Hummus? Seriously?
Shaking his head, guessing she hadn’t been to the store this week, he grabbed a bottle of water.
When he returned, she was slowly scrubbing at her teeth, and there was a smudge of toothpaste on her chin.
It kind of looked cute. He shook his head. Losing it here, Duke. You do not like cute. You do not like little rebels with wounded doe eyes who can barely meet your gaze.
“Come on.” He helped her stand up and turned her to the sink. “Spit,” he commanded when she stood there.
Nope. Definitely not his type.
“Drink this, little rebel.” He tried to hand her the bottle of water after she’d finished brushing her teeth.
She shook her head, wrinkling her nose.
“Sunny, drink.” He held the bottle up to her mouth and she tiredly took a few sips. Not nearly enough, but he’d let it go for the moment. As soon as she was out of the shower, he’d ensure she drunk some more.
Then he’d leave. His good Samaritan act done for the day.
Now, he just had to figure out how the hell to get her into the shower.
3
She was having the most delicious dream.
There was a really sexy man, gorgeous abs, wide shoulders, muscular arms and legs showering with her. His hands were calloused and they felt delicious on her skin. Although she wasn’t sure why he was wearing his boxers.
“Take them off.” She reached for the band of the shorts.
“Nope. They’re staying on.” He pulled his hips back while still holding her upright in the shower. She shivered. Too cold. She reached for the controls and he lightly smacked her hand.
“Owie.” It hadn’t hurt but she felt obliged to complain.
“Don’t touch the shower controls,” a stern voice said.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
He had to be a Daddy, right? That was why he was bathing her. She turned and leaned her head against his chest.
Sexy Daddy.
“Fucking Christ, this has to be retribution for all the bad shit I’ve done.”
Bad shit? What bad shit? And he really had to stop swearing.
“Baby girl, been swearing all my life. First word was probably fuck. Not going to stop now.”
“Did I say that out loud?” she wondered.
“Yes, you did.”
“Am I your baby girl?”
“For the moment,” he muttered.
Tears filled her eyes again. He was going to leave her. Like Greg.
“Aw, shit, don’t cry, sweetheart. You can’t afford to lose any more fluids.”