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wish I knew how to take my own pleasure. Not that I knew how anyway, but I could imagine. I read romance, when I got the chance. This was the kind of guy you saw on book covers.
    “I ate, yes. I can be over by fifteen till. Does that work?”
    “Yes. Perfect. Thank you, Moriah.”
    “You can call me Riri. My friends do.”
    “That sounds like a child's name, Moriah. I'll stick with that.”
    “ Oookay . You don't like Danny?”
    He shrugged his shoulders but the crunch of his nose suggested otherwise. Daniel then.
    “I'll see you then. Thank you.”
    “It's okay. You're welcome. Favor for a favor.”
    Daniel nodded and I could see he was about to turn when instead he grasped the handle, whispered in a low, sexy, harsh growl, “Don't walk outside like this. Ever.”
    Then he closed the door behind him and I was left staring at the door.
    That no good, little—I was not going to be told what to do. I should rebel and wear my other crop top over. Not that I would; I wasn't that bold. I hadn't even thought about how I looked when I opened the door. It's not like I knew anyone. And if they were friends of Ashley’s then they would know he wasn't at home. I didn’t care what anyone thought about me.
    I didn't even look out of the peep hole. I would from now on though. I was way underdressed for company. I knew that. But my workout had been intense today. I had fallen off the wagon a few weeks ago, stress eating because of finals. I knew I would pass but the stress had weighed heavily. I wanted to stay in the top five percent in my classes. A lot of other students didn't like me. Or they tolerated me but most didn't speak to me. I didn't even have a study group. I felt like an outcast, but I never let it get to me.
    I didn't have many friends and when I suggested Daniel that he should call me Riri, evidently that hadn’t been a bright idea. But I figured if I was going to watch his daughter, maybe we could be friends.
    Guess not. I went back to my room, grabbed my Queen of Diamonds leggings, panties, a red top that hung off the shoulder and a black camisole with a built-in bra to go underneath before making my way into the bathroom.
    Suite was more like it. This room looked like it was from a mansion or fancy hotel. A big, spacious bathroom, with his and her sinks, shower stall, jetted tub—which I was dying to try out—and then a toilet but the handle to flush it wasn't on the commode. It was a string chain which a wooden handle you had to pull.
    I laid my clothes on the counter and started the jet tub. I took the contacts from my eyes and although I could sleep with them in tonight, I usually didn’t. I wore my glasses until I fell asleep and until I had to leave to wherever I had to go.
    I should take a quick shower, but that tub was calling me. When Ashley gave me the tour, he told me what I had to do to use everything and I was fascinated. I let the tub fill to the right height and started the jets before stripping myself of the sweaty clothes.
    Tossing them in the hamper, I stepped in the bath, and I slowly sunk down until the only noticeable was the tops of my knees and face.
    Oh. Em. Gee. This was heaven.
    I spent the whole time getting massaged and pruned and it was the best bath I have ever had the pleasure of taking in my life. And I can take as many as I wanted as long as I lived here.
    Looking on my phone, it was already seven thirty and if I wanted to be punctual, I needed to get ready and across the hallway. I finished scrubbing myself clean until I was pink before stepping out.
    I wrapped a towel around me and replaced my contacts with my glasses. It was evening time so there was no use in using my contacts.
    I was mostly blind. Everything was a blur when I didn’t wear contacts or glasses. I found myself in front of the mirror that took up the entire bathroom and looked over my naked body.
    I wasn’t ashamed of it. I was naturally small. I had wide hips that came from my Hispanic ancestry which made