Page 4 of Rolling with the Single Daddies

Suppose he’s ready for me to reveal I’m a foot-fetish camgirl? Maybe we can skip past that. “I’ve been thinking about a career change lately.”

“Fine. I can go all night with you teasing me. But seriously, you intrigue me, you seem fun. What do you do?”

Intrigue him? “Then I must be misleading you because I stopped having fun a while back.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t buy it.”

Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “I want to get out of being a camgirl—only foot stuff, but still.”

Diego’s eyes widen as he lowers his gaze. What does he expect to see? And is that actually a very low, repressed groan I hear from him?

I’m regretting my honesty, as well as my choice of flip flops. But instead of judgment when he looks back up, I see interest.

“And what do you want to do instead?”

“I don’t know.” I slump. I’ve killed the sexy vibe. “Sorry for taking up your time. My friends are waiting on me.”

“Wait.” He strokes my cheek with the backs of his fingers.

Maybe that sexy vibe isn’t gone after all.

“At least give me your number.”

Diego is possibly the hottest guy I’ve ever met, regardless of how old he is, and I’m supposed to believe he wants me? “Why do you want my number?”

“Do I really have to spell it out?”

I’m a mom now. This outing is the most fun I’ve had in a while. I can’t live on whims. “I’m not really dating much right now.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t.”

“I… um…” Why did the fun have to be so fleeting? Am I really so afraid that he’ll freak out over me having a kid, that I won’t even try?

“Let me try a different approach. Aside from my initial reason for wanting your number, you’re looking for a job and we happen to be looking for a new employee. Give me your number so I can call you about the job.”

He said, “we” as if he owns the place. That is fitting since he looks so much older than me. I’m way out of my league. But what am I supposed to say to his offer? I’m just making this stupid. I blurt out, “I have a baby. No offense, but this isn’t the kind of job I’m thinking of.”

Diego’s face lights up. “A baby? I might have the perfect solution.”

That’s the absolute last reaction I expected.

“We have a toddler, Evie, cutest little—”

I jerk away. “You’re married andhave a kid? What the hell?”

“That came out wrong. My business partner, Bane, has a toddler… Guess you could say I’m pretty attached to her. Anyway, his nanny just quit. How would you feel about being a live-in nanny instead of a camgirl?”

“Are you serious? You don’t even know me.”

Diego shrugs, grinning. “Sometimes I just know when something—or someone—is right. What do you say? Want the job?”

My heart races. How many problems does this solve? I can stop being a camgirlandget a new place to live? It seems too good to be true.

“I would need to meet your partner and his little girl.”

Diego nods. “Fine, but I already know he’ll love you. Now can we exchange numbers?”

“Or you could just give me his number?” I try this not-too-subtle approach, but doubt he’ll go for it.

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