Daddy's Adorable Assassin (Daddy's Little Deviants)

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome. Now get ready and wait downstairs until I’m finished. I won’t take long.”

When Hunter left, I pulled off his shirt and got out a fresh pair of underwear. Maybe we could buy some pretty ones today after we saw the dietitian. He must care about me to go to these lengths to make sure I was healthy and happy. The stomach pains from last night were completely replaced by butterflies.

Until I saw the picture of his wife on the mantel. I picked up the photo. She’d been a beautiful woman with her flowing honey-blond hair and wide smile. She couldn’t be any different from me, with her big breasts and curvy waist. Was this the kind of woman Hunter enjoyed?

I raised my arm and frowned. I’d always thought my lithe body was indicative of beauty. Mother had always made it seem that way. What if Hunter didn’t like skinny, flat-chested boys?

“Are you ready?”

Hunter’s footsteps came down the stairs. I put the photo back and met him at the foot of the stairs with a smile that hid everything about the insecurities warring inside me.

“Don’t you look nice,” he said.

Nice. Nice might as well be ugly. It was a bland word that was polite rather than complimentary. I would never get him to make love to me if he continued to see me as nice.

“Daddy, can we go shopping after we see the dietitian?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Sure thing. I was going to suggest it anyway.”