Chapter 5
Lacy stepped off the elevator on the second floor and glanced in both directions before hurrying down the long hallway.
She felt the same nervous excitement she’d felt during her first year of college when she’d snuck down the hallway to her then-boyfriend’s room.
Women weren’t allowed on the upper floors of the dorm without an escort, but she’d wanted to surprise her boyfriend.
She wasn’t expecting to be the one surprised when another woman answered her knock and told her that her boyfriend was in the shower, and that they would be going out as soon as he finished.
Lacy left and never spoke to him again, not that he’d tried too hard.
Two ignored phone messages and he stopped trying to contact her.
Would this weekend end in the same way? With her nursing a dented and bruised heart? Or would Drake prove to be the man, the Daddy, that she’d been dreaming of? Only time would tell.
“Two-oh-two,” she whispered as she reached the last door at the end of the hall.
It took three swipes before the light on the card reader turned from red to green and the lock clicked. Was the door trying to tell her she shouldn’t be here? Or was it just her own nerves speaking to her?
On entering the room, she noted it was the same layout as hers, only with one king-size bed instead of two queens. Drake had left the lamp on the desk glowing, turning the white walls gold.
Lacy went to the windows on the far wall and pulled the drapes closed. No need to advertise her presence in his room. Turning, she froze.
What was she supposed to do now? It would be at least another hour and a half before Drake showed up, and she felt strange being in his room all alone. She yawned and stretched, then decided laying on the bed watching television wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
After slipping off her shoes beside the dresser, Lacy picked up the remote and crawled onto the bed and to the center of the big mattress. Turning on the television, she began flipping through the channels until she found an old musical.
She grabbed a pillow and pulled it under her head, smiling when she realized it carried Drake’s scent on it. Hugging it close, she curled up and settled in to wait for his return.
Though the movie was one she loved and had watched numerous times over the years, it did not hold her attention.
In fact, the music lulled her and she found her eyelids growing heavy.
She thought about getting up and pacing the room, but her body refused to cooperate with the idea.
Instead, her eyes closed one last time and she drifted off to sleep.
Her last thought was to hope that her falling asleep did not offend Drake when he arrived.
Drake hoped the door to his room with a sigh. The party was supposed to have broken up an hour before, but the die-hard partiers refused to leave until the DJ was packed up and the last decorations were taken down.
Entering his room, he secured all the locks, including the interior one he kept packed in his suitcase for every trip and hotel room he stayed in.
Turning, he frowned when he heard gunfire and bombs going off. Was his Little girl watching a war movie?
Walking past the bathroom and entering the main part of the room, he checked the television screen and shook his head. Not a war movie, but an action thriller that was just as violent.
Looking at the nightstand, and over at the bed, he did not see the remote. Then he looked at Lacy and found she was holding the black plastic rectangle to her chest as if afraid someone would take it from her.
Instead of slipping it from her grasp and turning off the television, Drake was caught up in admiring the beautiful woman who looked so young and innocent as she slept.
Needing to join her in dreamland, Drake carefully slipped the remote from her grasp and turned down the television so it was barely audible as he continued to watch Lacy.
She shifted and frowned, but then she settled and her expression smoothed out again.
Returning the remote to the dresser, Drake headed to the bathroom.
He needed a quick shower to wash away the sweat, and dozen or more different perfumes that he’d picked up while dancing.
There was no way he would crawl into bed with Lacy while smelling of other women.
He pulled on a loose-fitting pair of knit shorts and then brushed his teeth and combed his hair so the curls were somewhat organized. Not sure if Lacy would be afraid of waking up in a strange room in the dark, he left the light in the bathroom on and pulled the door halfway closed.
Returning to the bed, he shook his head when he saw that Lacy was still wearing all her clothes. She couldn’t be comfortable. But if he woke her enough to change her into one of his t-shirts, would it scare her fully awake?
“Lacy,” he whispered as he rubbed a hand up and down her arm. “Can you wake up enough to get changed into a sleep-shirt?”
She turned her head and smiled as her eyes opened halfway. She looked drunk, even though he knew she had not had anything alcoholic.
“Hi,” she breathed with a wide smile.
“Hi. How about I help you change into something more comfortable? Then you can go back to sleep.”
“Okay.” Lacy nodded as she flopped over onto her back. She giggled as she looked up at him.
Drake took her hands and helped her sit up. “Arms up,” he said, pulling them over her head.
Pulling her shirt over her head, he left her bra in place then dropped his t-shirt over her head. All while trying not to look too hard at her nearly naked upper body.
“Bra off,” she stated as he tried to thread an arm through the sleeves.
Though he’d been planning to leave her bra and panties on, he studied the bra and opened the front clasp for her. Once it was open, he held his hands away from her as she struggled to remove the lace and elastic garment.
He forced himself not to study her breasts, though even a few glances in the near darkness provided him with the memory of perfect high-and-tight, pink-tipped mounds. Drake forced himself to look away as he pulled the shirt down and covered over body even as his erect cock twitched in his shorts.
“Pants off,” she ordered with another giggle as she flopped back on the bed.
“Don’t be so sassy,” Drake ordered.
Brushing her hands away, he worked the fastenings on her jeans and pulled them off her legs. He then pulled Lacy up and rearranged her so she wasn’t lying across the bed and her head was on the pillow.
After taking a moment to fold her clothes and pile them on the dresser, he rounded to the other side of the bed and crawled in. He tried to keep a good bit of the bed between them in order to not tempt himself, lying on his back, but Lacy apparently had other ideas.
She rolled across the bed until her body was plastered against his side. Laying her hand on the center of his chest, she kissed his upper arm and sighed. “Night, Daddy.”
Tilting his head, he brushed a kiss on the top of her head with a smile. “Good night, Lacy-girl. Sleep well and have beautiful dreams.”
Another sigh was her only response.
Drake only wished he could fall asleep so easily. It had been a long time since he’d spent the night with someone else in his bed. Especially such a lovely Little girl.
Closing his eyes, Drake took slow deep breaths and tried to clear his mind of all thoughts. But he could not stop trying to figure out how to keep the lovely woman in his life once the convention was over.
Would she be interested in a long-distance Daddy?
Could he be one? God help him, he wanted to try.