Page 2 of My Young Rebel Daddy

I bought The Little Petal when I decided to step away from finance and it was nothing but an empty shell of an old florist that had been dormant for nearly three years.

It was certainly a fixer upper.

But a few licks of paint and a new sound system later and I had it up and running. Located just on the corner and with a panoramic view of the ocean, it’s fair to say that I’ve probablygot the most wholesome and life affirming florist in the whole state.

Well, that’s how it feels to me anyhow!

Sometimes, the view from my store window is so good that it actually distracts me from my work. Not today though. But that’s because I’m being distracted by something else…

A new dating app.

Yup, I took the plunge and put myself out there into the big, crazy, sometimes scary world of online dating.

But this website came with a strong recommendation from a friend of mine who is also of the same mind as me.

OlderLittles.com is for Littles who are of a more mature vintage and looking for a Daddy who is strong, dominant, and…youngerthan them.

With my smart, side-parted brown hair and teddy-bear brown eyes, I think I’m pretty damn cute – even if I do dare to toot my own trumpet!

I guess my sweet as candy dimples don’t hurt either.

When it comes to my physique I’m definitely on the soft, cuddly side and I’m totally cool with that. I’m me, and I’m happy.

Oh, and I’ve got what I’d like to call a showstopping booty too. It’s probably the roundest, plumpest butt in town and I don’t even train my glutes!

So I guess what I’m saying is that I’m a catch.

Hehe, but fooling around aside, I’m not an arrogant person. Despite being as cute as cotton candy and having millions in the bank, I’m actually a bit on the shy side.

I’ve been burned in the past and I think sometimes I give off that vibe to potential Daddies.

Or maybe I just haven’t met the right man yet.

Even as I take a minute to swipe through some profiles online, I’m seeing lots of good-looking Daddies who just aren’t quite hitting the spot for me.

Square jaws… yup.

Strong arms… hell yeah.

Beards… you got it.

But no one, and I meannot one single man, is making me come alive with desire in the way that I know is possible.

‘Pffft,’ I say, swiping away yet another handsome but not quite right Daddy. ‘I guess it’s time to get my booty back to work.’

With that, I put my phone back in my pocket and move on to my next order. But just as I’m making progress with a my latest bouquet, a new customer walks into the store.

‘Hey, how can I help?’ I say, looking up from the flowers and seeing a familiar face who I can’t quite place. ‘Wait, I know you?’

‘Yeah, you could say that,’ the man replies. ‘It’s Tim. Tim Rothwell. We met a few times at Merchant and Stack’s annual investment dinner.’

Yup, I remember this guy.

Tall, broad, with a face that wouldn’t look out of place on a Hollywood red carpet.

It doesn’t take long for me to figure out that Tim Rothwell is less interested in flowers and more focused on trying to ask me out for a date.

I mean, I’m tempted… kinda.

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