Isobelle
Grayson finished cleaning my wounds and wrapped bandages around the nasty ones. The cabin was quiet. Nobody else came into the bedroom while he was tending to me. They got the hint I needed some space. Grayson grinned, holding a fistful of colorful Band-Aids for me to choose from.
I c****d my head to one side. “Seriously?! I’m not five,” I muttered sarcastically.
He was taking the whole ‘Daddy’ thing to the extreme. If I misbehaved, would he put me on the naughty step or force me to stand in a corner and face the wall, or worse . . . would he put me over his knee and spank me? God, why did I secretly want that?
His brows jumped a few millimeters. “Humor me.”
I sucked in a languid breath through my nose and then tapped a pink one with sparkly princess crowns on it.
“Give me
