My own daddy ( Daddy 1)

Chapter 3

Larkin awoke when the first rays of sun crept through the drapes. She aquinted at the brightness and tried to shield her eyes. She raised a hand to her achy head and pressed on her temple, where it throbbed. Why does my head hurt so much?

The first thing she noticed was the different colors of the walls. In her apartment, the paint was an off-
white, but it just looked dirty to her. Wherever she was, the walls were a soft blue-
gray, and she liked it better.

The next thing she noticed was that she was draped over a warm, muscular body.
The hair on his chest told her it was a male, and she didn't if she should feel
relieved or not. She carefully scooted herself up and looked down at the men.

He was very handsome. His features were even, and she admired how square his
jaw was. He had a dark complexion, like he was Italian or Mexican. It was hard to
tell. She wanted to see what color eyes he had, but then he'd have to be awake,
and she wasn't sure she wanted that.

She watched his chest rise and fall as he slept deeply. She didn't know what the
protocol was for the morning after. It didn't matter if she didn't remember the
night before very well. Deciding her best bet was grabbing her clothes, she slipped
out before he awoke.

Larkin slid carefully out from under his arm. She tiptoed to the bathroom and
closed the door. Then she took off the man's shirt, startled that she was naked,
although she figured if she was in a man's bed, they'd probably had sex. She
looked in the mirror, thinking she'd feel or look different and was disappointed
when she looked the same.

She pulled on the dress she'd worn the night before, wrinkling her nose at the
smell. Then she put the man's shirt back on and tied it in a knot at her waist. She
knew it was probably considered stealing, but she didn't want to go out in the
street in just her dress.

She quietly opened the bathroom door and spied her shoes by the bed. After she
snatched up, she found her way through the large condo to the elevatore. She knew
right away she'd have to have a code to use the elevator, so she looked around for
the stairs.

Larkin found them behind a door that she hadn't caught it because it blended into
the wall. She held tight to the stair rail with both hands and took one step at a
time, letting her shoes bang against the metal. She knew not to put on her shoes
because she was still unsteady and would most likely break her neck.

Long minutes later, Larkin tired. She hadn't realized how far up they were, and she
was glad she had to go down instead of up because she knew she wouldn't have
made it. Finally, she pushed through the first door that was unlocked and stood in
a large, expensive-looking lobby.

Miss, can I help you?

Larkin jerked her head to the side to find an older man in a uniform. Yes, I need to
go home, she said, hearing the edge of desperation she tried to hold back.

Where were you?

I think I was at the top of the building.

You were at Mr. Marsh's penthouse?

Larkin shrugged.

The man looked at her sympathetically as she became dazed and agitated. How
about we get you a taxi?

I don't have any money, she confessed.

I'll give the driver money.

Larkin shook her head. Oh, no, I can't let you do that.

I'll make sure Mr. Marsh reimburses me. How's that?

Will he get mad? she asked.

No, dear. He's a very nice man. I'm shocked he let you leave like this.