“What?”
“Will you follow through?”
He sighed. “Fuck, no.”
“Then I wouldn’t threaten her with that. Follow through is important.”
Holy shit. Was he really having this conversation?
“Are you sure I need to know all this? This is a one-time thing, never to be repeated. I just want to know how to get her to do what I want her to do without making her cry.”
“Christ, man, if I knew that don’t you think I’d be rich,” Razor snapped back. “Just be firm. But don’t be mean.”
“Shall I threaten to take something away from her? Like the stuffed monkey she’s holding onto for dear life?”
“Jesus, no!” he snapped. “For fuck’s sake, man, don’t mess with the stuffies. Bitch will cut you over that.”
“Don’t call her a bitch,” he snapped.
“Hey, a generalized statement. Nothing against your girl. I mean not-your-girl.”
He sighed. “I’ll work something out. Thanks. I think.”
“You’re welcome, any more advice—”
He ended the call. Yeah, he didn’t think he’d bother to go to Razor for any more advice. Right, what to use to get her to co-operate? Maybe he’d lucked out and adult Sunny was back. He peeked in on her. Still hugging that monkey. And her thumb was in her mouth.
He walked into the room and sat facing her on the bed. “Baby girl, it’s time to drink now.”
“No,” she mumbled around her thumb.
How could someone who seemed so sweet and timid the rest of the time become so obstinate when they were sick?
“You’re going to drink this whole bottle or there’s going to be consequences,” he warned.
She froze. “Consequences?”
“Uh huh.”
She moved one hand behind her to cover her bottom. He wondered if her husband had been her Daddy. Duke guessed that if he had been, he’d fallen flat in that department like in every other one. He had to smile as he recalled her talking about his tadpole dick.
Although he wasn’t sure he appreciated his cock being likened to a cold, slippery eel. He shook off that thought.
“You can’t spank me!”
He raised an eyebrow. “No?”
“I’s sick.”
“You won’t be sick all the time, though, will you?”
“That’s not fair.”
He nearly sighed with relief as rather than get teary, she was glaring up at him.
“I don’t like that stuff.” She pointed to the bottle he held.
He shrugged. “I don’t much care since it’s going to make you feel better.”