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“Yes.”

So much confidence filled that three-letter word. She stared at him. Tiffanie had learned to rely on Phineas. He’d never shown her any reason not to have confidence in him. At all. By stopping to talk to her now, he underlined how he put her first—even when he was sure he could help her. He wouldn’t use force.

Slowly her anger fizzled out. “Help me, Daddy. I’m scared.”

“Good girl.”

He didn’t give her time to second-guess herself. Phineas lifted her off her feet and carried her to the nursery. He set her on the padded changing table and pressed his hands down on her thighs. “You are to sit right here, Little girl.”

She nodded quickly at his strict tone. “Yes, Daddy.”

Phineas walked to a cabinet and pulled a set of keys out of his pocket to unlock one of the doors. That was locked? She hadn’t ever tried the handles to check. All the fun toys were in the big chest.

He removed a folded white piece of fabric and shook the material. Tiffanie swallowed hard as he slid his arms into the garment. A white doctor’s coat shouldn’t be any big deal. Just a bit of role-play. The impact of seeing his broad shoulders encased in the medical attire made her heart beat faster. Not from fear, but from arousal. Maybe an appointment with the doctor could be fun.

From her spot on the table, Tiffanie couldn’t see into the cabinet. She tried to lean forward but sat up straight when her Daddy leaned around the open door to meet her gaze and cleared his throat. “Sorry!”

She slumped in place. Her mind raced a thousand miles an hour. What was he doing? What was in there? In a few brief minutes, he lowered a tray out of the way and shut the door, locking the supply area securely. He dropped his keys in his pocket with a jingle and turned to carry a towel-covered tray toward her.

Damn! She still couldn’t see what he’d gathered. “Daddy?”

“Daddy’s tools to take care of you. Let’s get these pesky clothes off. I can’t make sure you’re healthy if you’re all covered up.”

He raised the hem of her shirt over her head and folded the garment neatly on the tabletop. Phineas removed her comfortable sports bra next. She’d gotten used to wearing those at home during her treatments. They adjusted easily as she lost weight and didn’t have any wires to poke her if she slumped ill on the couch or the bathroom floor. He dealt with her leggings and panties so efficiently that Tiffanie was actually surprised when she stood naked in front of him.

“Don’t I get a gown?” she asked, half-joking, half-serious.

“No hiding from the doctor, Little girl. Let’s set your clothes on the rocker.” He carried her garments away.

With each step he took, Tiffanie felt more vulnerable and naked. Not in a horrible way but underlining that she was not in control of this situation. She noticed her panties sat on top of her leggings.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Princess.”

“Could you hide my panties under my leggings?”

“Why?”

“I don’t want you to see my panties.”

He scanned her slowly, reminding her she was completely naked in front of him. She shivered slightly, feeling exposed, even so, having her panties lying there for him to see was wrong. “That’s just how it’s done, Daddy.”

Chuckling, Phineas tucked her underwear out of sight. He winked at her as he returned to her side. “Better?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome. Now, up on the table with you. I need to examine you closely.”

“I’m fine, Daddy.”

“I’m glad.” He drew the towel back from one half of the tray and revealed a stethoscope, a small penlight, and a tongue depressor, as well as a stack of gloves. Why would he need so many?

Phineas picked up one of the blue gloves and drew the stretchy material over one hand, snapping the stretchy protection into place. She jumped at the sudden, loud sound in the quiet room. Tiffanie swallowed hard as he pulled on the second one. This was actually happening.

Collecting the tongue depressor and the light, Phineas requested, “Open your mouth, Princess.” He took his time, pressing the thin wooden device on her tongue and examining her throat. “Say ah, Tiffanie.”

“Ahhh!” she repeated. With each step he guided her through, Tiffanie’s mind slid into the fantasy. Her focus centered on him.