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“Gabriel.” The way he growled my name made it easy to picture my friend clenching his phone.
“Calm down before you give yourself a coronary. Your rainbow-braided beauty and her friend Lucia. I take it from your level of frustration that things didn’t work out yesterday.”
“She’d already left by the time I went looking and she wasn’t at the club.”
“Well, she’s on duty now.”
“Good to know. Did you call for any reason other than to bust my chops?”
The elevator doors opened on my floor and I stepped out. I couldn’t wait to see Alyssa again.
“Yeah, there are a few things I’d like you to take care of for me.”
CHAPTER 9
MORNINGS ARE FOR SUCKERS.
Alyssa
Lying there warm, curled up in the luxurious cotton sheets, it was impossible to convince my eyes to open. They held the earthy rich scent I now associated with Gabriel, adding to the allure of remaining asleep. If I could’ve stayed there forever, I would have. If I was being honest, if technology ever got to the point where I could hook my computer up to my brain so I could write my stories, I might never get out of bed again.
It was those moments between sleep and waking where I came up with some of my best book ideas—like that cozy state called to all the hidden plot bunnies in my brain. In that short amount of time my imagination was free to roam in the best directions.
Wrapped up like a burrito in hotel sheets, I pretended my date with Gabriel hadn't ended after the Ferris wheel ride. Though the last real memory I think I had of him involved begging him for an adorable stuffed purple dog, I’d imagined a whole montage of memories. Him winning me stuffies, us strolling under the stars on the boardwalk, and so many ways of us ending up doing things so wild and hot that if I was wearing panties they would be soaked through.
Even without a cyber-connected brain, I would’ve laid there for at least another few hours if it wasn't for the party killer known as my bladder. I would have dreamed up at least another five or six magical dates with him. Instead, I went from lazy sleeping Nirvana to crazy desperate panic as I rolled out of his bed. Luckily for me and my bladder most hotels are laid out pretty similarly.
I barely took in the over-the-top luxury in the room around me as I scrambled to get to the bathroom. Distraction and desperation were my excuses for not noticing that the door was closed as I slammed into it or hearing the sounds that indicated someone was already inside the room. It wasn't until I was sitting down peeing like I drank twenty gallons of water the day before that I realized Gabriel was in the bathroom with me.
I'm not gonna lie. Embarrassment probably would have caused my head to explode if I hadn't been struck completely mindless by the sight of a slightly damp and completely naked Gabriel.
Okay, my imagination was one of the strongest parts of my brain. That wasn’t bragging, it was a fact. One I could back up by presenting with the evidence of the many books I'd written. Despite my powerful brain I hadn't done justice in my thoughts to what he would look like without all of his clothes.
I wasn't sure if it was the blush on my cheeks or the steam in the air, but my body heated up in two seconds flat. He was the exact image of male perfection. No wonder I’d thought he was a warrior god.
His broad shoulders and well-defined arms gave me no doubt that he could pick me up, toss me around without ever breaking a sweat. Maybe I should have blushed and looked away, but my gaze couldn’t help but travel down the sculpted lines of his chest toward his waist. I'm sure his legs were perfect as well, but at that moment I didn’t care.
My eyes stopped and my brain broke as I took in his porn-worthy penis. I hadn't seen a lot of dicks in my life and hadn’t really wanted to. For real, what dangles between a man's legs isn't attractive. I didn’t know if it was the size or the smooth uncut length of him, but I was hypnotized. My mouth watered as I watched it slowly rising from his body somehow getting bigger. My lips tingled as I imagined trying to fit as much of that length into my mouth as I could.
I might have a bit of an oral fixation because I craved the ability to taste him. When I'd written a story a few months ago about a Little girl who would spend hours kneeling at her Daddy's feet, suckling on him, the idea had been interesting, but not intriguing. At that moment I became a convert. Watching Gabriel stand there shaving his jawline with a small smile tipping up the edge of his lips I was considering what it would take to talk him into it.
I knew Daddy was supposed to be the one in charge, but all guys liked blowjobs, right? I couldn’t possibly get in trouble for that.
“Do you need help finishing up, beautiful girl?”
Heat flashed up my neck at his words as my sleepy brain finally kicked back into gear. Oh god, I was acting like an idiot. Giving over that type of control wasn't my thing but I had to admit it was super hot that he'd offered. Taking a deep breath and doing my best not to die of mortification, I cleaned myself up.
How had I ended up naked, peeing in front of the man who I was hoping would become my forever Daddy? What did he think when I barged in on him naked? Why were we both naked? Was there something I didn’t remember about last night?
No, my lady bits weren’t sore. Logic was hard with his gorgeous body on display but there were enough context clues to tell me he had probably taken a shower. At least that explained the lack of clothes on one of us. The ridiculousness of the situation was my only excuse for blurting out “Why am I naked?”
I wrapped my arms around my chest as I stood and tried to turn my hips to preserve a small amount of dignity. I'm not saying that I was particularly modest but had the shower curtain been within my reach, I probably would have tried to hold it up in front of me.
Gabriel shook his head and made a tisking sound. “Don't cover yourself, little girl.”
He stepped forward and with a gentle touch, tipped up my chin so that I was looking into his eyes. “Never hide yourself from Daddy.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” With his gaze on mine I couldn’t resist obeying and lowering my arms.
