Page 18 of Daddy Crush (Silver Fox Daddy)

We exchanged general pleasantries, and Chloe asked, “So, you’re both here for a wax and gel manis and pedis?”

I shook my head. “Oh. There must be some mistake. I’m only here to get my nails done.”

My reaction seemed to amuse my sister, whose mouth quirked with good humor. “Uh, earth to Chloe, you are now in the presence of a genuine pussy whisperer.”

My body froze, and I blinked with bafflement, my skin prickling with alarm. What exactly did I get myself into?

Her companion regarded me with amusement. “Don’t worry, Clover. It’s just a nickname my clients gave me.” She held her palms up to me and wiggled her fingers. “When it comes to waxing, I’ve got what they call the magic touch.”

On that note, she spun on her heel and walked towards the waxing room.

We made our way past the receptionist and came to a stop in front of a discreet area with shelves lined with bottles of oils and wax. Soothing music featuring the sounds of rippling water and singing frogs played in the background, but it did nothing to set me at ease.

“Um, Chloe. I’ve never done this before,” I murmured.

“Yeah, that’s pretty obvious. Don’t worry. I’ve seen a million vaginas up close and personal. Nothing phases me,” she said.

Faith sat behind a privacy screen, and her presence was comforting, so long as she kept her eyes to herself.

“Take your skirt and underwear off and put this over your lap,” Chloe said, stepping out to chat with my sister while I got ready. Nervously, I eyed the tweezers, strips of fabric, and the melting pot full of wax. I nearly choked when I saw the menu listing how much a bikini wax cost and wondered how the average woman afforded such things regularly.

Faith and Chloe giggled quietly behind the screen, and I sat on the table, crinkly paper crackling under my ass, and placed the towel over my lap. This was truly another world, and I was here without my space suit. “I’m ready,” I called.

My body tensed and my mind cried out a warning—run.

Chloe stepped around the screen, donned in a white smock, which made her look super professional.

I blurted out, “Like I said, I’ve never had this done before. Just call me Sascrotch.”

Seeing the amusement in my eyes, Chloe laughed.

She pointed to the list of options on the wall and asked, “Did you decide which you’re going with?”

From behind the panel, my sister popped off. “We know he’s interesting, since she’s going away for the weekend with him. Question remains, is he Brazilian-bikini-wax interesting?”

My butt shifted uneasily on top of the table. “Does it hurt a lot?”

“Quite a bit, but only for a second. Here’s the deal: You put up with cramps, mood swings, and bleeding. One day, you might give birth... Women’s bodies are built to handle pain. In the grand scheme of things, it’s not so much, and the way he won’t be able to take his eyes off your pussy…” She broke into a wide, open smile. “Girl. So worth it.”

It was that plea that made me opt for the works. However, I didn’t take Chloe up on her offer to bleach my butt hole, telling her, “Thanks, but I figure one orifice is enough for today.”

It wasn’t long before Faith and I sat beside one another while having our feet rubbed, calves sugar scrubbed, and cuticles trimmed. I went for turquoise polish on my toes and bubble-bath pink on my nails. When we left the spa, arm in arm, the breeze blew up my skirt in a way that teased my lady bits in a new and interesting way.

“So, you know the plan?” I reminded Faith.

“You and Duke are at the Coffee Fest Conference, studying trends and getting to know other coffee people. You’re staying the weekend. Separate rooms, obvs.”

“You got it,” I said, my mind floundering, feeling more confused than a chameleon in a bag full of Skittles. “You don’t think I’m a terrible person?” I bit down on my lip, feeling the heat in my cheeks.

Faith came to a dead stop, rested a hand on her hip, and raised the other in protest. “Look, Clover. I get it. You don’t want to hurt Dad unnecessarily. The only reason you have to keep things secret is because you’ve spent your whole life helping our parents…”

“They help us, too!” I interjected.

Her fingers clenched. “Be that as it may, you’ve been forced into an unnatural situation, completely without the privacy normally granted to an adult. If it weren’t for that, you wouldn’t have to go sneaking around. I agree, this isn’t the point in your and Duke’s relationship when you’re ready to let the entire world know.” She touched my arm. “Your secret is safe with me, and if you’re ever ready to make how you feel for Duke public, I’ll back you every step of the way.”

A lump came into my throat. “I swear, sometimes talking to you is the only therapy I need.”

“The greatest thing our parents ever gave us was each other. I love you, Clover.”

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