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I loved how easy and free she was with her body and dressing her was like a choreographed dance. It turned me on almost as much as stripping her naked. I attached her bikini top and adjusted it. The suit fit Rayna perfectly.

I went back into my closet and changed. I grabbed some towels. When I returned, Rayna twirled in front of the full-length mirror. She giggled at herself. I stood in the doorway and watched. She had not a care in the world. So free and open it scared me. I wouldn’t be enough to keep her curiosity in tack and still protect her.

She didn’t say it, but I knew going back to school was in the back of her mind.

I sent off a message to Randall to do some research on her life in New Jersey. I wanted to know everything. Where did she live? Did she live alone? What type of security did I need to set up for her? Could she finish her last year in Vegas? I needed options to keep her with me and keep her safe. I guess that security report he already ran would come in handy after all.

All of it would work itself out, I had no doubt.

As she caught me staring, she stopped and faced me.

She held out the small ruffles on the suit. “How do I look, Daddy?”

“Perfect.”

“Nothing’s perfect, Daddy.” She placed her hands on her hips and cocked one hip to the side.

“You are, my little Rayn Drop.” I bopped her on the nose. “Perfect for me.”

I wrapped her in my arms and carried her off to the pool. I knew without a doubt she was my perfect little girl, but was I the perfect Daddy for her?

CHAPTER22

The next two weeks flew by in a blur. Kyler and I spent every second together. When he worked, I was on the couch enticing him or under his desk, being naughty and pestering him. We went to his office on the third floor, and I met his staff. They all seemed to know more about me, and it made me happy his people knew who I was to him. I wasn’t some little secret he kept locked up in his apartment.

We went down to the casino in Quad I late one night for dinner at the twenty-four-hour diner. We had a team of security around us, but it didn’t deter me from eating a hamburger bigger than my whole head and people watching. Daddy was getting as good as me at making up stories about the people who gambled at eleven o’clock in the evening.

Daddy found my anticsamusing.I loved making him laughed, he had a bright deep laugh, and it hit him like he had no control over it. I had the magic touch to make Daddy happy. After another outing to Kyler’s office downstairs, we made a detour and stopped into a small boutique.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Grant.” A tall woman with long blond hair and high and deep-set eyes greeted Kyler as we walked in. “This must be Ms. Rayna.”

“Hello Ms. Benes.”

Instead of rows of hanging clothes, the showroom had little pedestals of headless mannequins in different outfits. Mostly formal silky dresses and sparkly floor length gowns. A couch was set up in the back and a few mannequins had on shorter, more playful dresses.

“Rayna.” Kyler pulled my arm to keep up with him. “Say hello to Ms. Benes,” he whispered.

“Hello.” I turned to the blonde. “Nice to meet you.”

“You, too.” She motioned for us to follow her. “I pulled a few things I thought Ms. Rayna would like based on what you described.”

She motioned for us to follow her to the back of the room. A couple of bottles of what looked like champagne and a plate full of macaroons in every color of the rainbow sat on a platter on the coffee table. They were so inviting.

“Please help yourself to refreshments.” Ms. Benes nodded and disappeared through a back door.

I turned to Kyler.

“May I, Daddy?” I whispered his name. I didn’t want to call him Daddy out loud and embarrass him.

“You may have three during our visit.” I danced on my toes. “Rayna, do you have to use the potty?”

I cringed inside. He smirked.

“No.” I pushed my lips out at him. He leveled me with a stare that scanned to the cookie table. “I’m sorry. No, Sir. I don’t have to use the bathroom. I’m just excited.”

I walked to the table and reached for a pink one, but then the purple cookie caught my eyes. I settled on the bright green one for my first choice.

“Yummy.” It was sour lime flavor and hit every tastebud on my tongue. I reached for the glass of champagne and looked at Kyler. He nodded. I took a sip. It was sparkling cider. I looked at the glass. Kyler chuckled.

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