Page 4 of Just A Little Fling

“Is that what you think is happening?”

“I sure as hell hope so.”

“Language,” he shot back with a single raised brow. It spoke volumes.

“Sorry.”

“So you think you can’t eat so you’ll be ‘tidy?’” He put the word “tidy” in air quotes, and I cringed.

“Shit happens,” Sexy Daddy said with a shrug and waved Margaret over. “Thanks for being patient. We’ll each have a patty melt, easy on the onions, extra sauce, and crinkle fries.”

“No problem, honey. I’ve got all night. Anything else?”

“Yes, a side salad for each of us.”

“Dressing?”

Daddy looked at me and waited for a response.

“House, please.”

“Me too.”

“All right, boys. It’s pretty quiet tonight, so it should be ready quickly.”

“Thanks, Margaret.”

I stayed quiet while Daddy ordered dinner. It allowed me to observe him without being super obvious. He was polite to our server, which was an absolute must because I’d walk out before I ate with someone who was an asshole to the waitstaff. Jerks were the worst.

When she was gone again, Daddy covered my hand. When I looked up, his crooked grin gagged me. This man could look directly into my core. “Starving yourself is never going to be the solution. I hope we both get lucky tonight, but unless it’s my cum, I don’t want you thinking about how much you need a snack.”

CHAPTERTWO

LEVI

“Thank you, Margaret. Merry Christmas,” I said when I handed the bill sleeve back to her. “Keep the change.” Sweet Boy—real name still unknown—watched me from across the table with a wicked grin. “What’s that look for?”

“Babbo, thanks for dinner.”

“Babbo? What’s that mean?”

“Italian for Daddy, sorta.”

“You’re Italian? Got a Nonna with a homemade tomato sauce waiting for you at home with a recipe she brought from the old country?”

His snort at my joke was too cute, although he looked embarrassed before his face was hidden behind the napkin he’d used to clean off his chin.

“My Nonna knows how to open a jar of sauce from the grocery store. My Italian roots are limited to nicknames and loud family gatherings. The loudness is probably just them.” His eyes sparkled, and his perfect mouth begged to be tasted. He’d said he wanted to get lucky, and I hoped he still meant me.

It had been forever since my last relationship ended. It’d been the most polite, cleanest breakup I’d ever experienced or witnessed. We’d drifted apart with the insane hours we both worked and decided to part ways. We weren’t living together, even after three years of dating, so no shared finances or pets had needed to be partitioned.

The breakup had left more time for work at my law firm, so my billable hours increased. My boss was thrilled. My compensation package was excellent, but holy hell, I was tired of divorces. It was beyond me why my firm even had a division for it, but as the only family law specialist, they all came to me. More often than not, my clients walked away thrilled with their settlements, but I was never satisfied. The majority of the time, it was pettiness that took the most time to settle.

The only recent bright spot was an odd request to help negotiate a contract between a rich guy and his new boyfriend. It was sweet, with definite Daddy vibes, but in an odd way. The rich one was floundering. After ensuring the less affluent party was of age, I delved no further into their meet-cute. My guess was a rent-boy situation, but it wasn’t my business. The contract was fair, and half the younger man’s cash reserves were in escrow, where only he could access them. The rich guy had also asked me to help procure lost documents from social services on their behalf. That success was the most useful I’d felt in months.

“Sweet Boy, I’m not ready to call it a night. Will you come have a drink with me?”

I stood and reached for his hand to help him out of the booth. Fortunately for me, my tug was a little too strong when he got to his feet, and I pulled him directly into the front of my body. His softoofwas cute, but his body pressed against mine was delicious. I looked down, he looked up, and those lips I’d been fascinated by all night were right there for the taking.

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