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“Oh.” She didn’t know what to say to that. “I do have to use the … potty.”

She caught the look of dismay on his face. She knew it was because she was intentionally trying to sound like a young girl.

He pulled the blanket to the foot of the bed and helped her sit up and slide to the side. The room tilted for a moment until she got her bearings. It was when she went to stand that she noticed she had a shirt on and guessed it was his by the size.

She swallowed to hold back her panic. “Why am I playingdress-up?”

“I changed your clothes when you got here because I wanted you to feel comfortable.”

She didn’t have to pretend to be embarrassed and knew a blush had covered her face. “You saw me naked?”

“No. I kept your panties on,” he said.

Her eyes narrowed for a moment because of the smirk on his face. “You saw my boobies.”

She hadn’t meant to raise her voice, but it only made his smile grow.

“Yes, and I think they are very nice … boobies. I look forward to touching them after we’re married.”

Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she pressed her lips together. If or when they got married, he would be able to touch every part of her. He would be the type of man who would own her, and she didn’t know how to feel about that.

“If you feel up to it, I’d like you to get dressed and come down and meet my father. I’ll want you to come back up to this room, though.”

“I feel fine,” she said.

“Right now, you do, but that could change.”

“I think I’ll shower then.”

“That’s fine. I’ll go into my room and shower and meet you back here,” he said.

After she closed the door to the bathroom, Laila leaned against it and sighed. There was so much going on in her head. Anger that her father had drugged her, anxiety about being in a new place with new people, and happiness that her soon-to-be husband was very handsome and nice. Not many men would have stayed with her the whole time. Embarrassment was the leading emotion now. She’d never had anyone see her naked since she was three years old, and that had been the old woman that was her nanny. She guessed her blush wouldn’t subsideanytime soon, especially when she was around him. She also got the feeling he was seeing through her attempt to act young. She’d see how things went in the next few days.

Laila knew she had to get in the shower because her legs were still weak, and she didn’t want to fall. It didn’t take her long, and after drying off, she wrapped the towel around her torso and started to comb through her hair. She wished she had her own products, but she’d make do.

She turned on the hair dryer she found. A startled scream came from her when the door opened. She relaxed when she saw Roland and turned off the dryer.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said. “I wondered if you wanted me to choose an outfit for you and get all the girly products you brought?”

Laila nodded. “That would be great.”

His eyes went up and down her body, and then he smirked. It was only then that she remembered she was standing in a towel. She grabbed onto it with both hands and felt her face heat with a blush again.

He walked out smiling, and her eyes narrowed when she heard him chuckle. She turned back to her hair and started drying it more. It was super thick, so it took a lot of time.

He walked back in with some clothing over his arm and a box of her things. He set that on the counter and then held up a pretty sundress. She was pleased because it was one of her favorites.

A gasp came from her when he held up a set of panties and a matching bra. She tried to snatch it from him, but he held it up, making it impossible for her to reach. Her eyes narrowed again, and she waited. He smirked and held them out to her.

“You know, pretty soon, I won’t allow you to hide from me,” he said.

“I’m not going to walk around naked,” she said.

“In our bedroom, you will.”

She pressed her lips together to prevent herself from yelling at him.

“Can I get dressed?” she asked.

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