Page 266 of Santa Daddies
He snorted. “You can stare at my dick all you like. I was just joking. You’re thirsty?”
She nodded.
“Get back into bed. I’ll go get you a drink.”
“I can get it,” she protested.
“Baby, stop arguing and do as you’re told.”
With a huff that turned into a slight cough, she climbed back into bed.
He eyed her for a moment before placing the back of his hand on her forehead.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Just checking that you didn’t have a temperature. You sound all stuffed up.”
“I think it’s just one of those things that will blow over quick.” She hoped so anyway.
“I’ll get you some cold meds. Stay in bed.”
So bossy.
But she’d also never experienced this level of care before from a man. George would have told her to go to another room so she didn’t infect him. And then he would have proceeded to moan the entire time that she was sick that he had to do everything.
Anson returned with a bottle of water and some pills. She swallowed the pills with a grimace. Her throat felt raw.
“Thank you,” she said. “What time is it?”
“Just after three.”
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry I woke you up. Go back to sleep.”
“I’ll go back to sleep once you do,” he told her firmly. “And in the future, if you ever wake up scared or feeling unwell, wake me.”
Alice shook her head. “I can’t do that.”
Would she even be with him in the future?
Lord, she hoped so.
“You can and you will.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Now, do you need anything else? To pee? Another drink? Another pillow?”
“No.” She bit her lip.
“Alice. No lying.”
“Have you seen Lola?” she asked.
He pulled Lola out from between the pillows and handed her to Alice.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Anything for you, baby.”
The next time she woke up, she was on her own and she actually felt better than she had during the night.
Thank goodness.
