Page 98 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Darn it.

Sometimes this happened. And there was nothing else she could do except . . . sing the pee song.

“Could you, um, wait in the hallway?” she called out to him.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked.

Nothing except for the fact that she needed to sing a song to make her bladder release.

This was ridiculous!

Why couldn’t she just be like a normal person and pee when she wanted to?

“Nothing’s wrong. I just need to pee.”

“Then pee, darling.”

She could hear the amused tenderness in his voice and it made her melt.

“I have a shy bladder.”

“Do you want me to put some music on?”

“Yeah, okay,” she grumbled. Couldn’t the man just drop the food and leave?

But she heard some music turn on and sighed in relief.

Now she could sing her song.

“Do you have to pee?

When you’re sitting in a tree?

Or when you’re on the bus

In a big rush?

Do you have to pee while drinking tea?

Or watching a buzzing honey bee?

Pee, pee, pee,

Do you have to pee?”

Finally, she started to go.

Oh, thank God.

Sometimes, she panicked when she couldn’t go, worried that she wouldn’t be able to let go at all.

After flushing and washing her hands, she attempted to brush her hair and pull it up into a ponytail. Then she grabbed her bathrobe and drew it on. It was a bit old and threadbare, but it was also soft and cozy.

Stepping out into the bedroom, she eyed Corbin. He was standing between her and the bed.

“Um, thanks for the food,” she said, stepping farther into the room.

Why did he seem so intent?

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