Free Lord of the Grrr's by Lily Marie, Terra Wolf, Artemis Wolffe, Amelia Jade, Mercy May, Lily Thorn, Kit Tunstall, Emma Alisyn, Claire Ryann, Andie Devaux

herself, despite all of her earlier claims that he might be a pathetic, power-using jerk who had hired her simply to get in her pants. She was finally forced to concede, through logical thought, that he wasn't that type of guy. He wouldn't hold her job over her head in exchange for sex.
    She snorted at herself, for as soon as she admitted that, all trace of opposition within her mind evaporated, leaving her with the conclusion that perhaps she should explore things with him.
    Not ready to accept that yet either, she pulled into the driveway at home. She would sleep on it, and see how she felt in the morning. Until then, she would have to deal with her father.
    Thinking of him brought confusion to her face, for there was no other vehicle parked in her space. He had sent her a text message saying he was waiting, just hanging out until she got home from work. But there was no new vehicles and no signs of a person anywhere.
    She got out, looking around, but still no sign of him. Rolling her eyes in frustration she let loose a long sigh as well. It would have been quite a stretch to say that this was the first time that her father had pulled such a thing. Her entire childhood he had constantly let her down, promising to be in attendance at numerous events, before being a no-show.
    The key had just slid into the lock of her door when she heard a car pull up next to her truck. She didn't get a glimpse of what he was driving as her truck blocked it, but moments later Jack Britten emerged, walking purposefully towards her, giving her a nod by way of greeting.
    "Hi Father," she intoned, not even bothering to pretend excitement at seeing him. She supposed she cared for him on some level since he was her father, but they were not close. Neither party lamented the fact either, for they were both used to it by now and trying to change anything at this point in their lives would be more effort than it was worth.
    "Hello Daughter, what a fabulous place you have here," he replied, following her inside.
    She wanted to ask him where he had been but figured he would likely avoid the question, as usual, so she didn't bother. Instead she led the way to the kitchen, pouring each party a drink. A light beer for her father, and a glass of red wine for herself.
    They clinked glasses and retired to the living room. She was dreading having to chat with him. Small talk really was not in their repertoire, but if he had come all this way to see her, he must have something to say.
    So thus it was, that while she should not have been shocked, it caught her completely off guard when he announced that he was going to hit the hay. Yawning, he stretched himself out on the couch, draining the last of his beer in one swig. She stared at him in frustration for several long moments, before angrily stomping out of the room. As a small bit of revenge, she left the lights on, forcing him to get up and shut them off even though she walked right by them on her way out.
    Thankfully, despite her irritation the glass of wine put her right to sleep until rays of sunlight shone through her curtains several hours later.
    She rolled over, desperate for just a few more hours of sleep, but the slamming of the door as her father left woke her up with a start. The older style house she had bought, with its arched doorways and hardwood floors, echoed and amplified any sound into something ear-shattering. When she had time, Kailee intended to put a number of area rugs down to mute the noise, but she just hadn't found the opportunity yet.
    When she heard footsteps inside the house, she realized it wasn't her father leaving but instead returning from somewhere. Any sense of relief that had been building at the idea of having the house to herself for the morning was shattered, falling to pieces as she dragged herself to the ensuite shower. That, she admitted through her groggy state, was a perk she was likely to never get over. The previous owners had torn down a wall between the master