Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“You can put your undies in here. The drawer below is empty.”
“You don’t have very many things in there,” she said in surprise.
“How many pairs of jeans and T-shirts does a man need?”
She shrugged, not knowing the answer. Molly told him, “Thank you.”
“Of course, Pixie.”
Molly gasped as he scooped her practical cotton panties and bras out of the corner of the suitcase and put them in the dresser.
“I’ve touched your pussy, Pixie. I think I’m allowed to touch your underwear,” Faust reminded her.
She watched the corners of his mouth curve upward. Giggles burst from her mouth as her tension evaporated. When he joined her laugher with a deep chuckle of amusement, Molly loved it.
I love him.
Trying to hide her shock at that realization, Molly busied herself with emptying the suitcase. Faust didn’t ask her any questions, but she caught him watching her. She thought about telling him but didn’t know how to do it. What if he didn’t feel the same about her?
When the suitcase was empty, Molly allowed Faust to guide her into the bathroom. Seeing a cup with a solitary toothbrush, she realized she’d forgotten hers.
“Oh, no. I didn’t bring my toothbrush,” Molly lamented. She’d have to grab one on the way home.
“I’ve got you, Pixie.” She watched him open the bottom drawer. Inside was a jumble of toothbrushes.
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Purple.”
“You’re in luck. I have one here,” he said, plucking up a package.
“Did you rob a dentist?” she asked, looking at all the toothpastes, mouthwash mini bottles, and floss. So many different types of floss.
“My dad’s a dentist. He sends me a box of supplies every so often. Help yourself to anything you like.”
“Thank you. I can’t stand not to have clean teeth,” she confessed.
“You can thank my dad someday when we visit my folks. I’m going to raid the Little supply closet for bubble bath and whatever else catches my eye. Potty. I’ll be back to help you in the bathtub.”
“Can I go?” she blurted.
When he raised one eyebrow in a silent question, Molly said, “I’ve never seen supplies for Littles. What’s in there?”
Faust looked at his watch and then back at her. “Five minutes when we get there. We can go back and explore later if you don’t have enough time.”
“Okay!” she said, trying not to bounce up and down.
Shaking his head, Faust walked over and started the bathtub. He adjusted the temperature before holding out his hand to her. “Let’s go. It’s right across the hall.”
She dashed to his side and squeezed his hand. Together, they negotiated their way out the doorways and into the hall. There, Molly took several quick steps to keep up with Faust’s long strides as they turned the corner.
“You have long legs, Daddy.”
“I do. It’s right here.”
When he opened the closet door at the end of the hall and switched on the light, Molly crowded in front of him. As she tried to take in all the different items included in the supply cabinet, Molly knew her eyes had widened to their absolute limit. Pacifiers. Sippy glasses. Oh, shit—a set of anal plugs.
“Do you want bubblegum, strawberry, or lavender bubble bath?” Faust asked.
“Wow. Lavender,” she replied, amazed she had a choice.
“What else would you like, Pixie?”
“Oh, I don’t need anything.”
“Let’s get you a cup. Want kitties, flowers, or kisses?” he asked.
“Kisses.”
Faust dropped a kiss on the top of her head and reached over her again to scoop up a pink cup with lipstick prints all over it. Molly tried not to look at a pacifier on the second shelf. She’d always wanted to try one. That one was pretty. It was purple with a pink ring.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, stepping back to leave.
“I think we need a few more things.” He picked up a set of bath toys featuring mermaids and floating shells, a Little girl alert doorhanger, a fancy hair clip, and his hand hovered over the purple and pink pacifier. “Will you try one of these for your Daddy?”
She nodded so hard she thought her head might pop off.
“Good girl. Ready for your bath?”
“Let’s go!” she encouraged, remembering the water gushing into the tub.
“Hang this on the door for Daddy. I have my hands full,” Faust requested, wiggling the Little girl alert sign. As she hooked it on the doorknob, Molly noticed several doors already had them.
“We’ll write your name on the dotted line tomorrow,” he told her.
She grinned at him as he opened the door and ushered her inside. The bathtub was about half full when they reached it. Faust set the items they had gathered on the vanity before moving to the side of the tub. After testing the temperature with his hand, Faust proclaimed it almost perfect and adjusted the water a bit before pouring in some bubble bath.
Immediately, the floral scent filled the room. Molly inhaled deeply and couldn’t wait to get in the tub. Figuring she needed to do something, Molly stepped out of her shoes and picked them up, wondering what to do with them.