Page 20 of A Daddy for Maddy

Colin talked to me softly, asking questions as if he was actually interested in the answers. I still couldn’t quite wrap my mind around someone like him being interested in someone like me. I worried about our age difference, but I secretly loved older men. Something about the control and maturity really turned me on.

We lingered and he ordered a hot fudge sundae for me, but I was too full to eat most of it.

It seemed like Colin was delaying because he didn’t want our conversation to end. At least, I hoped that was why. But finally, the time came when we were done.

“Okay, not-a-baby. It’s getting late. Probably past your bedtime. Let’s get you home.”

I was surprised he wasn’t suggesting I go home with him. Most guys had one thing on their minds when they took off with another guy late at night. At least, the ones I had met. But Colin behaved like the perfect gentleman, leading straight into my private fantasies of what I wanted a daddy to be like.

On the way home, he said, “I’d love to take you out again some time.”

I was shaking with nervous excitement at his statement. “I’d like that.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

“You were?”

“Yes, not-a-baby. Don’t you know when someone is attracted to you?”

My breath caught in my throat.

“And now you know why I let you stay in the car for that phone call earlier. It was hope.”

“What do you mean?”

“I wanted to take you out. Like a real date. I was already planning to ask to see you again. But if we do see each other, you should know some things. Like what that conversation was about.”

“Someone is harassing you,” I said quickly.

“Yes. It’s through texts. Nothing more. But the texts are often and they are annoying.”

“And the owner of the club is helping to stop it.”

“Yes.”

“He sounded concerned.”

“It is concerning. And anyone I date should know it’s happening. Just as a precautionary measure. If you want to change your mind about seeing me, I’ll fully understand.”

“I’m not changing my mind.” I looked at Kornie, petting his head nervously. “I feel safe with you.”

“That’s a nice thing to say, but my job can be a little dicey at times.”

“Because you have to kick people out of the club?”

“Yes. No one likes it.”

“Sure, but why are they mean to you when you’re just doing your job?”

“It’s the nature of the job, baby. You bounce people out of their favorite club, they tend to get mad. A small percentage want to get even.”

“That’s not nice.”

“No. It isn’t. Have you changed your mind?”

“About seeing you again?”

Colin nodded.

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