“They don’t like me.”
He smiled down at her. “You haven’t spent any time with them.”
“But…” she started.
“Try it for me,” Noah implored.
She nodded immediately. “I’d do anything for you.”
Oh, sweet, Jesus. He drew in a breath to hold back his powerful urge to make her kneel and open her mouth.
Since the first moment he’d seen her, he’d fantasized about her puffy lips wrapped around his cock. It had made him extremely uncomfortable all day. Noah knew he needed to back off a bit before he scared her. He wanted to give her a chance to get to know him.
But it was hard when he knew there had never been a woman who affected him as Riley had, and he wanted to see if it was even possible. She might not see him in that way, and he didn’t want to push himself on her as an authority figure. It might force her into a relationship with him even though she didn’t want one because she was afraid to make him angry.
“Let’s go this way, and then I’ll make sure you get to your cabin.”
An hour later, Noah opened the door to the girls’ cabin and helped her up the two steps. He wouldn’t go in just in case the other girls were dressing.
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
She bit her lip and looked into the cabin. “Okay.”
“Night, sweetheart.” Noah hated leaving her because he could tell she was uncomfortable in the cabin, but he needed her to give it a chance. He’d never take an opportunity for growth away from her.
“Night, sir.”
Chapter Three
She watched him walk away and almost panicked and called him back. The only time she felt secure since she’d gotten here was when she was with him. She couldn’t do what she usually did to her dad, or she’d push Noah away, too, and she couldn’t bear that.
“Could you close the door before you let in a bunch of mosquitoes?” one of the girls barked at Riley.
Riley jumped and slammed the door closed. “Sorry.”
The girl snorted and proceeded to pull off her clothes and put on a small nightgown without panties. Riley glanced around at the other girls to see if they were as scandalized as she was, but no one appeared to care.
She made her way to the corner where she’d put all her suitcases. One of her bags held her pink blanket and pillow that she slept with every night.
When a few girls laughed, she turned and saw they were looking her way.
“What’s with the baby stuff, Riley?”
She remembered meeting Brigit earlier and could tell right away she was going to have problems with her. Riley bet she was a bully at her school because of the way she liked to push the people around.
“I … I thought I’d be homesick, so I brought some things that will make me feel better.”
“What are you, five?” another girl asked.
“No, I’m twenty-two.”
“Fuck, she’s older than most of us,” another one said and laughed.
Brigit tilted her head and examined Riley. “Are you one of those retarded people I’ve heard about?”
Riley gripped her pillow to her chest. “I don’t think that’s the politically correct way to say that, Brigit.”
The other eight girls snickered.