Gentle Baby Girl

I handed the man a thick envelope of money. At this level it would have been rude to count it but it was a lot of money, a price we had agreed upon.
“Very good sir. At this price she can be with you through the end of your business stay. You will find that all daily matters are taken care of and the principal concern is your enjoyment.”
“You took note of the picture I gave you?”
“Indeed sir, we have done our best to provide you with the character and feature you requested. It is nothing less than we do for our best customers.”
“Pavla Matriona will be attending to the girl during your stay here at the Hotel and will see that she is well taken care of while you conduct your business so that she can attend to you when your duties are discharged for the day.”
“And what is her name?”
“The girl’s name is Tatiana. Her parents died two years ago and she has been living with an Uncle who has needed to pay a debt and so she is with us. I assure you she is untouched as is required to command this price. I can also assure you of her complete obedience.”
“Thank you Andreji.”
“Of course sir. She awaits you upstairs in your suite.”
I stepped towards the elevator.
“And Sir,”
“Yes”
“She is a very sweet girl and …”
“I intend to be very gentle with her.”


I stood in front of my door.
I will be gentle, just like she was my little girl. For the three months I stay here she will be at my disposal. My wife has no way of knowing. I turned the key in the lock and entered my suite at the Gaborov Hotel. The door opened into a sitting room with kitchenette. Through a set of double doors was the bedroom with canopied bed and off of that room a marbled bathroom with a deep tub. A girl walked cautiously out of the bedroom wearing a silk robe, like a fawn stepping out of a wood into a clearing, blinking.
Her soft brown hair parted on the right and swept across her face, straight but forming loose curls as it ended past her shoulders. Her cheeks flushed beside greenish brown eyes and baby pink lips. Delicate eyebrows on perfect pale skin. She looked so much like Elizabeth, my daughter Elizabeth back home that my heart struck a rhythmically like a kick drum in my chest. Andreji had done an exceptional job. She looked like my baby girl when she was just 13… maybe 12.
“Hello Tatiana, I’m Martin.” I stepped forward and took her hand, clasping it with both of mine, enveloping it. I was within one step of her. At about five foot to my 5′ 11″ the top of her head would be under my chin. Her eyes met mine but flitted back to the floor. I raised her hand to my lips and got her eyes again briefly.
“It’s been a long day, I’m going to clean up.”
She nodded. I released her hand and lightly brushed her shoulder.
“Are you cold?” She gave a microscopic shrug.
“Get into bed.” She turned and we walked into the bedroom, my hand tugging the collar of her robe ever so slightly. She released the belt and slipped out of the silk robe hastening to the large bed leaving me holding the garment in one hand. She pulled the coverlet back and dove in, her slim shoulders and impossibly tight little buttocks disappearing from my view as she covered herself and turned away from where I stood, facing the windows.
I dimmed the lights and went into the bathroom, took a very hot shower and washed with a natural smelling soap.