Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 150

Do you want me to feed you?

Grace

I looked down at the food first, trying to gather my thoughts, then lifted my eyes to Apollo. He was sitting across from me with a calmness that somehow made me even more tense.

His posture was relaxed, his long fingers wrapped around a mug, but those cold hazel eyes were fixed entirely on me. He hadn’t looked away since I stepped into the kitchen, and that alone was enough to make the back of my neck heat up.

I shifted in my chair, playing with my fingers under the table in a pathetic attempt to distract myself. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something about him was different.

He wasn’t behaving like the cold, distant CEO who avoided people. He still looked unapproachable, but the way he was watching me felt intense, and focused, almost like he was memorizing me.

My hand automatically rose to touch my cheek. It was warm.

Great. I was probably redder than a tomato.

Just as I was thinking about what to do, my stomach growled again.

His eyebrow lifted ever so slightly, and I immediately looked down, clearing my throat. I felt ridiculous. I’d told myself to stop acting strange, but my Body wasn’t listening. I stared at the food again, willing myself to pull it together.

But then another thought hit me, and I froze. He’d cooked it himself. Was it even okay to eat this? Would he think I was ungrateful if I didn’t? And what kind of woman would just casually eat food prepared by her boss?

I licked my lips, nerves twisting in my stomach, when his voice broke the silence.

“Do you want me to feed you?”

“W–what?”

He leaned back, his expression unreadable, though there was something almost amused in his eyes. “What you’re doing, are you doing it on purpose? Waiting for me to feed you? Is that something young women do these days?”

My mouth opened. No sound came out.

“I’m not–no, of course not!” I finally managed. His gaze didn’t move away. He held my eyes so steadily it felt like I was pinned to my seat.

“I mean, I wasn’t doing that,” I tried again, hands waving helplessly. “I’m just –”

He cut me off, his voice dropping even lower. “Because if that is what you’re doing, I wouldn’t mind personally feeding you myself.”

Huh?

He wouldn’t mind? Feeding me? Apollo Reed??

My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I stared at him, unable to hide the shock on my face. He wasn’t joking, there was no trace of humor in his expression. He looked completely serious, as if offering something normal.

Why was he acting like this? Had something happened last night that I didn’t remember? Was he sick? Had he hit his head or something?

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So many questions were spinning through my mind that I didn’t even know where to start.

“So,” he said, tilting his head, “will you feed yourself, or do you want me to?”

God, he had to be messing with me. Right?

I grabbed the fork immediately. “I–1 will feed myself, sir.

Only then did he stop, a faint smile tugging

tugging at the there at all.

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orner of his mouth, so subtle I almost wondered if it had been

I cut a small piece of pancake, trying not to look like an idiot while doing it, and brought it to my mouth. Honestly, I didn’t expect much. Nobody could be perfect at everything. Apollo already excelled at nearly everything I’d seen him do, he couldn’t possibly also be good at cooking.

That’s what I thought, until the bite hit my tongue and my eyes flew open.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered before I could stop myself. The curse slipped out so naturally that it took me a full second to realize what I’d done. My hand shot up to cover my mouth as I chewed and swallowed.

Jesus Christ. It tasted amazing.

I had been so wrong. He was a perfect cook. The flavor was warm, rich and perfectly balanced. Whoever married him would be the luckiest woman alive.

I reached for the spoon and tried the soup next, and the moment it hit my tongue I almost moaned. I barely kept the sound inside my throat as I grabbed another spoonful, then another. Every bite was better than the last. I was starving, and the food was too good, so I just kept eating, completely forgetting the man sitting across from me. I reached out to grab a sausage, ready to take a bite, when a hand suddenly caught my chin and held it still.

I froze immediately.

My gaze darted up, to see Apollo leaning slightly over the table, his fingers firm but gentle under my chin.

Did I overdo it? Maybe I embarrassed him by eating like a gremlin. I swear, sometimes I completely lose control around good food.

I opened my mouth to apologize, but then his eyes dropped to my lips.

My breath hitched.

He leaned in, close enough that the faint scent of his cologne wrapped around me. Before I could process what was happening, his thumb brushed the corner of my mouth, wiping something away.

It took a moment for me to realize he had just cleaned the leftover soup from my lips.

“Oh–I’m sorry for being messy,” I whispered, already reaching for a napkin to give him. But before I could hand him anything, he withdrew his hand, and brought his thumb to his own lips, wiping it clean with a swipe of his tongue.

My spoon slipped from my fingers and clattered against the table.

What.

The.

Hell.

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What did he just do? And why did that look so hot? That tiny, stupid action shot warmth straight through my entire body, and made my legs squeeze together under the table like I had zero self–control.

I was losing my mind.

I grabbed my glass of water and drank almost the whole thing in one go. My heart was pounding so hard 1 genuinely wondered if I might die right here at his table. If I stayed in this room any longer, I might do something I’d regret.

I pushed my chair back and stood up, bowing my head.

“Thank you so much, sir, for the food,” I managed, still breathless. “I… I’ll take care of the dishes.”

I gathered the plates with shaky hands, telling myself to focus on literally anything except the man watching me like I was something he planned to devour. If I just carried the dishes to the sink, maybe I could escape whatever this was. I stacked them carefully and turned, only to nearly collide with him.

Apollo was suddenly right in front of me.

I dropped the plates back onto the table with a small clatter, my breath catching as I slowly lifted my gaze. He didn’t give me a second to think. The moment my eyes met his, he stepped forward, and my back hit the table behind me, trapping me between the wood and the hard line of his body.

One of his arms slid around my waist, pulling me closer, while his other hand landed beside me on the counter, caging me in completely. He leaned in, so close his breath brushed the shell of my ear, and then he bit my ear.

My entire body trembled.

“Miss Grace,” he said, his voice low and deep, “you keep trying to run away from me. I thought I told you there was no turning back after last night.”

My hands rose instinctively to his chest, firm under my palms.

Last night…

I remembered him saying something like that, but I didn’t pay attention to it. I had no idea what he even meant.

name. “M–Mr. Apollo…” I whispered, stumbling over his

He pulled back just enough for me to see his eyes.

“Call me Apollo.” He commanded.

I swallowed, chest tight, unable to look away from him.

“Apollo…” I echoed, the name slipping past my lips before I could second guess myself.

His eyes darkened further, and a slow, satisfied smile touched the corner of his mouth.

“Good girl.”

I barely had time to inhale. He didn’t give me a chance to think. He tilted his head, closed the distance in an instant, and crashed his mouth against mine.

His kiss was hard, and demanding, stealing every bit of air from my lungs. I gasped against his lips, my fingers curling into his shirt as heat shot through my body so fast it made my knees weak.

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