Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“What temperature the bath water should be at,” he said. “I found this rubber duck that you put in the bath to measure the temperature.” He held up the duck. “But I’m not sure the best temperature for you.”
“I don’t mind,” she said with a shrug. “I can handle different temperatures fine. My skin is like rubber. Too hot or too cold, it’s all good.”
He shot her a look. “That won’t be happening.”
Right. And she should have known better than to think he would be all right with her having a bath that was too hot.
Roman was muttering to himself as he put the duck in and adjusted the taps.
“Can I have bubbles, Dada?” she asked as he tested the water by putting his elbow in.
Wow. He had this whole Daddy thing down. Had he been doing some research?
More than likely.
“Not until I’ve cleaned your knee. I’m not sure that bubbles would be good for an open wound.”
Open wound?
Wow. He ought to see some of the open wounds she’d endured without any sort of first aid.
This was nothing.
“Dada, this is just a scratch,” she told him. “It doesn’t even hurt. It will be fine with bubbles.”
“Dada will decide that, not you.”
“Somehow, I don’t think you’re going to have much to worry about when it comes to knowing what to do. You already seem to know what to do. Have you been doing some research on being a Daddy Dom?”
“Of course. I don’t like to go into anything unprepared.” Then he shot her a concerned look. “Is that weird?”
“Not to me. I like that you’re always prepared. If I’m ever stuck on an island with man-eating goats, you’re the guy I want with me.”
“Uh, I don’t believe there’s anything that you can research to prepare yourself for man-eating goats,” Roman told her.
Tamsyn nodded solemnly. “Truer words were never spoken.”
“Right, I think it’s at the proper temperature. Let’s get you undressed.”
He stood and stared at her.
Uh-oh.
Was he having second thoughts? Did he not want to undress her? What was going on?
But then he seemed to shake his concerns off.
“Arms up, please.”
She raised her arms and he drew her sweater off. Then her T-shirt.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he stated as he stared down at her breasts.
“Nah, the girls weren’t in a bra mood. They didn’t feel like being constricted. Free-the-boobie!” She pumped her fist into the air.
He gaped at her.
“Sorry. Too much?”
“Of course not. You could never be too much.”
“You’re just so sweet sometimes, you know that?”
“Only sometimes?” he queried as he lifted her off the counter.
“Yes, well, when you get all bossy that’s not very sweet,” she informed him. “You should do that less often.”
“Should I?” he mused. “I’m not so sure about that. I think if I was sweet all the time then you’d get away with murder.”
“Dada, I already know how to get away with murder and it’s not by being sweet.”
Oh shit.
As soon as that popped out of her mouth, she wished the words back. But he simply threw back his head and laughed.
Right.
It was funny.
Because she was joking.
So she forced herself to smile in reaction.
He crouched in front of her and started to undo her shoes. “Hold onto my shoulders. Good. Right foot up.” He slid off her shoe and sock. “Now left.”
Then he drew her pants and panties down, being very careful over her knee.
“Good girl. Now, I’m just going to clean your knee a bit before you hop into the bath.”
She wasn’t sure why he needed to do that, but she nodded. He grabbed a cloth and wet it, before dabbing gently at her knee.
“Is that all right?” he asked. “Not too sore?”
“No, it’s not sore at all, Dada. I really have had worse injuries.”
“I don’t like to hear that,” he told her. “And it also doesn’t matter. Because this is the injury you have right now and I need to make sure that you’re taken care of.”
More sweet.
He was killing her.
He stood and put the washcloth in the basket. They were in the bathroom off her playroom. She still couldn’t believe that these guys had created a playroom for her. It was like something out of a dream.
And she never wanted to wake up.
He took hold of her hands. “Step carefully into the bath. I don’t want you to slip. That’s it. Good girl. Now sit. How is your knee? Is it stinging?”
“No, Dada, it’s really fine. Could I please have bubbles?”
“Let me check first.” He tapped on his phone. “All right, as long as they are fragrance free.” He searched through the cupboard and drew out a bottle. Turning on the taps, he ran the water and put some bubbles in. “Although now I need to test the temperature again.”
Such a worrywart.
But he was so cute too.
And she’d never really had anyone fuss over her like the three of them did. It was enough to make a girl feel teary-eyed.