Dirty Seduction

LAINE

THIS ROOM IS A FAIRYTALE PARADISE.

My heart hurts. It hurts.

I’m so jealous of the life Jane must have had, but mainly I’m grateful I get to enjoy it, even if it’s just for one little night.

I sit at her dressing table and use her pretty mirror. I pull down her dolls from the shelf one by one and brush their hair with her cute little princess comb. I look in all the rooms of her princess castle.

I wish I’d have had even one of these beautiful toys growing up.

I wish I’d have had sugar and spice and all things nice message written above my bed.

But most of all I wish I’d had a dad like Nick.

Jane must’ve been so lucky.

I wonder how many times she played with the cute little Alice in Wonderland tea set at the bottom of the bed, whether she rode her rocking horse every single day or just took it for granted and left it sitting untouched. I wonder how long she’s been gone from here. How old she is?

What she looks like.

I snoop around a bit, but can’t find any photographs of her.

There’s one drawing, pinned behind the door. Nothing but a scribble really, a scribbled man with a smiley face.

Daddy.

She must have been young when she drew that. Much too young to fit into the dressing gown I’m wearing.

My heart thumps in gratitude for her daddy. He saved me. Rescued me and gave me a birthday cake, kept me warm and dry and safe.

I hope he knows how grateful I am.

Maybe when I’m home I can offer him dinner, just something small, a little something to say thank you. Maybe I could cook for him. For us.

Something nice…

The thought of Nick being in my house is like an ice water bath. Nick wouldn’t belong there, amongst the cracked kitchen tiles and the fridge that doesn’t shut properly, not unless you kick it. Nick is opulent stylish and classy. Nick is… Perfect.

My tummy flutters.

Nick is perfect.

I turn on the little white lamp on the bedside table and take off my dressing gown, feeling strangely young myself, naked in this little girl’s room. I hang the dressing gown on the back of the door by the DaDDy picture.

I climb into Jane’s bed and stare up at the ceiling, thinking about her lying here and knowing her daddy is just along the corridor, ready to keep her safe this day and tomorrow and the next day, and every single day until she’s all grown up.

I wish that could have been me.

I think about Nick’s firm grip on my arm when he rescued me from the road. I hear his voice as he tells that horrible man to leave me alone. He was so strong, so powerful…

I think about his hand gripping mine.

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I don’t usually touch myself. Just now and again, every so often. Kelly Anne laughs at me and says I’m a stupid prude because I’ve never even used a vibrator.

How can you never have used a vibrator? Christ, Laine, you’re such a little kid!

I remember how she laughed when I told her I’d never used a tampon, only towels. I remember how horrified she’d looked when I told her I’d never put my fingers inside myself.

How can you not?! How can you even survive without sex, Laine?!

I survive just fine. I don’t usually even think about it that much. I’m too busy with college, keeping the house clean, and planning a future.

Some kind of future.

I’m too busy trying to be a grown-up because my mother is pretty much incapable of being one. Always has been.

That’s what I didn’t tell Nick when he asked why childcare. It’s because it’s the only time I’m really happy when I can disappear into a magical imaginary world with children and live there with them for a little while. When I can forget I’m a big girl who has to clean up after her mother because her mother’s never been much of one for taking care of herself. When I can forget that I spent my evenings after school trying to cook myself dinner do my homework and tidy the house up.

When I can forget about the noises coming through the wall from my mum’s room every night and how they made me feel.

I sigh and it sounds loud in the room.

That should have been my birthday wish. I wish I could live here forever.

I think about it. Living here. Being Jane. And the thought makes me smile.

I think about Nick being my daddy, making my breakfast in the morning, and ruffling my hair.

I think about Nick holding my hand and telling me I’m a good girl.

Kissing me on the head.

Kissing me.

I think about Nick’s mouth.

His big hands.

I think about him touching me.

I think about him making the noises I heard through my bedroom wall.

I think about how it would feel. If it would hurt.

I rub my clit and it feels so naughty, touching myself in his daughter’s bed while he sleeps down the corridor. It feels naughty and wrong, and maybe it’s the combination of adrenaline and relief, but I can’t stop, not even when I hear footsteps on the landing and realize he’s not asleep. Not even when I reach that place where I breathe so quickly I make little gasps, and my heart races, and my toes curl.

My breath is so loud when it’s over.

I roll onto my side pull my knees to my chest and realize that Jane’s bed creaks.

I convince myself that Nick definitely won’t have heard me. Not, no way. Not one little chance. Not even one.

Until I hear his footsteps move away from the bedroom door.

Oh shit.