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I nodded. “I know. I was just embarrassed. Not scared.”

“Embarrassed?”

“Yeah, you’d see my butt.”

“Would seeing my butt make you feel better? It’s not as cute as yours, but if you’re feeling unsure,” he said, standing up and fumbling with his belt buckle. His grin was big and infectious and not for the first time I noticed how attractive he was.

I giggled and pulled the covers all the way over my face. “No! I’m okay! I’m okay!”

“Do you need anything right now? I imagine you're not hungry, but do you want me to put on a movie for you?” he asked, sitting back down on the bed.

“Can I have another blanket, if it’s not too much trouble?”

“Of course you can, Allyson. Nothing you ask for is going to be too much trouble, okay?”

I nodded. His words were so nice, I just hoped they were true. I was still so scared I’d be too much for him.

He stood, grabbed a blanket from the closet, and covered me with it. I was still shivering, so I snuggled deeper under the covers again. My eyes were heavy and my body hurt so badly.

“Why don’t you try and take a nap, baby? Elliot will be here soon and we’ll have you feeling all better in no time,” Bash soothed, rubbing my legs again. The pressure actually helped them not ache so badly.

“H-how do I pay Elliot? I have my debit card, but I don’t have any checks or cash,” I asked, not opening my eyes.

“You don’t worry about that, okay? That’s part of the Daddy Bash package you’ve temporarily subscribed to.”

His words were silly and I decided he was too. He pressed a gentle kiss to my head and that was the last thing my tired brain processed before I fell asleep.

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“Hey, sweet baby.” Bash spoke softly as he sat on the bed beside me. He rubbed my belly and I struggled to open my eyes. I was so hot and I tried to kick off the covers. Bash must have helped because suddenly the weight was gone. The cool air felt nice. “Her fever’s broken,” he told someone.

Finally I was able to pry my eyes open and immediately noticed Bash’s furrowed brow. He was really worried about me and that made me feel like I mattered, like I had value.

“Hey, baby, Elliot is here,” he said.

I pushed up on my elbow and Bash slid his hand under my back and helped me sit up.

“Hey, sweet girl. I heard you’re not feeling so well,” a man I didn’t recognise but knew had to be Elliot said from the end ofthe bed. He was large and broad with brown hair. I was starting to think there was a height requirement for the Daddies in this group. They were all so tall. He set his bag on the end of the bed and grabbed a light and stethoscope out.

“I have a fever and my body hurts,” I admitted.

“Yeah? For how long?”

“The fever started early this morning, maybe five-ish, but my body and head started hurting yesterday afternoon.”

I felt Bash shift beside me and I looked up at him. He was studying me with concern.

“You worked yesterday, Allyson. Why didn’t you tell us you didn’t feel well?”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to keep it from anyone. I just thought I was tired.” Oh no. Was he mad?

He bent and met my eye. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice, honey.”

Why was he apologizing? It wasn’t his fault.

“Can I check your lungs, Allyson?” Elliot asked, distracting me.

I nodded.

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