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“It’s decided, then.”
“Thank you, Dallas—I mean … Daddy.”
“Do you want your new Daddy to give you a bedtime kiss?”
I like my new Daddy. He makes me feel warm and … tingly, it’s so weird. “Yes.”
Dallas—Daddy—kisses my lips. His lips are warm but his beard is tickly and it makes me giggle again.
“What do you want to do tomorrow, sweetheart? We’ll swim and we can go down to my private beach. I’ll take you out on the boat if you want.”
“You have a boat?”
“Yes. A yacht. Would you like to see it?”
“I’d love to see it … Daddy.” I’ll have to get used to calling him that.
Daddy kisses me again. “We’re going to have fun while your mom’s away.”
“I can’t wait.”
Daddy leaves me to sleep but before he leaves, he murmurs, “Me either.”
Mommy’s gone by the time I wake up the next morning.
I go downstairs. There’s a note on the kitchen counter. Layla, help yourself to anything. Have a swim if you want. I’m in my office if you need me. ~D
I open a cupboard and find some chocolate chip cookies. I can have anything I want, Dallas—Daddy—said so. I eat some cookies and get my bikini on. Then I go down to the pool and float on a blow-up dolphin.
It’s so nice here.
I feel happy. I close my eyes and float for a while.
“Hey, beautiful.”
I open my eyes. “Hi, Daddy.”
Daddy smiles. “Don’t get sunburnt. Let me put some sunscreen on you.”
I float over to the shallow end and climb up the steps. He pats the lounger next to his.
Daddy’s dressed in board shorts and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His lower arms are big and muscley and tattooed. His skin is so tan. I look pale compared to him. “Lay on your stomach,” he says.
I do and I feel his warm hands rubbing the oil onto me. His hands are sort of scratchy, like a cat’s tongue. This makes me giggle again. “That tickles, Daddy,” I laugh. I squirm a little.
“You’re so pretty, baby girl,” Daddy says. It makes me feel funny when he calls me that. Like he really is my Daddy. He’s easy to get to know because he’s so nice. I feel safe with him.
“Let me put some on your tummy.”
I turn over onto my back. I like the way his blue eyes watch me, like I’m special. Like I really am beautiful. His rough-looking dark blond beard and his big muscles make him look tough, but he’s touching me so carefully.
He starts rubbing lotion onto my shoulders and my arms. He makes sure to get every inch. Then he rubs some along the swell of my breasts, moving my bikini top so he can make sure I don’t get burned. “I’m going to take this off, honey.”
“Why, Daddy?”
“So you don’t get tan lines.”
I giggle again. He’s so funny. “But then I won’t have a top on.”
