Page 118 of Daddy's Wild Girl

It seemed like everything in her world had turned on its axis. There really was a threat to her. She hadn’t believed it and she felt so stupid.

And Corbin had very nearly paid the price for her foolishness.

He could have been killed.

Flashbacks hit her hard as she washed herself in the shower, and she very nearly called out to him, wanting him with her.

Needing him close.

But she stuffed that back inside her. He’d done enough for her tonight. And she really wanted to get into her pajamas, climb into bed, and hide under the covers.

Build a fort!

She pushed that voice back into its box.

No. She couldn’t let her Little out now.

However, she was going to take the stalker seriously. She didn’t want anyone else getting hurt because of her. Obviously, her mother hadn’t created these threats, so she felt a bit bad about thinking that she had.

Shutting off the shower, she dried herself off.

“Want me to get you some pajamas?” Corbin called out.

“Yes, please.” Wrapping the towel around herself, she moved to the door. He handed her a pair of her favorite pajamas with squirrels all over them. Some of them were drinking mimosas while others were dancing and playing.

With the pajamas was a pair of pale yellow panties.

Yikes.

He’d been in her panties drawer. His big muscular hands had touched her panties.

Stop being ridiculous. They’re just pieces of clothing.

“Th-thank you.”

“I’ve got you some more things packed up, so you don’t have to worry about it in the morning. Get dressed and I’ll put you to bed.”

Put her to bed? That was a strange way to word that.

But she brushed it off as she got dressed. She was too exhausted to argue that she could pack her own stuff.

Walking into the bedroom, she found him next to her side of the bed. He’d pulled the covers down for her.

“You don’t have to do this,” she told him.

“But I want to.” He waited until she was lying on the bed, then drew the covers up. “Here you are, Little one.”

Bebe glanced up to see that he had Nutters in his hand.

She’d been sleeping with Nutters lately and obviously hadn’t put her away in a drawer this morning.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Nutters had become her guilty secret. Just a touch of who she’d been. Not enough to pull her back into that world.

But enough to help her sleep at night.

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