Page 116 of Tempted By her Daddies

So much for hiding in the bath.

She kept her eyes closed, even as water dripped down her face. A soft towel was pressed against her face.

“Open your eyes, please.”

Darn it.

He might have said please, but she could hear the order in his voice. Opening her eyes, she decided she just wouldn’t look at him.

But he wasn’t having that. Instead, he turned her head toward him with his finger under her chin.

“I’m guessing that was about you being embarrassed. But, one, you don’t have to be embarrassed around me. Aboutanything. And, two, I don’t want you to slip under the water like that. It’s dangerous.”

“It’s two feet of water,” she said. “I wasn’t going to drown.”

“Don’t do it again.” His voice had grown even sterner so she nodded.

“Yes, Sir. Or yes, Daddy. I’ll accept either.”

Cripes.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. I’m going to wrap your hair up so you don’t get too cold while I finish cleaning you. Where are you in your cycle?”

It was said so casually that it took a moment for her brain to catch up.

“I . . . um . . . what?”

“Where are you in your cycle?”

After wrapping her hair up, he slid the stool down toward her feet and picked up one leg, setting it on the side of the bath.

Then he started washing it with long, slow strokes.

Wow.

That shouldn’t feel so good.

But it did. And she wanted him to move the cloth higher and higher.

Please.

But he set that leg down in the water and reached over to lift up her other leg. He had to lean over the bath to wash that leg, and she couldn’t stop staring at him. He had such muscular forearms.

Who knew that forearms could be so darn sexy?

Well, they were.

“Um, well, why are you asking me that?” she asked.

“Because I want to know everything about you? Because the more I know about you, the better I can take care of you. And that’s all I want.”

Dear Lord.

Hard to argue with that.

Huh. Where was she in her cycle? That was the magical question.

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