Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 138

What do you think about your boss?

Grace

I stood there, staring at the old man across from me.

Mr. Reed looked at me with that same smile I’d seen back at the cafe, back when he was just an old man with a newspaper. But now that I knew who he really was, everything felt different.

For a moment, I didn’t know how to act. He looked kind, and genuine, but the way his eyes lingered on me made the air awkward. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, pretending to look anywhere but directly at him. It was ridiculous. He hadn’t changed, but I suddenly didn’t know how to be around him.

Just as I was trying to think of something to say, a server approached with a bright smile and a tray of champagne flutes. He stopped in front of me, and lifted one glass, offering it to me.

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” he said politely, his tone respectful in a way that made me feel even more out of place. “Would you like a drink?”

“I” I started to refuse, but maybe a drink wouldn’t be such a bad idea. I’d promised myself not to get drunk, but one glass of champagne couldn’t hurt. Besides, I needed to keep myself sane, and my hands busy, especially with Mr. Reed standing right in front of me.

“Yes, thank you,” I said, forcing a small smile. I took the glass, and brought it to my lips. The taste was off, sweeter than I was used to, but I didn’t think much of it. This was a rich event, after all. Maybe everything here was supposed to taste different.

I was about to take another sip when Mr. Reed’s voice broke the silence.

“Are you disappointed,” he asked, “that I’m not who you thought I was?”

I froze. The glass hovered near my lips as I looked up at him. He still had that familiar smile on his face, but behind it, I could see the uncertainty as he looked at me. As if he was worried that now that I knew his identity, I’d start treating him differently.

My hand tightened around the glass.

I didn’t know what to say.

Was I disappointed? No. That wasn’t it. I wasn’t afraid of who he was either. But I was worried about what this meant. It wasn’t just that he was rich, or powerful. I could’ve handled that. But he wasn’t just any rich man. He was Apollo Reed’s father.

If Apollo ever found out that I’d met his father, he’d never believe it was a coincidence. He’d probably think I’d sought him out on purpose, trying to win his father over, and manipulate the situation somehow. But it wasn’t true. It was just a ridiculous coincidence. Still, even I knew how unbelievable that sounded.

And if Mr. Reed ever found out what kind of relationship I had with his son-

God. I didn’t even want to imagine that.

He’d probably think I was some gold–digging intern, sleeping with his son for money or connections, that I was after the Reeds‘ wealth and status. But I wasn’t that type of person. Even when Apollo gave me that ridiculous ten million dollars, I’d never touched it. I’d only ever taken my regular paycheck, refusing to take more.

Still, none of that mattered, did it? Because no one ever believed the woman who said she didn’t want anything.

Mr. Reed studied me for a long moment, his sharp eyes softening as his lips curved into a small smile. Then before I could react, he reached across the table and took my hand

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I flinched.

The movement was small, and barely noticeable. I was very aware that people were still staring at us, probably whispering, and wondering why the most powerful man in the room was holding hands with an intern.

The weight of their attention pressed on me, but I didn’t pull away.

“You’re a good woman, Grace,” Mr. Reed said quietly. “I know this must be awkward. But believe me, I know everything that happened was a coincidence. And even if it wasn’t, I still had fun that day. If I could go back, I’d still hit that crazy man with my newspaper.”

A small laugh escaped me before I could stop it. He chuckled, too, clearly amused by the memory. And suddenly, the awkwardness began to fade.

I shouldn’t have felt so comfortable, but I did. Because no matter how rich or powerful he was, this was still the same man who sent me goofy emojis and pictures of his breakfast like it was the highlight of his day.

“Thank you, Mr. Reed-”

He frowned, pretending to pout.

“Right,” I said with a chuckle. “Thank you, Adam.”

“Better.” He laughed softly. “Now that’s more like it. See? No need for all that formal stuff.”

He leaned back. “So, how’s work been? I didn’t realize you were at my son’s company until I did some research. If you’d told me earlier, it could’ve made things a lot easier for me.”

I blinked. “Easier for you?”

He didn’t answer immediately. That grin of his turned just bit mischievous. Leaning in slightly, his voice lowered into something conspiratorial. “Grace, may I ask you something?”

I stiffened. “W–what?”

“What do you think of your boss?” he asked. “You’ve told me what you think of him at work, but that’s all professional. What about outside the office? What do you think of him as a man?”

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“I’m genuinely curious,” he continued, his tone thoughtful “Could you ever see yourself with someone like him? Do you think he’s husband material, and would make a good father if you had children?”

“I-”

“Are you interested in him, Grace?”

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