Ask Rick about Maria on the car ride to his office

You smooth down your navy pencil skirt as the elevator descends from Rick's penthouse, your freshly polished nails tapping nervously against the cream silk blouse that strains slightly across your enhanced D-cups. Rick stands beside you, impressively commanding in his charcoal suit, while Marcus maintains his stoic position in the corner, eyes fixed determinedly on the elevator buttons.

"So, Daddy," you whisper, leaning close enough that your pigtails brush against Rick's shoulder, "tell me about Maria. What's she like?"

Rick's large hand finds the small of your back, his palm warm through the thin fabric of your blazer. "Been my secretary for seven years. Efficient, discreet. Divorced about two years ago."

"Is she pretty?" You giggle, twirling one pigtail around your finger.

The elevator doors open to the private garage level, and Marcus steps out first, maintaining his professional distance as he holds the door.

Rick chuckles as he guides you toward the waiting Range Rover. "She's... conventional. Mid-forties, keeps herself together. Not your level, princess."

"But you must have thought about her," you persist, your voice dropping to a breathy whisper as Marcus opens the car door. "Every boss fantasizes about his secretary, right?"

Something flickers in Rick's eyes—a moment of consideration he'd never admit to. "Get in the car, you little minx."

You slide into the backseat, making sure your skirt rides up just enough to give Rick a glimpse of lace-topped stockings—another of Marcus's practical suggestions from your wardrobe consultation. Rick follows, his large frame dwarfing yours in the spacious backseat.

As Marcus takes his place in the driver's seat, you notice his eyes briefly meeting yours in the rearview mirror. There's something protective in his gaze that wasn't there before, something almost... paternal. You smile brightly at him, completely oblivious to the effect your innocent gratitude has on him.

"Thank you so much for helping me look professional, Marcus," you chirp as the engine purrs to life. "You're, like, super smart about this stuff!"

"Happy to be of service, Miss Ashley," Marcus replies, his formal tone softened by the slight upward curl of his lips.

As the Range Rover pulls out of the garage and into London traffic, you turn your attention back to Rick, snuggling against his side.

"So about Maria," you continue, your hand playfully walking up his thigh. "Do you think she's lonely? Since her divorce, I mean?"

Rick's arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you closer. "I suppose she might be. Never really thought about it."

"Has she dated anyone since?"

"Not that I know of." Rick's brow furrows. "Though she was upset a few weeks back. Her ex is getting remarried—to someone half his age, I believe."

Your eyes light up at this crucial information, the pieces of your plan clicking into place despite your diminished intellect. Your adaptability shines as you process what this means for your seduction strategy.

"Poor thing," you coo sympathetically. "She must be feeling so... replaceable."

Rick looks down at you with newfound appreciation. "You're sharper than you let on, princess."

"I'm just good with feelings, Daddy," you giggle, tapping his nose playfully. "And I bet Maria has lots of feelings about being traded for a younger model."

As the car weaves through London traffic, you mentally compile your strategy: Maria needs validation, needs to feel desirable again after her ex's rejection. You'll offer her not just inclusion in your unconventional family, but a restoration of her feminine confidence—a place where age doesn't determine worth.

"Will Maria like me?" you ask, blinking up at Rick with wide, innocent eyes.

"She'll be professional," Rick answers, though there's uncertainty in his voice. "She's very... proper."

You smile, nestling against his chest. "Don't worry, Daddy. Everyone likes me eventually."

14:40 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | En Route to Bellingham Properties, London

[DADDY'S WORK WIFE] | [Medium] | [48 hrs] | [32 hours 20 minutes remaining]