7: Talia.

Something is very wrong with me. I'm flushed and heavy in places I've never experienced an increase in weight. My breasts, my sex. They feel swollen and that sensation makes me restless. So restless as I follow Daniel up the stairs to his second-floor apartment. The sun is rising in Vegas and it's already a hundred degrees, my dress beginning to cling to my body everywhere, dew popping up in the valley of my cleavage.

Or maybe it's not the weather causing me to sweat. Maybe it's the purposeful manner in which Daniel moves, back muscles shifting in patterns, his hefty frame standing between me and the world. So sturdy and solid. Determined to take care of me.

Daddy.

He's called himself that name twice.

I liked it both times, even if I was confused by the way hearing that title seems to crank up my need to tempt him. In the past, when I fantasized, it was about Prince Charming arriving on his horse to take me away from the farm. The prince in my dreams had golden hair and a blindingly w