Chapter 39 #2
"I know. We may have only had a night together, but I know you cared about my pleasure, not just yours.
" She winks and then bites down on her lower lip.
She leans forward and whispers in my ear.
"I can still remember your tongue inside of me.
" She blows and then nibbles on my earlobe.
"Sometimes when I'm horny and masturbate, I think about you inside of me, fucking me until I came, and then I think about the way I rode you and how big you were.
Shit," she says. "Maybe I want to ride you again.
" She steps back slightly and licks her lips.
Canyon makes a face. "Mommy, I'm hot. You were pressed up against me as you were whispering into Daddy’s ear.”
“I was just telling him what you like to eat,” Karen says, winking at me. “And reminding him what he liked to eat. Wasn’t I?”
She licks her lips again, and I just nod. As much as I love Canyon and want to get to know her, I definitely do not want to go back down that road with Karen.
"You know what? I do like tasty meals," I say. "Are you hungry, Canyon?"
"I would love a burger and fries and a milkshake. Can I have a milkshake, Mommy?"
"You can. I mean, if your dad says it's okay."
"I don't see why not," I say. "Would you like to join us, Karen?"
She looks at me for a few seconds and then shakes her head. "Unfortunately, I still have to pack and get ready. The Great Boudini wants me to pick some stuff up at CVS." She wrinkles her nose. "A lot of Pepto-Bismol and Immodium. He gets the runs in foreign countries supposedly."
"Well, that sounds like a delight," I say, and she frowns.
"Yeah. Not the most enjoyable part of my job. There's nothing like being stuck in a small car with a man that farts all the time."
"Yeah, that doesn't sound too enjoyable."
"I constantly have to tell him that maybe he shouldn't eat so much Mexican food. He loves his beans."
I press my lips together, and she chuckles. "Well, anyway, come on, Canyon. Give Mommy a big hug and a kiss.”
I let Canyon down, and she runs over to her mom and wraps her little arms around her mom's legs. Karen picks her up and holds her tight and swings her around.
"I love you, my darling Canyon. You be good for your daddy, and I will call you tonight."
"Okay, Mommy," Canyon says, with a small nod. "I'm going to have so much fun with Daddy.”
“Yes, you will. Okay, well, I guess this is my cue to leave. Don’t forget, her bag's downstairs in the lobby."
"Sounds good," I say, nodding. I step forward and hold my hand out awkwardly to Karen.
"Your hand?" she says, chuckling as she grabs me and pulls my face to hers and gives me a big, sloppy kiss.
She presses her body against mine and reaches her hand down and squeezes my ass.
She rubs her belly next to my groin area and pulls back.
“Someone feels happy to see me.” She winks at me and gives me another slobbery kiss. “Okay, I should go now.”
I don’t have the heart to tell her that it’s my keys she felt pressed against her. I’m softer than a ripe tomato. Nothing about her is turning me on, but I don't want to be rude.
"You have a good trip," I say.
She heads back to the elevator, and Canyon and I give her a small wave before she steps in. As she leaves and goes down back to the lobby, I look over at Canyon.
"I guess it's just you and me, kid."
Canyon nods slightly and stares at me before looking around the office. I watch as she pulls her hair up in a ponytail and crosses her arms. "I want a hundred dollars," she says, and I frown slightly.
"Sorry. What?"
"I want a hundred dollars. All my friends' dads give them money, and I want one hundred dollars."
I look down at my daughter who, just moments ago, had a soft, cutesy voice and an innocent little smile.
"I'm sorry. I'm not quite sure I'm understanding you, Canyon."
"I said I want a hundred dollars. I want to go to the toy store. Take me to the toy store."
"You just said that you wanted a burger, fries, and milkshake, and..."
"I want sushi," she says. "Like spider roll and sashimi."
"Sashimi?" I raise an eyebrow. "You eat sashimi?"
"Uh, duh." She grins. "You're rich, right, dad? That's what Mom said."
"Um, wait, what is going on here?" I stare at her in absolute confusion.
"I am seven years old and will be eight soon, and you’re my dad. We have each other’s eyes, and I want a hundred dollars and sushi."
"What about the burger and fries?"
"I don't really like burgers that much, but I love sushi. I love tuna and salmon and caviar."
"Caviar? You've had caviar?"
"Yeah." She grins. "What? Don't tell me you haven't had caviar."
"But you're seven."
"And I live in New York. My grandma says I'm a very mature seven. Remember, I'm nearly eight. So, are we going to get out of here, or what?"
I stare at her. "What is going on here?"
"What do you mean?" she says, twirling around. “Oh, didn’t I tell you? I want to be an actress when I grow up.”
“But you’re seven.”
“Yeah, but I can play Annie. Sure, I don't have red hair, but I can put on a wig, and then I can sing all the songs. ‘Tomorrow,’" she belts out and grins at me. "You look like you're going to be sick," she says. "Are you not feeling well?"
"I think that I'm just a little bit taken aback by..." Is my daughter a psychopath?
"By what?" She grins. "Don't worry. Just because I don't want a burger doesn't mean I don't love you, and it doesn't mean that I didn't ask Santa Claus for you. I truly did. I mean, I asked for a daddy and I asked
for a million dollars. Hopefully, now, I'll get both." She pauses, her lower lip trembling. "I always wanted a daddy. I just don't understand why you didn't want me."