Page 19 of Daddy's Little Survivor

"You're okay," Michael whispered again.

The more he talked, the calmer she got and the more she became aware of her surroundings. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and she could feel the little hairs on his chest on her breasts.

Monroe held her breath with that thought.

She could feelhischest hairs onherskin. Her eyes went wide when she realized she didn't have anything under her onesie. Monroe was completely naked from her waist up and she was pressed up against Michael.

She screwed her eyes shut and tried to come up with a plan. How was she going to get out of this? He had to know she didn't have anything under her onesie once he’d helped her take it off. Why didn't he say anything? Did he want to cop a feel?

Monroe pushed against his chest and fell off his lap. She scrambled to grab the top of the onesie and fit her arms through the holes, but it didn't work. Her hand got stuck, her chest on full display in front of Michael.

Tears of frustration filled her eyes as she continued to struggle to get her arms through the armholes and zip it back up. Why wouldn't this stupid thing work? Why did it have to get all tangled up when she needed it to cover up the most?

"Let me help you," Michael said.

Monroe shook her head and scooted back, trying to get out of his reach. She didn't want to be near him right now. She didn't want to be touched.

She was so focused on trying to get her arm in the sleeve that she didn't realize Michael was slowly moving toward her. He gently grabbed her sleeve and helped her arm push through.

Staring at him while he helped with her other hand, she realized he wasn't looking at her boobs but was staring intently at where her arms were to help get them through the tangled sleeve.

It calmed her down some when she realized he wasn't looking at her, but she still didn't want to be near him right now. She was starting to get overwhelmed, and wanted to be alone to think things through.

Michael slowly zipped her onesie up all the way and made sure none of her hair was in the way.

"There. All covered up," he said as he sat back.

They both stared at each other for a couple of seconds before Monroe moved back toward the corner. She brought her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she continued to look at him.

"I'm going to go make breakfast. When you're ready to eat, I'll have it ready for you," he said.

Monroe stared at him as he got up from the ground and started to walk away.

"Do you want anything to drink? Water, milk, or apple juice?" he asked right before he moved out of her sight.

She wanted to tell him yes because she was so thirsty, but that could wait. First, she needed to wrap her mind around everything that had just happened and figure out the next step.

"No," she whispered.

"No, thank you," he said.

She looked at him weird. Why was he saying that? He didn’t have anything to say no to or thank you.

"Manners," he replied.

"No, thank you," she said.

Jared hadn't minded when she didn't use manners because she didn't talk much or really interact with him. She didn’t know how she felt about that. While it threw her off , it also made her feel at ease in some way.

"I'll be in the kitchen when you're ready for breakfast," Michael repeated before he disappeared into the kitchen.

Monroe stared at the empty space where he used to be. What all had just happened? He’d seemed so calm through everything while she was a train wreck. Did he know that was all going to happen or did he have experience?

So many questions swirled through her mind that tears of frustration overwhelmingly filled her eyes. She just wanted all this to be over. She was so tired.

Leaning her head against the wall, she closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. She didn't know what she was going to do and that worried her. The past four—almost five—days she hadn't had a plan and it was starting to catch up with her.

What if Jared was right behind her the whole time? What if he was waiting for the perfect moment to come out and grab her?

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