Daddy's Little Assistant (Daddy 9)

She reached into a drawer and pulled out a rubber band. He watched her quickly tie her hair up.

“I wish I knew how you women do that.”

“What?”

“It looked like you twisted your wrist a few times, and then suddenly there is a bun on the back of your head.”

He was pleased to see her smile.

After he turned off the water, he threw in some bath salts he’d found on the rim of the tub.

“Okay, now let’s get the bra and panties off.”

A smile crossed his face when he saw how hard she was trying not to cover herself from him.

“I am so proud of you, honey.”

She raised her face for a kiss, which he instantly gave her.

“Let’s get you in.”

Eli helped her in and then crouched by the side of the tub and reached for a sponge and body soap. He started at her shoulders and worked down. A bead of sweat slid down his back. It took tremendous effort to act blasé about being with her while she was naked.

His dominant male instincts were shouting out to take her and make her his, but he’d rather die than scare her and make her run.

“There we go,” he said as he finished. “Why don’t you stay in for a few minutes and relax? I’ll go get you something to drink.”

In the kitchen, he pressed his forehead against the fridge to help cool him off. Jesus, if he didn’t get her under him, and soon, he felt like he’d lose his sanity.

He pulled out some orange juice and filled a glass.

“Here you go. Drink all of it. You’re still a bit shaky.”

She nodded.

He took the glass when she was done and watched her relax her head back on the bath pillow and close her eyes.

While she rested, he took the glass back to the kitchen and rinsed it out. On the way back, he stopped in the doorway on what he assumed was another bedroom. He didn’t understand how anyone could live in the chaos. There were computer parts, wires, monitors on the wall and floor, and candy and chip wrappers.

He shook his head and headed back to the bathroom.

Eli leaned against the doorjamb and stared at the woman who was quickly taking his heart.

Her long, black hair, creamy white skin, and bright blue eyes tilted down for a slightly exotic look. She appealed more to him than any other woman. She had the curves most men dreamed about. He loved that he couldn’t see bones on her, just a healthy round ass, thick thighs, and a pouchy stomach.

Her breasts made saliva pool in his mouth. They were a big handful for him, and they were topped with beautiful dark-pink nipples.

He’d never seen any makeup on her face, which he was glad for because he never liked seeing a lot on a woman’s face. But then again, she didn’t need it.

“Are you ready to get out?”

She slowly opened her eyes and nodded.

Eli pulled the plug on the tub and helped her to stand before he grabbed a large towel and wrapped it around her. After he lifted her and set her on the bathmat, he ran the towel over her body, patting the moisture away.

He put the towel back around her. “Show me your room.”

He followed her into a room he hadn’t yet seen at the end of the hall.

It was exactly what he would have guessed. It was light, frilly, and had a lot of pastels. There were lacy curtains and a few stuffed animals on the bed.

“I like your room.”

She stood beside him, uncertain.

He smiled down at her. “Let’s get some clothes for you.”

She opened her closet and stepped back.

“How about a long dress?”

She nodded. “Okay.”

He pulled one off the hanger. “Now we need panties and bra.”