwhelmed I’d felt. If only I could’ve guessed what the next few weeks would hold.

I prepared to step away when I felt something hard press into the small of my back. Confused, I began to turn.

“Stay perfectly still,” a voice spoke. “Make a single sound and I’ll kill you and your baby.”