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Help. I hadn’t had that in a very long time. “I know,” I said, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “I promise, tomorrow morning I’ll be an open book for you, but right now, I could really use a warm meal and a soft bed.”
He nodded. “I can fulfill those requests. All done,” he said as he dropped his hand to his side.
“Thank you.”
We stared into the other’s eyes. It was an intimate moment, where words didn’t need to be spoken. I could’ve stayed like that forever, but my stomach let out a loud growl and broke our trance.
We both laughed and when we sobered, Austin said, “I’m going to get some towels for us. Stay here, and I’ll help you out.” He turned off the sprays and got up.
I wanted to groan when he opened the glass door and let in a lot of cool air.
He chuckled and thankfully was gone for no more than a couple of seconds. “Don’t worry, Miranda, I’m back.”
“Thank you,” I said, accepting the two towels he handed me.
“I’m going to go change and grab some clothes for you. Why don’t you stay there? I don’t want you to fall, and you can take your time drying off.”
“All right.” As much as I hated being the damsel in distress, I felt as weak as a newborn kitten. I didn’t trust myself to stand unassisted. So, with careful determination, I dried myself off with one and wrapped my hair in the second towel. When I finished, Austin was back at the door.
“Take my hand. I can guide you into the bedroom and help you get some clothes on.”
I did as he suggested; his hand felt extra-large compared to my small one. My thoughts went back to my fantasy, and I wondered how it’d feel to have his large hand on my body in a much more intimate way or spanking my ass. I bet it’d feel as delightful as the massage he gave me, if not better.
“Here we go. I did the best with what I had.” On the bed lay a pair of blue boxer shorts and a long gray T-shirt.
“You don’t have any women’s clothes?” I asked a bit disappointed. If I put on this outfit, I’d look like a little kid dressing up in their parent’s clothing. No one would take me seriously if I looked like a child. Then again, I had no desire to see anyone else, so this outfit would be tolerable. It was better than being naked.
“Afraid not,” he said, looking almost guilty at the fact he hadn’t been prepared for my surprise visit. “I know this isn’t ideal, but we can get something in your sizes soon. I promise.”
Not wanting to bite the hand taking care of me, I put on the clothes he had chosen. His boxer shorts were big, but they stayed around my waist. His shirt went down to my knees. It was essentially a dress.
“I feel silly,” I commented as I studied my reflection in the mirror. Previous boyfriends had been much closer to my size, so wearing an outfit of theirs was more like wearing a size too big for me—just a little baggy.
“You look adorable to me.” He stood behind me, smiling as widely as a kid who’d gotten the toy they’d been begging for on Christmas morning. “Why don’t I help you brush out your hair and then I’ll grab us some lunch. I’m starving, and it’s already past noon.”
“Great.”
He helped me back into the bathroom where he settled me on a seat in front of a table. A large mirror hung over it. “I’ll be right back,” he said, leaving the room.
Looking around, I realized this space would be perfect for a woman to use as her vanity for her makeup. The lights were extra bright, and there was enough space to lay out loads of products.
Austin was back in no time and stood behind me. “If anything bothers you, let me know,” he said, and began to comb out my tangles.
“You got it.” I closed my eyes as he went to town on my messy head of hair. One thing folks never tell you when you’re on the run is how much you’ll miss having a moment here or there to brush out your hair. Or at least, I did. My light-brown locks may not have been super long—they only reached my shoulders—but they got tangly fast.
“Where did you learn to be so gentle doing this?” I asked, surprised I wasn’t at least cringing yet. Whenever I did it, I was in a rush, so I pulled my hair into painful submission.
“Not to offend you, but I have a Thoroughbred named Juliet. She has a very delicate hide and has taught me if I don’t go slow and carefully while brushing a woman’s hair—hers included—I’m going to get in trouble.”
I giggled. “You’re comparing me to a horse?”
“Well, I wouldn’t so much as compare you personally, but my technique is the same I use with Juliet.”
I thought about it for a moment. “That’s acceptable. As long as you don’t ever say I have buck teeth or look like a horse’s ass, we won’t have any problems.” I opened my eyes and smiled at his reflection in the mirror.
“Never! You’re a beautiful woman, Miranda. If we had met under different circumstances, I would’ve tried buying you a drink and seeing if I could get you to go out on a date with me.”
“Hmmm.” With how crazy my life had been ever since that fateful day when I was twelve years old, I’d never had a guy ask me out for a proper date. I wouldn’t know how to respond. And didn’t now.
