Even the dress is cotton. It’s soft. Pale blue with tiny white flowers. The bodice is fitted and the skirt is loose. The truth is I’d rather see her in this than anything else she owns. So, I’m not giving her options.
This could backfire on me, but I’m praying it doesn’t. I grab a pair of white panties next and tuck the two items under my arm. When I return to her room, she hasn’t moved. She follows me with her eyes.
I head for her bathroom first and set the dress and panties on the counter. Her jeans are folded up in the corner. Fortuitous. I grab them and tuck them under my arm. As I do so, I notice her bra was folded into the jeans. The strap is sticking out. Even better. What she doesn’t have, she can’t wear.
I return to her side, settle on the edge of the bed, and hold out the stuffed animal.
Her face lights up and she wiggles her arms free from under the covers to take it from me. She pulls it to her chest. “Bunny,” she murmurs before looking back up at me. “Thank you.” Her voice is small and caught in her throat.
I cup her face and lean in to kiss her forehead. “You’re welcome, sweetie. He looked like he missed you, so I grabbed him from your apartment.”
“Bunny is a girl,” she blurts out. Her face flushes as she looks away.
My cock stiffens painfully. “My bad.” I pat the stuffed animal, Bunny, and clasped Britney’s hand. “Won’t happen again.”
She giggles. God, I love that sound.
Once again, I have to force myself to break our stare. I must leave this room. I stand, keeping her clothes from yesterday tucked under my arm. “I set some clothes for you in the bathroom so you can get dressed in the morning. Tomorrow we’ll see about getting you some new things.”
She blinks again. “You don’t have to do that.”
I lean down and kiss her forehead again, saying nothing.
I leave her, not even looking back as I close her door, but it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
Chapter 9
Britney
A ray of sun is streaming across the room when I open my eyes. For a moment I’m confused. My sheets are too soft. My pillow is too fluffy. Everything smells fresh and clean. I open my eyes wider and take in the room.
A second later, I remember. I’m at Davis’s house. It all comes crashing back to me. My boss. My fear. Sleeping in my car. Davis finding me in the parking lot. Charles. Cindy.
Shit. I take several deep breaths and inhale…pancakes? I haven’t had pancakes or even breakfast for years. My stomach growls, so I slide out of bed. When my feet hit the floor, Bunny falls off the edge of the bed.
As I grab for her, I remember more.
My God. I had a nightmare. I woke Davis. I must have cried out. I shudder at the memory of that bad dream. Mr. Lazinski’s voice. And the other man. “She’s exactly what the buyer is looking for. Young. Long hair. Small tits. Pure. Virginal.” My boss’s words linger in my mind, making me panic.
I shake the nightmare from my head and let another nightmare slide into its place. Davis was here. He brought Bunny. I groan as I remember climbing into his lap and wrapping my arms around him. I have no idea what possessed me to do that.
No one has ever come to me when I have a bad dream. Sometimes, when I was a child, one of my foster brothers or sisters might have shouted at me to stop fucking crying and go back to sleep, but no Mommy or Daddy ever came to soothe me.
I climbed into his lap on instinct, craving contact with someone kind. Now I feel like a fool. But he never once acted like he was bothered by my silly nightmare. In fact, he’d brought me Bunny. That alone tells me Davis is sensitive and thoughtful.
My stomach grumbles again, and I pad to the bathroom. When I shut the door, I see myself in the full-length mirror on the back of it and groan again. Great. I’m wearing nothing but panties and a tank top. This is what I had on while I climbed all over Davis. Jesus.
I use the toilet and then wash my hands and brush my teeth before noticing the blue material on the counter. He told me he’d left me