Page 13 of Dating the Daddy

“I need a temporary membership to The Sterling Rope. Friday night,” I reply, cutting straight to the chase. Money and power mean everything in this town, and I know he won’t refuse me.

A pause followed by his chuckle grates on my nerves. “Interesting. I didn’t peg you for one to bring a date to our little den of iniquity.”

“It’s a special case,” I grunt, taking a swig from the bottle of warm beer sitting on the counter in front of me. “You know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”

“True,” he concedes, the casual mask slipping to reveal business undercurrents. “Alright, you’ve got it. Temporary membership, Friday night. What’s the name of your guest?” Fuck. How is he going to run his usual background check on my anonymous date?

“That’s a little problem.” My lips twist into a wry smile, catching the irony in managing secrets while seeking them. “I’m bringing someone who guards her privacy more than you do.”

“Very well, membership for you and your mystery lady,” he agrees. “Enjoy the night. Just respect and follow the rules. I’ll email you a copy to refresh your memory.”

“Thanks.” I hang up after accomplishing my first goal.

Next, I text my fairy, feeling some of the day’s heaviness dissipate with each tap.

Me

Are you available Friday night for our date?

Her response comes quicker than usual as if she’s been waiting.

Baby Girl

I suppose I could be talked into it. What do you have in mind?

I grin, reveling in her sass and the way it causes my cock to harden, and send back:

Me

It’s a surprise. I’ll pick you up. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe with me.

A pause, longer than the last, and her next text has a hint of playful defiance:

Baby Girl

Do you know how many serial killers say the same thing?

A chuckle escapes me as the urge to spank her ass courses through me. I type back:

Me

Scout’s honor.

Baby Girl

You were never a scout. I’m not ready to give up my address. You have to work for it.

I roll my eyes but feel a grudging respect for her caution. Still, I’m not about to let this go.

Me

I’m jumping through hoops here. Trust me, Baby Girl. Dress in a fancy dress and let me take you out.

There’s a beat before her reply comes through. The three dots flash on the screen and then disappear before coming across again.

Baby Girl

Fine. But you can’t come to my house. YET. I’ll park in the movie theater parking lot and you can pick me up there. It should be packed on a Friday night, and no one will care if a woman in a fancy dress has on a mask.

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