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She squirmed as the achiness built, and her panties grew moist. She suspected there was a connection between the two—the aching and the wet state of her panties.
This wasn’t the first time she’d soaked a pair of panties in Mr. Foster’s presence.
“Still cold?” he asked.
Oh, dear. He’d mistaken her squirming for shivering.
Hanna nodded, though she was far from cold. But he couldn’t learn of the sensations driving through her, or the moisture pooling in her panties. She wasn’t ready to be so bold yet.
He placed the popcorn bowl on a table and stared at her for a long moment. “Come here, little girl.”
CHAPTER8
Ben scooted closerto Hanna and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He’d noticed her shivering, and he’d also noticed the flushing of her cheeks. Perhaps she was getting sick. Maybe she’d picked up a bug during the trip to town.
“Do you feel all right?” He placed a hand on her forehead. Hot to the touch. Feverish for sure.
“Yes, Daddy. I feel fine.”
“No, you don’t. You’re burning up.” He turned to inspect her further. Alarm and concern rushed through him. “When did this start?”
Her eyes widened. “When didwhatstart?”
“The shivering. The fever.” He placed the back of his hand to her head again. Definitely feverish. Her illness roused his protective side once more.
He would take care of her. He would make sure she got better.
“I’m not shivering, and I don’t have a fever,” she said in an adamant tone.
He arched an eyebrow, not quite believing. He pulled the blanket away and frowned. Sweat glistened on her arms and dampened her shirt. “I don’t like being lied to, Hanna. I can see that you’re feeling sick. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not sick and I would appreciate you leaving me alone. Can we please just watch the movie?”
In response to her agitation, he grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. “No.” His voice was firm. “Stay here and don’t move. I’m going to find a thermometer.”
Annoyance flashed over her features, and she soon crossed her arms. Though he was worried for her health, he almost grinned at her indignant display. She was behaving like a naughty little girl.
If she didn’t check her attitude, she would find herself over her daddy’s lap getting her bare bottom smacked.
The digital thermometer he stored in his bathroom was dead. He doubted he had the correct battery to replace it, so he grabbed a basic oral thermometer, knowing it would work just fine—if he could get Hanna to sit still for three minutes.
When he returned to the living room, she wasn’t anywhere to be seen. The blanket rested in the middle of the floor, as if she’d dropped it in the midst of a hasty escape. His right palm twitched.
“Hanna!” Irritated over her disobedience, he stalked to her bedroom.
“I’m not sick, Mr. Foster. Please go away,” she called out.
“I told you to stay on the couch, young lady. And that’s Daddy to you, not Mr. Foster,” he said as he stood outside her bedroom door. “Do you want to be in trouble, little girl?”
“I told you to leave me alone,” she said.
His temper rose at her words. “I’m coming in now,” he called. He turned the knob, thankful it didn’t have a lock on it. There wasn’t any use for locks in the house when he lived alone.
Hanna glared at him from the bed, and her startled eyes followed him as he approached. She scooted under the sheets and yanked the covers up to her neck, shaking her head back and forth in protest.
“I’m going to take your temperature and I would appreciate your cooperation,” he said. “No more running away.” He held up the thermometer. “This needs to go under your tongue for three minutes.”
She shook her head back and forth quickly as her hair flipped about her shoulders. Damn, she wasn’t going to make this easy. He grabbed her chin and pressed the tip of the thermometer between her lips. She jerked back and tried to scramble off the bed.
