Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“Okay, but just one thing.”
“What’s that, Giggles?”
“Can you order Chinese instead? I’ve been craving chicken fried rice for days.”
He smiled. “Definitely.” He turned her in the direction of the short hallway that surely led to her bedroom and gave her bottom a pat. “Jammies. I’ll handle the Chinese.”
She smiled back at him as she padded from the room. Her smile lit up his whole life. She was it for him, and he didn’t think it was going to take too long to prove that to her.
Chapter Six
Aria was trembling as she entered her bedroom. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She’d been so skeptical this morning. What a difference a day made.
As soon as she stepped into her room and shut the door, she let out a quick, “Shit.” Her room was a disaster. Clothes everywhere from when she’d been trying to choose what to wear this morning.
She started rushing around, snagging everything. Her clothes weren’t even on hangers. They were just tossed on the bed and over the back of a chair. She grabbed the pile, hurried to the closet, tossed it all in, and shut the door.
Next, she sped back over to her bed to make it. If he was serious about coming into her bedroom and bathroom, she didn’t want him to think she was a slob. She wasn’t. Not ordinarily. Only on the days when she fretted hard about what to wear on a very important date with a man she really liked. Which didn’t happen often. Well, never.
Overheated from all her exertions and nervousness, Aria rejected the PJs she’d worn that morning, choosing instead a cooler summer set. She headed for the bathroom where she quickly removed her T-shirt and bra and pulled on the jammies over her panties. They were a lightweight, comfortable cotton. Pastel pink with tiny white polka dots all over them. Shorts and a camisole.
As soon as she was dressed, she picked up her brush as she glanced in the mirror. “Shit,” she repeated. She should have left her bra on. What had she been thinking? Her nipples were hard points he would not be able to miss.
“He’s going to see you naked in a while anyway, Giggles,” she murmured before giggling at her use of his nickname for her.
“Aria?”
She jerked her head toward the door to the bathroom to find Cameron standing in the frame. He was grinning. “Sorry. I knocked and called out your name, but you didn’t respond.”
Her cheeks heated. “Did you hear me talking to myself?”
“Uh, yes. I also heard you cuss. Twice to be exact. You weren’t quiet when you blurted out the first shit when you entered the room.”
Her heated cheeks caught on fire as she lowered her gaze.
He came all the way into the bathroom and took the brush from her before carefully pulling it through her hair. “We better start compiling a list of real rules. The first one will be no cussing. Little girls don’t cuss.”
She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.” The way she so reverently referred to him as Sir stunned her. It had slipped out.
He kept brushing. “How about you try, ‘yes, Daddy’?”
She licked her lips. “Yes, Daddy.” It sounded kind of nice. She shivered as soon as the words left her mouth.
“I like that, Little one,” he praised, still brushing. “Now what were you mumbling about me seeing you naked, Giggles?”
Should she tell him? He was so bossy, and she found she kind of liked it. “I was thinking I should have left my bra on because…” She glanced at her chest. “Well, this camisole isn’t hiding anything.”
“That’s true, and I’d rather you not hide anything from Daddy anyway. You’re a very attractive woman, Aria. I’m going to enjoy seeing your body. This tiny shirt and these little shorts are so tempting they’re almost more enticing than if you were wandering around naked.”
Her breath hitched. She’d never thought about her jammies as being sexy, but if Cameron thought they were then who was she to argue?
Cameron set the brush down, gathered her hair up on top of her head, and grabbed the scrunchie off her counter to secure a high ponytail. “There.” He set his hands on her shoulders and met her gaze in the mirror. “The reason I came looking for you is because the food is already here. I wondered what was taking you so long. I was afraid you’d gotten cold feet about me staying for the evening.”
She gasped. “Was I that long?”
“Yep.”
“Well, I was cleaning up a bit because I realized you were going to see my bedroom,” she admitted.
He chuckled. “Was it that messy? The rest of your apartment isn’t messy.”
She nodded, still holding his gaze in the mirror. “I pulled out a lot of clothes this morning before you arrived because I couldn’t decide what to wear.”