Did they have time for sex before they needed to leave for the convention center?
“What time is it?” she asked after another, bigger sip that gave her full-body shivers.
“It’s early enough for you to get a shower, get dressed, and have some breakfast before we head to the convention center. We also need to talk about tonight.”
Convention center. The convention. Selling her crocheted critters.
At that moment, her body woke up fully, demanding she get out of bed immediately, if not sooner. Looking around the room, she saw three doors. The one Rooker had come through stoodwide open and showed a hallway on the other side. To her left were windows, so there was no bathroom in that direction. To the right were two doors.
“Bathroom?” she asked as she worked her way to the other side of the mattress and climbed out of bed. She brushed the nightshirt down her thighs, so she did not flash her ass at Rooker who continued to watch her closely.
Rooker pointed to the door on the left and she scurried around the bed, and him, to the designated doorway. After doing her business, she washed her hands and face before returning to the bedroom.
Rooker was right where she left him, looking far too comfortable for her peace of mind. Though tempted to crawl into his lap and beg him to read her a story, she needed a shower to wash off the day before and get ready for the day ahead. He looked her up and down and gave her a smile that sent a shiver through her and had her pussy preparing itself for invasion.
“I’d offer to wash your back, but then we would be late for the convention,” he said before standing up. “I’ll get breakfast started and we can eat after you shower and get dressed.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Rooker encouraged with a smile.
“Yes, Daddy,” Carri parroted, feeling surprisingly comfortable using the honorific.
With that, Rooker walked out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him. Carri spied her things on the dresser and crossed to collect her toiletry bag and clean clothes before heading back into the bathroom. Feeling off balance and unsure of what was quickly blooming between them, Carri closed and locked the bathroom door.
Twenty minutes later, she emerged, clean and dressed for the day. Without the product she normally used, and a blow dryerto tame her hair, she simply braided it into a ponytail down her back, using the one hairband she had with her to tie it off.
After packing everything up again, she carried her bags to the front door. She then took a few minutes to look around as she made her way to the kitchen where things were smelling delicious.
The walls of the great room were painted a creamy white that had a touch of gold and peach to it. It gave the rooms a warm glow instead of the stark coldness that white-white walls had. The light color also went beautifully with the golden tone of the hardwood floors throughout the house.
The living room held a long black couch, an oversized dark-gray recliner, and a wooden rocking chair along with several side tables. A huge television hung on the far wall with floor-to-ceiling bookcases on either side of it.
Carri thought the décor needed a little more… something. Pictures on the walls, pillows on the couch, and maybe a soft fuzzy red blanket draped over the back to add some color.
A few minor changes and the room would feel less like a waiting room, and more like a home.
Rooker heard the Little girl moving around and wondered what she thought of his home. He knew changes needed to be made, but he was not a decorator, he was a doctor- slash-inventor turned boutique owner. The furniture in the living room was comfortable, and at the end of the day that was all he cared about.
“What smells so good?” Carri asked as she crossed the kitchen toward him.
“Cheesy scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast,” Rooker said as he carried two plates to the table in the corner of the large kitchen.
“Yum. Three of my favorite foods,” Carri said as she followed him.
“You have more than three favorite foods?”
“Oh, yeah, I have lots of favorite foods. It all depends on what category or time of day or what mood I’m in. Angry favorite foods are different than sad favorite foods or happy favorite foods and breakfasts favorite foods are different than dinner ones.”
Her explanation sounded so innocent and yet so insightful. When he thought about it, he found himself agreeing. He, too, preferred different foods when he was happy versus sad or angry.
“You are very wise, little one,” he said. “Now, eat your breakfast so we can get to the convention center. If we get there early enough, you might be able to swing for a few minutes.”
“Oooo, yay!” Carri cheered as she picked up her fork and dug in.
Rooker had already texted Laura and arranged for her to go to the store and pick up the inventory they needed to replace.
“Yum, you make really good breakfast foods,” Carri said after swallowing her first bite.
