Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Oh, right. I shake myself out of my stupor and point to the locker where I put my things. I didn’t lock it. I just tucked my stuff in there. No one would bother my street clothes and my small purse.
Chase opens the door, pulls out my bag, and carries it over to me. He sits on a bench next to me and takes out my street clothes before tucking my princess dress into the bag. “Can you sit on the bench for me, princess?” He pats the bench next to him.
I shuffle closer.
He sets his hands lightly on my hips. “May I lift you, Little one?”
I nod. It’s like I’m in a dream. A fairytale. It’s surreal. I love this feeling. I realize it can’t last forever, but I will never forget this night and the kindness this Prince Charming has shown me.
Chase sets me on the bench and then squats in front of me again. “Let’s get these shoes off, yeah?”
I hold out one foot and watch, mesmerized as he gently unbuckles the clear plastic to carefully slide the shoe off my foot. It feels so good to have my tootsies released. Besides being sticky, the shoes pinched me.
“I hate shoes,” I blurt out. I have no idea why. It just comes out.
“I bet you do. They aren’t very comfortable for most people, but special princesses like you probably prefer to go barefoot.”
I smile. My cheeks heat.
After he removes my shoes, he holds up my leggings. “Can I put these on over your shorts, Little one?”
I nod and watch, transfixed as he somehow manages to hold them open so I can stick my feet in without him touching me any more than absolutely necessary.
He told me his sister has sensory processing disorder. I bet she doesn’t like to be touched. I find I really don’t mind if Chase touches me. I feel a strange electric current going through me every time his fingers graze my skin. I sort of crave his touch.
He lifts me to my feet to pull the leggings up over my hips before holding up my sweatshirt next. “Let’s swap that huge jacket for this pretty pink sweatshirt. I bet it fits better, and it doesn’t have any scratchy parts.”
I can’t take my eyes off him as he removes the jacket and sets it aside. Maybe I should be embarrassed. My nipples are so hard, and they feel sensitive against my tank top. But Chase makes everything easy.
“Arms up, princess.”
I lift my arms and let him slide the sweatshirt over my head. In seconds, it’s in place. He doesn’t even mess up my princess buns. He thinks of everything.
After lifting me back onto the bench, he unfolds my socks. “Oh, smart girl. You have special socks without seams. My sister has these.” He looks me in the eyes. “Would you like Daddy to put them on for you?”
Daddy… I can’t believe this. It’s just not possible for me to comprehend. Obviously he doesn’t mean he’s my Daddy. He’s just a Daddy. “Yes, please.” If the kindest Prince Charming I’ve ever met in my life wants to help me get dressed, I’m not going to turn him down. I’m going to soak up every moment.
He has to touch my ankles, but he’s very careful and quick to get my socks on and then my slip-on sneakers. They don’t have shoestrings or Velcro or zippers. They just slide on. Plus, they’re pink.
“Thank you,” I murmur, knowing he’s run out of things to do for me. My time with him is almost up. I bet he’ll walk me to the door because he’s so kind, but then we’ll part ways, and things will go back the way they were before tonight.
Maybe next time I come to the club, I’ll be able to look him in the eye. Maybe he’ll smile and ask me how I’m doing. Maybe I’ll be able to respond. I hope so. But I’ll always remember this night for the rest of my life.
“How did you get here, Little one?” he asks as he picks up my bag.
“Uber,” I tell him. “My phone is in my bag. I’ll have them come now.”
He sets his hands on the bench on either side of me. “How about if you let me drive you home, princess?”
I stare at him. Is he serious? “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t have to, Little one. But I’d like to make sure you get home safe. As a Daddy, it makes me uncomfortable putting you in an Uber with a stranger.”
It makes me uncomfortable too, but not as much as driving does. That scares me far more, so I don’t do it.
“How about if you swap phone numbers with Misha at the front desk? That way you will have a buddy to check in with so someone knows you’re safe. Everyone should have a system in place with a trusted friend.”