Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“And how the hell do I do that?” I’m already shaking my head even though Josie can’t see me.
“You could do him a favor. See what it gets you in return.” I snort a laugh.
“Oh sure, I’ll just say, ‘Hey, Nash, how about a blowie so I can go hang out with Josie.’”
“A blowie?” My stomach drops at the sound of Nash’s deep voice behind him.
“Oh shit,” Josie says into my ear. She heard him too.
“Kill me now,” I whisper, then slowly turn around.
Nash is standing in my open door, and I swear I locked it.
“Killing you would defeat the whole point of babysitting.”
“Stop calling it that!” I shout, then Nash's long legs clear the space between us.
Before I know what’s happening, he plucks the phone from my fingers. “She’ll call you back later,” he says before ending it.
“Do you know what knocking is?” I hold my hand out for my phone, but he tosses it on my bed.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m removing the door.”
“What?”
“Not having a door will make it easier for me to closely monitor your behavior. And you have a dirty mouth for a little girl.”
“You’re being insane.” I throw my hands up in frustration. He really has lost it.
“If I’m insane, it’s because you made me this way.”
Right, as if I could have so much power over him.
“You’re not taking my door,” I say with finality. His expression doesn’t waver, and I know he’s not going to budge.
“Unless...” He looks at my mouth. “You want to do the warden a favor.”
I suck in a breath, and then it’s like he’s moving in slow motion. His hand comes up and cups my cheek before his thumb brushes across my bottom lip.
“You’ve never given a...”—he acts like he’s thinking over the word before he cocks his head to the side—“blowie, have you, little girl?” I open my mouth to respond, but his thumb pushes inside. He presses on my tongue and holds it there. “Have you?” I shake my head, and he pulls his thumb out of my mouth.
He stares at me, and I lick my lips, tasting him. “What’s happening?”
“You want to prove you’re not a little girl anymore?”
“I, um...” He lifts a brow in challenge, but I hesitate. I hate when he calls me “little girl,” don’t I? Clearly, I want him to stop even if my body is screaming otherwise. “I guess.”
“Strip,” Nash orders and steps back.
“What?”
“Strip,” he repeats, but his face is expressionless.
Fight fire with fire. That had been Josie’s advice. Nash thinks I won’t do it.
“Okay,” I say with mock vibrato and shrug like it’s no big deal.
Reaching for the hem of my sweater, I pull it off before I have a chance to change my mind. I want to curse myself for not wearing a bra, but when I’m at home, I don’t wear one. I’m a curvy girl, and by the end of the day, a bra is annoying.
For half a second, I expect him to storm from the room or tell me to put it back on. He doesn’t do anything but stand there looking at me, so I keep going. I’m calling his bluff.
I wiggle out of my yoga pants, leaving me in nothing but my socks and panties. Fuck me. I didn’t think anyone would see my panties today. They are plain pink cotton with a little bow on the top.
When Nash finally speaks, his voice is rougher than normal. “Give them to me.”
“What?”
“Your panties. Give them to me.”
Holy crap. His eyes stay locked on mine as I slip my fingers into the sides of my panties. I’m annoyed and hurt. Nash has no intention of sneaking a peek because that’s not what this is about. This is about him showing me who has the power.
Well, I’ve already come this far, so challenge accepted.
I pull the panties down my legs before stepping out of them. Once they’re off, I hold them out in front of me by the tips of my fingers. Nash’s eyes finally drop, and everything south of my belly button clenches.
Nash steps forward, snatching the panties from me, and he looks angry. His body is nearly shaking as he reaches out, and suddenly his whole hand cups my sex. “You’re bare,” he says through gritted teeth. “Just like a little girl.” He jerks his hand back, and his eyes darken. “Go to bed.”
As soon as he gives the order, he stomps out of my room and leaves me standing there naked.
I don’t know what possesses me, but I shout at him loud enough that I know he hears it. “Good night, Daddy!” I slam my bedroom door, and the sound of it echoes.
If he can call me a little girl, then I surely can call him Daddy.
Chapter Four
NASH
The sound of her voice hits me like a weight as I step into my room. My knees almost buckle at the word Daddy coming out of her mouth, and it takes all my strength not to turn around and go back to her.