Page 9 of Thrust Me Daddy

Is he a Daddy?

What’s inside those sexy-as-all-hell faded blue denim jeans?

And did he really just open with a line about the weather?

‘The name’s Trent,’ he says. ‘Trent Thomas. I’m not from around here, and I’m guessing you’re not either?’

‘What gave it away?’ I reply. ‘Oh, and I’m Mikey.’

‘Well, Mikey,’ Trent replies, flashing me just about the hottest smile I’ve seen. ‘I’m guessing that big truck outside is yours. You’re travelling with a big backpack too. And if you lived close, you’d probably just brave the weather and get your big butt home instead of waiting here.’

‘Hmmmm, not bad,’ I reply, my heart thumping in my chest at a million miles an hour. ‘And I guess you’re not from here either?’

‘That’s correct,’ Trent says, a warm look in his dazzling green eyes. ‘So…’

‘So.’

‘Well you just enjoy your food and maybe we’ll talk later,’ Trent says, my heart sinking as he smiles and walks back to his booth with the fresh cups of coffee that Cheryl-Anne hands him. ‘Bye-bye, Mikey.’

I watch Trent sit down at the booth with another man – a total hottie too – and wonder what the hell just happened.

Trent was flirting with me.

He absolutely, definitely was flirting with me.

There wasno waythat I could misread the signals he was sending squarely in my direction… is there?

But the way that Trent cut short our conversation as soon as he got his coffee was just plain weird.

I look at Cheryl-Anne and she seems just as confused as me.

‘Hey, I’ll throw in another cookie while you wait for your hoagie,’ Cheryl-Anne says, her auburn hair and perfectly applied lipstick looking immaculate.

‘You’re too kind,’ I reply. ‘But thank you Cheryl-Anne… I’dlovethat.’

With that, I walk back to my booth and sit down with nothing but Atty, my Kindle, and a whole ton of rain to keep me company.

The weather wasn’t looking any better, so all thoughts of jumping back in the truck and heading back to my home comforts were still very much on ice.

After devouring Cheryl-Anne’s perfectly presented hoagie, I tried to do some more reading – but I just couldn’t concentrate.

As hard as I tried to battle it, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about what happened between Trent and me.

‘Get a grip, it was nothing,’ I grumble, shaking my head.

The reality of the situation was that I’d had a brief conversation with a handsome man who briefly seemed like he was into me.

Nothing more, nothing less.

And if this had happened in a bar or at a specialist Little club, I wouldn’t have given it much more than a second thought.

But somehow, this felt different.

I can’t put my finger on it, but there was a connection between me and Trent that felt totally real. There was no way I was making this up, unless of course the stormy weather and being stuck in the diner was already giving me cabin fever - LOL!

Everything from the look in Trent’s eyes down to the way he was standing so proudly in front of me with his shoulders pushed back was giving me the signal that he was into me.

I’ve flirted with enough men to know when the feeling is mutual.

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