Page 26 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
But still, it would be weird to not wear normal clothes ever, right?
But I have to assume this is what Nash wants me to wear while I’m here if it’s what he placed in my room. I put my clothes back in my suitcase. I might need them to go outside, but clearly, they aren’t going to be my everyday attire.
I’m about to try out my new temporary bed, when there’s a knock at my door. I go to answer it and find Brenda.
“Hi Nellie. Are things going well? I hope you found everything to your satisfaction.”
“Yeah, thanks,” I smile. “The room is perfect.”
“Good, I just wanted to tell you that lunch is ready. It’s downstairs in the dining room. Do you know where that is?”
I nod. I think I passed it on my way out last time. I’m sure it won’t be hard for me to locate.
“Good. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything from me. Just holler,” Brenda says. She walks away after that. She has to know why I’m here, so maybe that’s why she’s being so brusque?
What if she doesn’t approve? She’s being nice to me, but only in a professional way. Maybe once we talk and get to know one another, we could be friends. She probably has a lot of great insight on Nash because employees always do. There’s definitely a thing or two I could learn from her.
I go downstairs in a minute and find a plate for me at the dining table. But that’s all. I thought Nash might be having lunch with me, but he’s nowhere to be found.
Brenda didn’t mention anything about Nash’s presence, so maybe I was too quick to jump to assumptions. I’m sure he would have come to talk to me by now if he was home.
He must be at Jaybird working then. He still has his regular job to tend to, unlike me.
I’m still getting used to the thought of this plaything position. What does it mean? Is it even a real job? It sure doesn’t feel like ajobjob.
I sit down and pick up the sandwich that Brenda made for me. I bite into it, tasting salami and tomatoes and mayo and lettuce and cheddar. There are a few other things in there making it flavorful. Honestly, it’s one of the best sandwiches I’ve ever had. I drink the water she gave me alongside it, finishing off my lunch in less than a half hour.
There’s no use kvetching about this whole situation. Lucky for me, I actually find Nash attractive. He could be an eighty year old wrinkled geezer, but instead, he’s a commanding alpha male.Andhe’s giving me money above and beyond what I could have ever expected.
I take my dishes to the kitchen, but there’s no Brenda. Maybe she had something else to do. I don’t really want to do any exploring, so I decide to go back up to my room.
When I get there, I immediately fall into bed. I didn’t sleep very well last night, so it’s actually a good thing that Nash isn’t here. It gives me a chance to take a nap.
My eyes flutter close, and less than two minutes after my head touches the pillow, I’m out.
The dream I have isn’t particularly coherent. I get flashes of that first night I spent with Nash. The hot tub, his perfect body, the feel of his huge tool against my leg, inside of me, and then collapsing against him after we finish. Then we’re in his room. I’m pretty sure he carried me upstairs, but I don’t know for sure. I basically fell asleep in the hot tub after we were done. He used me so thoroughly that my brain wanted to shut off right then and there.
In my dream, I’m facing him, lying in the bed, and he’s facing me. I can’t tell if this is a memory or just a dream. It feels as vivid as something that actually happened, but it’s not something I can recall with any clarity.
I’m mumbling incoherent things, not making much sense, and Nash is watching me, a sweet smile on his face. He brushes some hair out of my face.
“I like you more than I’dliketo like you Nellie,” he admits. I grunt back at him, and his smile grows. “There’s something I want to tell you,” he whispers. He goes quiet before his mouth opens, but suddenly, I’m back in my room, my dream interrupted by a knock on the door. I look around, and the lighting has changed. It must be evening now.
I rub my eyes, wondering what in the world I was dreaming about. I don’t think that actually happened. I feel like I’d have remembered that. My brain is probably just filling in my life the way I’d like it to be, with Nash and I acting like a real couple, as opposed to being in this bizarre situation.
Not that Itotallymind about the dream. It was nice while it lasted even if it was fake.
Whoever is at my door knocks again.
“Coming!”
I get out of the bed and answer the door. It’s Brenda again.
“Hi, Nellie. I just wanted to let you know dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes. Mr. Keller will be joining you tonight.”
“Okay, thank you.” Brenda nods and then walks away. I close the door and lean against it. Nash must be home, and I’m going to see him in thirty minutes! I need to get myself cleaned up and presentable. I’m sure I look like an absolute mess just waking up from a nap.
I go to my suitcase and take out a dress I brought. I don’t think I’m ready to wear nothing but lacy lingerie. Plus, what if Brenda is still here? It’ll be weird walking around practically naked in front of her.
