Preacher's Daughter - Flora Ferrari Page 0,28
last night gave me Faith and a whole new taste for her. Not something I think I’m gonna be prepared to leave unexplored for a while yet.
A part of me wants to open the case, to have a look. But I shake my head and push that idea away. No good can come of it. It’s not mine and I’ll be glad to see the back of it when all this is done.
Then what?
Then I guess it’s up to Faith where she wants to go and what she wants to do. I was a free agent, but now there’s two of us, I’ll leave it up to her to decide what she wants next.
For now, I want to enjoy her. Enjoy us and then we’ll just see what happens.
Before dialing up any food, I decide to stay fresh for my girl and grab a shower, the suite having a choice of bathrooms too.
The tub is Olympic-sized, and I examine it while I shower then slip into one of the fluffy robes provided.
I order breakfast, to be sent up in a half-hour and a couple of dozen roses too sent up on the double.
Setting the tub to a slow fill I hope that Faith likes the idea of a relaxing bath once she wakes up.
Hovering by the door, I manage to catch the room service with the roses before they ring, and set to work laying as thick a trail as I can from our bed to the bath for her.
The tub’s full and still hot, so we have some time yet.
As if on cue, I hear Faith exclaiming out loud just as the door chimes.
Breakfast is about to be served, and with a bubble bath waiting for my angel to follow.
Chapter Fifteen
Faith
The sound of the bell makes me open my eyes, even though I’ve been half awake and listening for a while. It sounds like a bath is running somewhere, and I hear Noah whistling to himself quietly, moving around the suite.
There’s a smell of roses and his natural fresh, woodsy smell too so I decide to keep my eyes shut tight.
Not wanting to ruin the surprise, I know he’s been busy while I’ve slept.
I certainly don’t look like a princess, seeing my reflection in the ceiling to floor mirrors opposite the bed, but I do feel like one once I see all those rose petals.
I find a robe in the bathroom adjoining the bedroom, and slipping it on, I step out wide-eyed into the lounge area, following the trail I know he’s laid out for me.
I can hear voices before I get there, smell the fresh scent of croissants and bacon too.
Breakfast and a bath?
Noah really is a mind reader. I don’t think my first time could have been managed more perfectly.
What I don’t expect to see is a maid in a very short dress she’s spilling out of, huge hair, and a chest that makes mine look like an A cup.
I make my appearance just as Noah opens the door. Blonde bombshell-maid Barbie looks up at me first, then with a cocked brow eyes Noah up and down as she wheels a large trolley covered with silver domes into the room.
“Faith!” Noah exclaims, coming over to me, kissing my cheek only because I turn my face from his. “I thought you were asleep still,” he murmurs, gripping both my hands.
“Honey, what is it?” he asks, totally oblivious to the eyes that woman’s making at him.
She wheels the cart into the center of the room, and checking her face in one of the domes, she clears her throat.
Noah shoots her a quick and very annoyed look.
“Will there be anything else, Mr. Templeton? I could make up your bed while your daughter has her four hourly feed,” she drawls languidly, moving her eyes up and down my thickly robed frame, making me clutch it at my throat.
“Excuse me?” Noah says, dropping my hands and turning on the woman, looming up with that shape he makes when his whole body tenses.
His ‘I’m about to kill somebody’ pose.
“I mean, I thought you might like your room made up while your daughter has breakfast is all. You could come show me just how you want it,” she adds, sounding sluttier than I could ever even try to.
Sluttier then anyone could, even if they were really trying.
Noah makes for the phone, holding his hand up to me in a silent and solid gesture to stay put.
Slutty Barbie holds her hands up in resignation, backing