Page 15 of Sexy Bad Daddy

“Then don’t worry about it.” She shrugs and her tits rise.

Yeah, that fucking helps. “As long as you’re sure.”

“So what is it about the goat?” she asks, flicking a glance past me at the sleeping child. “She really wants one.”

“My brother, Paynter. You met him.”

“Uh-huh.” She nods.

“He and his girlfriend own a goat, and Abby is obsessed with the thing. She keeps asking for her own.”

“But you live in an apartment, so I’m guessing that isn’t going to happen.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“What about a pig?” she asks.

“Not unless it’s called Bacon and lives on the top shelf of the fridge.” I chuckle.

“A duck?”

“Only if it’s first name’s Peking, and you serve it with rice.”

“A kitten?”

“Giving me the hard sell, huh?”

“Abby wants a pet. I think it would be a good thing for her, and you wouldn’t have to deal with it. I would.”

“Let me think about it.”

She nods.

“Okay, good night then.”

“Good night.”

I skirt around her, heading to my own room. Finally, her tits aren’t staring me down. Totally nailed not being attracted to her.

“Hey,” she says, and I turn. “About what you said about my boyfriend.”

“Sorry again.” Although can’t say I’m not still curious about the answers to those questions.

“I told Danny you wanted to meet him. He wants to meet you too.”

Well, shit!

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