Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
She squirms and squeezes her legs together. “Please can I just go potty?”
Apparently it’s urgent.
I tug on the hem of her dress again. It’s very pretty. I know she feels pretty wearing it, or she wouldn’t have worn it tonight. It makes her feel so comfortable in her skin that she doesn’t even care that she isn’t dressed like any other female. She’s going to be frustrated when she finds out she won’t be wearing clothes any longer.
“Move your hands, Baby girl,” I command in a firm voice. “Let Papi take this dress off. You can’t hide from Papi forever.” I know human females have trouble with exposing themselves at first. It’s out of their comfort zone. They aren’t used to the custom. It’s shocking at first.
She shakes her head defiantly.
It’s hard not to smile. I don’t want her to think I’m making light of her embarrassment. I know it’s real. I’ve seen it in every single Little girl since I started my job as head doctor on the mothership.
“Are you hiding an extra arm or a third eyeball on your chest?” I tease.
She doesn’t laugh. She looks away. “I’m small, Papi. I’m not filled out like other girls. You’re going to be—”
I press my palm over her mouth, stopping her from finishing that sentence. I give her a stern look. “You are exactly perfect, Mia. Every inch of you. I don’t even care if you have a third arm or an extra eyeball. There is absolutely nothing I could possibly not love about your body. I’m already deeply bonded to you.”
I release her mouth. She’s panting as I keep talking. “I know you can feel the bond. It’s not something you can control or stop. It intensified when I nicked your fingers. It will continue to grow every day of our lives. It also makes us completely blind to each other’s possible faults.”
“I have a lot of them,” she murmurs.
I shake my head. “You have none.”
She sighs dramatically. “Look at my face! It’s covered with freckles. Those are all over my body, Surgient.”
I wince. “Please call me Papi, Little one.”
She blows out a breath as if I’ve exasperated her by changing the subject.
“I think your freckles are pretty. I can’t wait to see every single one of them. I’m going to kiss them too.”
She gasps. “You can’t kiss them. There are millions.”
“I have centuries. Watch me.”
She rolls those pretty eyes again before catching herself and sucking in a breath.
“I’m going to give you a pass on the eye rolling for now, Baby girl. But I’m going to talk that sassy side out of you.” I reach for the hem of her dress yet again.
She holds it down fiercely, blurting out, “My boobs are small, and I don’t have hips. My body isn’t sexy like other women. I’m not ready for you to see me yet.”
I hate that she has such a poor body image. I will tell her how beautiful she is every day of her life until she believes me, and then I’ll still tell her because she deserves to hear it.
“I don’t even have on a bra because I don’t need one,” she grumbles.
My heart hurts for my precious Little girl who has no idea that I love every single inch of her already. “Mia, I’m not superficial like that. It’s not in my nature. I don’t care about the size of your breasts or hips or any other part of you. I care about the twinkle in your eyes and your smile. My goal will always be to make sure you’re happy and healthy and know how loved you are. You are perfect exactly how you are.”
She stares at me. Finally, she lets go of her tight grip on the hem of her dress and lifts her arms up. “Fine.” There is defiance in her voice. She thinks I’ll be disappointed, and now she’s martyring herself to prove it.
I won’t take the bait, but I do lift her dress up and over her head without hesitation. When it’s gone, I grip her wrists and hold them with one hand above her head.
She has her eyes closed, not wanting to see my expression, not believing I could possibly find her attractive. It hurts my soul, but all I can do is show her she’s wrong.
I let my gaze slide down her body. She takes my breath away. Yes, she’s small. So damn small that I’m going to panic when it’s time to fully make her mine. No matter how many human men she’s had sex with, none of them were as well-endowed as me.
My precious Little girl is so fucking sexy there are no words, and she wouldn’t believe them anyway.
Human females have all different body types. I know this better than any Eleadian alive. Some have larger breasts; some have smaller breasts. I have no idea why females think we could possibly care what size they are or what color.