Page 1 of My Young Alpha Daddy

Chapter 1

Aaron

I think I deserve this martini.

In fact, I think I deserve a whole heap of them on this flight. It’s a shame they don’t have any more Little-friendly cocktails up in Business Class, but I’ll cope…somehow.

Anyway, ignoring my Little World problems for a moment…

The past few days have been intense.

In a different city on the other side of the country and working flat-out on a jet-lagged brain?

Not ideal.

But I made it.

And I didn’t hesitate to battle through the jetlag and make the most of the nightlife while I was there either.

Now that’s what I call mixing business with pleasure. An all-expenses paid work trip with Five Star accommodation, daily allowance, and unlimited mini bar and room service?

I’m in.

I’mall the wayin.

The only problem is that I don’t think my boss is going to be particularly happy if he hears that I was ten minutes late to the meeting with Frank Debussy of Debussy Financials. Well, my boss can go suck on a super-sour lemon for all I care.

I worked hard to make the best pitch to Debussy.

I prepped for three weeks and worked overtime.

And Debussywasimpressed, my ten-minute tardiness aside.

All I need is that signature from him to sign-off on the deal and everything will be coming up Aaron Taylor. I might even get a bigger bonus.

Speaking of a big boner, I mean biggerbonus, that guy sitting across from me on the other aisle is a dreamboat of epic proportions.

Square jaw, chestnut hair, dark eyes and what looks like the body of a Greek God underneath that crisp white shirt and tight dark pants.

Maybe this is the martini talking, but I want that Daddy to take me to the bathroom and make me do all the rude things. I’ve never been a member of the mile high club but if he wants to invite me, I’m totally up for it.

I wonder if he likes chubby boys?

Would a forty-two-year-old Little with a soft and squidgy body be his kind of thing?

Mr. Handsome could command me to crawl over to his seat right now and rip off my pants and give my bottom a good, hard spanking and I probably would.

Okay, this isdefinitelythe booze talking.

Maybe I should ease up a little bit. After all, we’ve only just got up in the air and I’m feeling like I’m halfway through a big night out.

‘Sir. Perhaps you’d like an extra pillow?’ the air stewardess says, a grin on her face as she hands me a soft, white pillow. ‘I don’t blame you… he’s gorgeous.’

‘Um… thanks?’ I reply, suddenly realizing why she has handed me the pillow. ‘OMG! I’m so sorry.’

‘Don’t worry, darling,’ the stewardess replies, smiling and handing me a fresh drink. ‘Have a nice flight and enjoy the view, honey.’

The air stewardess walks away, and I cringe at the sight of the huge tent popping up in my crotch. How is it possible that I was so tipsy-horny that I didn’t even realize I was sporting the world’s most obvious boner?

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