He has a special request

"Wait," Mr. Royce blurted suddenly, stopping Brenda in mid-crawl. She looked up at him, wondering what was wrong, seeing uncertainty and desire struggling in his face.

"Would you...would you put on some clothes I bought for you?" he mutters, blushing slightly. "I mean if you don't want to...it's ok...I mean whatever...whatever you want..."

"It's ok Mr. Royce," Brenda said, rising to her knees with a smile. "I'll wear whatever you want. It sounds like fun. I always liked to play dress up, ever since I was a little girl."

"In the bedroom," he muttered, nodding towards the staircase. "I put it on the bed. Only if you want to Brenda."

"Oooo, I'm already excited Mr. Royce! I can't wait to see what you've got for me." She touched his cheek with her fingers, giving him a teasing smile, then scampered towards the staircase.