Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
What did she want?
It felt like it had been so long since anyone had asked her what she wanted.
“I want to try,” she said quietly. “But I’m kind of scared.”
Would he make fun of her for being afraid?
“I can understand that. I know you’re probably worried that everything will go wrong and that maybe I’ll fire you or kick you out. But I promise not to do that. If things don’t feel right for either of us, we can stop this. No repercussions.”
He said that.
But she wasn’t sure that was possible.
However, it would only be a couple of weeks. Right?
Her car would get fixed soon and she’d be leaving.
And this opportunity might never present itself again. It definitely wouldn’t with him.
This was a once in a lifetime thing.
“I want to do this.” She gave a firm nod. “You know that I’ve never had a Daddy Dom before, though. I might get it all wrong. Mess it up.”
Standing, he gave her a kind smile.
Wow. When he smiled, it lit up his whole face. She really hadn’t thought it was possible for him to get more attractive.
But there he went, proving her wrong.
“You’re not going to mess anything up,” he reassured her.
“I don’t know. Pretty sure if anyone could mess things up it would be me.”
He grasped hold of her chin, tilting her head back.
“I don’t like hearing you talk about yourself like that.
Understand me? As long as you are honest with me, there is nothing that can be messed up.
I just need you to tell me if you’re upset, uncomfortable, in pain, or if you want to stop.
All right? I need you to tell me the truth. Can you do that?”
“I think so.”
“I know you can.”
“And will you do the same?” she asked.
“I will,” he replied firmly.
“Are you nervous?” she asked.
“No. But I was before we had this chat. I thought you might tell me to jump off the nearest cliff.”
She snorted. “Hardly. Can you keep a secret?”
“I think so,” he replied.
“Any woman would jump on the chance to have you take care of them.”
“Is that so? And it’s a secret?”
“Well, I don’t want them lining up down the driveway, do I?” She grinned as he let out a small chuckle.
“Can you keep a secret?” he asked her.
“Uh-huh. I’m great at keeping secrets.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything like this. So perhaps I’ll do something to mess up.”
“Not you. You’re perfect.”
“I am far from perfect, baby. But thank you for the vote of confidence.”
She shrugged. She still thought he was perfect.
“So what now?”
“Hmm. Well, you should get to bed. It’s well past your bedtime.”
“I don’t have a bedtime.”
“You do now.”
Yikes.
“Maybe I should have thought more before I agreed to this,” she murmured.
“Changed your mind already?” He raised an eyebrow.
“No. No, I haven’t. I shouldn’t have a bedtime unless I’m Little, though, right?”
“No, I think a bedtime is a good idea for you every night.”
“That seems unfair,” she grumbled. “What is my bedtime?”
“Ten.”
“Ten?” She gasped so dramatically that she nearly fell off the counter.
He picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom. Then he headed toward the stairs.
“I thought that was quite generous. I could make it earlier if you like.”
“No, no, ten is fine,” she said hastily.
At her door, he hesitated. “Is it all right if I enter your bedroom?”
They were really doing this, huh?
Was he planning on staying the night?
“Yes. But I need to tell you that if you’re wanting sex I don’t think I can tonight because I’m not ready and . . . and . . . I’m not really that experienced.”