DaddyJo ⸻ The sun was warm on my bare shoulders as I tied the apron strings tight around my waist. The skirt of my maid-style outfit was scandalously short, but DaddyJo liked me in it when I worked outside for him. The ruffled trim brushed against my thighs as I stepped into the garden, already feeling a delicious flutter of nerves knowing his eyes would linger on every movement I made. “Bring me the shears, sweetheart,”...