Daddy, don't flirt

Dan doesn’t take off his black suit until Jamie closes the door. He throws it into the dirty clothes can and rolls up his blood-
stained sleeve to his elbow. On his pale and muscular arm are several nasty scars with many pieces of the broken vase stuck in,
with his blood trickling down.
When they were in the hotel, Jamie was wrapped up by Dan’s body, but the broken pieces on the ground were stuck in Dan’s
arm.
Dan gets those pieces out of his arm with a tweezer, and some are inside his flesh, but his action is swift and clinical without
hesitation.
The blood oozes out of the wounds as the pieces are removed. There are sweats on his forehead, below which lies his bright
black eyes.
“Ah!” Jamie suddenly screams. Dan is startled and shakes his fingers working on his wounds, then he immediately puts his
tweezer down and rushes into the bathroom.
He knocks on the door, listening carefully to the sounds inside. “Jamie, what’s happening?”
“No, nothing...” Jamie sounds a bit strained, but she gets quiet after murmuring to herself.
She is about to get in the bathtub after taking off her clothes when she almost slips. She’s lucky that Dan has covered the sharp
spots with thick and soft cotton in case she gets hurt.
It’ll be a tragic if she slips and falls into the bathtub.
Jamie lets out a sigh of relief, forcing down the way the startle speeds up her hearts, as Dan’s knocking on the door with his
voice.
“Are you hurt or something? Open the door.” Dan can’t hear any sounds and knows Jamie isn’t bathing. There must be
something wrong inside the bathroom, making Dan worry about her.
“I’m fine. I’ll finish it, soon.” Open the door? With her naked body?
Jamie instantly blushes and shouts to Dan with cursory words.
After seconds of silence between them, Jamie is about to rest easy when she hears the noise of unlocking the door.

Did she just forget to lock up the door?
Jamie stares at the door with widen eyes as she really wants to close it just like she always does, but right now with a baby in
her body, she can’t make a swift move.
Immediately, Jamie buries herself inside the big massaging bathtub wrapped around by the water. She sits up and leaves her
small head and beautiful shoulders above the surface, her eyes flickering at the moving door.
Then Dan walks in.
He meets Jamie’s vigilant gaze, then he looks around finding no spilling water. Beside the tub are body-wash and bath sponge
which remains dry, indicating that Jamie haven’t start bathing.
Puzzling his brows, Dan shifts to Jamie in the tub. He can vaguely see her body under the water without foam on the surface,
which is erotic enough to get him aroused.
With throat bobbing, Dan stares at Jamie’s rosy cheeks which turns crimson in his blazing gaze, and the color of her shoulders
becomes rosy, too, with the gentle curve, provoking Dan’s strong protective feeling.
“What are you doing here? Get out. I have to take my bath now,” Jamie says exasperatedly with her glare as she feels strained
in his unwavering gaze.
But her coyly anger looks enticingly seductive to Dan.
As his gaze is getting more intent and scorching, Dan isn’t leaving but moving close to Jamie with an alluring smirk. He picks up
the bath sponge and says, “I’m helping you bathe.”
“What, what, what the heck? I have claws. Yuck! I mean I have hands, and I can wash myself with them.” Jamie really wants to
slap herself in the face as she stutters as Wendy does.
Is stuttering infectious?
“Then why did you scream?” Cocking a brow, Dan looks at Jamie, waiting for her confessions.
“I...I just almost slipped, and I was startled...” Jamie murmurs, lowering her head.
“Almost slipped?” Dan is worried. “Did you get hurt?”

Jamie shakes her head.
Dan gets a bit relieved and rubs Jamie’s arms with body-wash.
“I, and you...” Jamie is dumbfounded. Is Dan washing her body?
She thought he was teasing her. Now who knows...
He rubs so affectionately that Jamie feels touched as happiness is bubbling in her heart.
To keep Jamie warm, Dan quickly dry her up by wiping the water away from her body. As a result—
His lust scraps at his inside with each demanding heartbeat.
Dan is trying hard to suppress it, and his sour face amuses bashfully blushing Jamie who instantly puts on her smug face with
sneer. Jamie circles her arms around Dan’s neck as Dan walks out of the bathroom with Jamie in his arms.
“Only 25 days left,” Dan says in his magnetic deep voice, from which Jamie senses his restraint.
Jamie blushes again and coyly punches his chest. What an insatiable wolf!
Jamie certainly gets it when he says the number. Why does he make a countdown for that?
Jamie can imagine the exhausting nights she’ll spend on Dan’s bed, and she can almost feel the horrible soreness, which makes
her want to back out.
Dan places Jamie in the bed and gently tucks her in, while Jamie grabs his hand as he’s about to leave.
He pauses a second and notices Jamie is staring at his blood-stained sleeve.
When he was rushing into the bathroom, he was so worried that he forgot to put on his coat to cover the sleeve.
Jamie stares at his sleeve with doubt. “When did you...get hurt?”
It seems that his wound is new as he’s a neat freak who can’t stands blood remaining on her clothes.
“I’m all right. Don’t worry.” Dan flashes a faint smile and gently pulls his hand out of Jamie’s hand. “Sleep tight, and I’ll be back
soon.”

Then he turns to seat himself in the couch and holds the tweezer to pull out the rest pieces.
In no way can Jamie sleep with worries. She gets up out of bed and walks to Dan on bare feet.
The thick and fluffy carpet can keep Jamie’s bare feet warm.
“Let me help.” Jamie feels sad when she finds Dan ruthlessly pull out pieces hard as if he can’t feel the searing pain.
Dan looks at her and sighs at her determined gaze, and gives the tweezer to her.