Page 52 of Daddy's Little Foreigner

She took a deep breath. “No,” she whispered.

Part of her felt ashamed that she hadn’t eaten dinner yet but she couldn’t. She was waiting for her shift so she could have a little snack when she took her break. That was the only time she was going to be able to eat. Well, until she got paid but she couldn't exactly remember when that was. Was it this up coming Friday or was it next Friday?

"I'll make you some food and then you can go to sleep and get some much needed rest," he said.

She wanted to argue that she didn't need anything and could go to sleep, but she stopped herself. Part of her realized it wasn't going to end well if she started to argue with him over this. He wanted to take care of her and he was going to do it, with her having a hot bottom or not.

"Do you want me to carry you inside?" he asked.

She shook her head. She didn't need to be carried, but would she like to be carried in? Sure. She craved to feel his hands around her again. Sofia felt comfortable and safe in his arms, but she didn't want to exhaust him.

"Sofia," he softly said her name. "I don't appreciate it when you lie to me."

Her eyes went wide, and she looked away. She didn't want him to see her facial expressions and give anything away. That was how he was reading her, right? She honestly didn't know, and it worried her. How was he reading her so well?

"Look at me," he commanded.

She moved her head so she could look at him. He didn't look mad but actually quite calm. Was he mad at her and just covering up his emotions?

"Do you want to be carried into the house?" he asked.

She was about to shake her head no again, but he stopped her.

"I didn't ask if you needed to be carried. I asked if you wanted," he said. "There is a difference."

Sofia really wanted to feel his arms around her again, but she didn't want to be a bother. She didn't want to be needy.

"Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to get out of the car and come around. I'll carry you into the house and then make you some dinner," he said. "We'll give you some pain medicine and then get ready for bed. Does that sound okay?"

She nodded her head.

"Words, Little one."

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered.

She was glad she didn't have to make the choice. It was like he knew she wanted to be carried and she couldn't verbalize it, so he just took over. Sofia waited for her Daddy to get out of the car and walk over to her side.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "If I ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable, let me know. I don't want to trigger you or make you uncomfortable."

She nodded her head, and Daddy picked her up. Letting out a sigh of contentment, she relaxed in his arms as he walkedtowards his house. She could get used to the feeling of his arms wrapped around her.

"Like that, don't ya?" he asked. "That's okay. Anytime you need some snuggles or to feel my arms wrapped around you, you just let me know. I'll gladly do it any time."

She was glad to hear that, but she didn't know if she would be able to ask him or not. It was weird to ask for a hug or to cuddle with him. It was a foreign concept for her and she didn't know if she would be able to ask him.

"If you can't ask, we could come up with a word that you say to let me know you need me," he said. "I know it can be hard for some people to say they need physical touch and if that's you, then we can come up with a word. You think on it, and when you figure it out, you let me know."

She nodded her head and relaxed even more into his arms. Sofia didn't want him to let go, but she knew sooner or later he was going to. He said he was making her dinner, and she didn't think he could make it while she was in his arms. Or if he could, it would be extremely difficult.

"I'm going to set you down on the kitchen counter," he said.

A whine escaped past her lips at the thought of being away from him. She didn't want to be out of his embrace yet.

"I know, Little one," he softly said. "But I need to make you some food real quick and then you can be back in my arms. Is that okay?"

She let out a sigh and detached herself from him as he set her down on the counter. She knew he was right that he needed to make her food, but that still didn't mean she wanted to let go of him. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so safe and secure in someone's arms. Well, she couldn't really remember a time she felt like that at all.

In Chile, she was normally safe, but that didn't mean she felt safe. She was a single woman in Chile and she worked a lot to save up the money to come here.

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