Page 5 of Koa's Little Girl
“Pumpkin spice latte frappes?” she suggested.
“Exactly. I don’t suppose you know a good hairstylist?” he asked, rubbing his hand over his military-short stubble.
She rolled her eyes at him, charmed by his quick wit and willingness to make fun of himself. Giana lifted her hand and said a quick, “Bye!” before heading to her truck. Time to go home.
“See you later, Flame.”
She kept herself from turning back to glance at him. Why did that sound like he’d given her a nickname? And why did she get the impression Koa wasn’t fooled by the polished persona she showed the world?
Giana studiously didn’t look back at him as she left the parking lot. Something about Koa Lokela that captured her attention. Whatever it was, she’d avoid it like wildfire.
Pulling into her apartment complex, she navigated to her assigned parking spot.Oh, great.Her next-door neighbor’s boyfriend already occupied it. Giana crossed her fingers, hoping they’d choose to go to his house. The paper-thin walls didn’t block their vigorous activities.
Just what she needed after her regular twenty-four-hour shift—Veronica’s headboard banging into the wall that separated them. Giana didn’t need to be reminded of how long it had been since she’d had a guest with benefits. She’d decided at the beginning of her career not to date a firefighter. Complications and jealousy could run rampant inside the building.
Giana preferred the men to view her as the captain rather than a potential girlfriend. It had taken months to convince everyone that she wasn’t interested—even in them. After Koa’s visit, she’d had to fend off three requests for dates.
Koa. What was it about the Special Forces soldier?
This close to base, she was used to military guys. They were always in incredible shape. Koa seemed even more… He’d focused only on her. The flashy blonde teenager in abbreviated shredded shorts and a halter top hadn’t caught his eye at all, despite the virtual drool on the floor from the other men in the coffee shop.
Those dark brown eyes seemed to see past all the barriers she’d created to guard her inner self. The dark shadow of his whiskers after a long day made her imagine what the handsome man would look like with a full beard. The scruff was attractive. After not shaving for a week, he would be a walking billboard for a testosterone overload.
A honk behind her made Giana realize she was idling in the middle of the parking lot. With an ‘I’m sorry’ wave, she pulled into a guest parking spot and turned off her engine. The horn blared a second time with indignation, and the inconvenienced driver didn’t move. Rolling her eyes, Giana stepped out of her car.
“You need to learn how to drive!” the jerk behind the wheel of a blue sedan yelled as he glared daggers at her.
“Sorry, sir. A long day at work. My apologies for holding you up,” Giana said and headed for her apartment building.
“We all have long days at work, bitch.”
Giana kept walking and took a sip of her coffee to stop herself from popping off with an equally rude response. She refused to allow the man to rile her. Waving her key fob at the security door, she walked into her building and pushed the door closed behind her. She’d be careful going in and out for the next few days. That hothead would soon shift his anger to someone else.
Taking a second to claim her mail from the entryway, Giana couldn’t wait to get in the shower and unwind a bit before going to bed. She’d become a firefighter to help others, but some days her job was a bit too people-y.
Once in her apartment, she locked the door and deadbolt. She dropped off the rest of her drink at her favorite spot on the sofa before heading for the shower. For many, drinking caffeine before bed would make them toss and turn for hours. Giana lived on the delicious brew at all hours. She’d learned to sleep when she could because the next emergency could sound at any time.
After letting the water pelt down on her tired muscles, Giana pulled on her favorite nightshirt and stepped into her bunny slippers. She padded out to the living room and pulled the vertical blinds across the sliding glass doors on the balcony. Theroom darkened immediately, and she asked her virtual personal assistant to turn on the light.
With a sigh of relief, Giana crawled onto her modular sectional sofa. She loved this U-shaped monstrosity with ottomans cuddled up to it. It was the closest thing to having a crib that looked normal to anyone who visited. She carefully picked up Jellybean from the nest the stuffie had napped in while Giana was at work and settled on the pile of pillows. Jellybean was a new acquisition, but she loved her lots.
“Hi, Jelly! I missed you. Did anything exciting happen here?” Giana asked the sweet creature.
She listened carefully to Jelly’s answer and nodded. “The office sent out a notice last week that they were going to come in to check the air filters. The maintenance guy didn’t scare you, did he? Yeah, he’s nice. I like him too. Want to watch a movie?”
After listening to the stuffie’s answer, she cheered, “Perfect! That’s a brilliant choice.”
Giana squirmed on the couch to reach the remote and started the movie she’d seen a million times before. Singing along with the dancing animals, she and Jelly enjoyed it for the million and first time. When the credits ended, she was too lazy to move. After turning everything off, she grabbed a throw from the back of the couch and crashed into sleep.
“Please. Please, Daddy,”Giana begged.
Jolted out of an erotic dream by the sound of her own voice, Giana stilled and blinked into the darkness. She ached with desire.Damn him.Koa’s face lingered in her mind.He’s not a daddy.
Or is he?Her imagination battled with her skeptical nature. She’d searched for a daddy for so long and not found one. Why was this guy sticking in her brain?
She untangled herself from the soft material trapped around her legs. Her fingertips brushed over her mound, leaving an electric zing that lingered from the soft touch. Giana spread her legs as she pulled up her nightshirt. She traced the cleft of her pussy, finding herself slick.
An image of Koa popped into her mind as she stroked herself more intimately. His powerful form inspired her fantasies. What would he look like naked?
