Page 24 of Papa's Little Bride
Little flutters besiege my stomach, and I squeeze his hand as he leads me back upstairs,to show me the library, his study, the sunroom, and various guestrooms.
As we continue the tour, he explains the history behind each room and how his household functions. I listen carefully, as I plan to take the job of lady of the house seriously, even though he’s insisted that I’m his little girl. I won’t sit idle all day while the servants do everything. I’ll contribute to the runningof his estate as if it were my own, and perhaps at the end of our thirty-day trial marriage, he will view me as a helpmate and a true wife.
He’s given me the impression that he’ll want me at the end of thirty days, as long as I want him in return, but there’s always the chance he might grow tired of me or decide I’m bothersome. I can’t let that happen, and I resolve to watch my behavior—nomore grumpy mornings—and succeed in seducing him as soon as possible.
“The minister will arrive around three in the afternoon, Faith,” he says as we enter yet another guestroom. He turns and cups my face in his huge hands, and I can’t miss the longing in his gaze.
Heat pummels through me at the memory of his hardness pressing up against my sore bottom earlier. I want to feel it again,and I really, really want to touch it.
“Papa?”
“Yes, little one?”
“I hope you do not think me too bold, but I would very much like to consummate our marriage today, after we speak our vows.” I hold my breath, nervously awaiting his response.
Batting my eyelashes and giving him a coy look, I step closer, so near the front of his trousers press against my stomach.
“Please, Papa.Please.”
