Page 10 of Truck Me Daddy

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.

But now I think about it, I did notice Trent cast an eye toward my booth. Maybe he noticed Atty’s head poking out from the backpack and got freaked out?

After all, some guys just can’t wrap their head around the whole concept of Littles, stuffies, and everything else that comes with the DDlb lifestyle.

Well, I’m not going to lose too much sleep over it.

If Trent thinks I’m hot but doesn’t like the fact that I’m a card-carrying Little, then he can simply go about his day and not bother me for a single second longer.

‘Hey, Atty, we don’t need that surf doofus, right?’ I say, giggling as I stroke Atty’s colorful fur.

‘Surf doofus?’ the voice behind me says.

Oh shit. Oh hell no. Please tell me that’s not who I think it is…

‘Trent,’ I say, blushing furiously and trying my best not to look as guilty as sin. ‘I didn’t see you ummm… I, um, did you enjoy your coffee?’

I’m totally blowing this.

With my cheeks on fire and my brain refusing to come up with anything that makes any kind of sense, I feel like I want the world to swallow me up whole.

‘Relax, boy,’ Trent says. ‘The coffee was good. But, listen, I’ve got a question for you.’

‘Okaaay,’ I say, totally not knowing what direction Trent is about to take things in.

‘I live near Los Torros Canyon. You know it?’ Trent says.

‘Wow. Yeah. I actually live and work there,’ I reply, my heart racing even harder and my eyes scanning Trent up and down his rock-hard surfer’s body.

‘Well, that makes this a whole lot easier,’ Trent says, a knowing smile on his face. ‘Here, take my number. Send me a message when you get back and maybe we could hang out some time?’

‘I…’

‘No pressure,’ Trent replies. ‘I’ve been around the block enough to not worry about rejection. If you don’t want to message, don’t. But… I sure would like it if you did.’

‘No, I definitely will,’ I say, any attempt to act all cool being immediately blown out of the water. ‘I’d like that.’

‘Well, that’s good,’ Trent replies. ‘And by the way, sorry if I seemed a bit abrupt earlier. It’s…’

‘Yeah?’

‘Well, I’m not looking for quick hookups,’ Trent says. ‘I’ve been there, done that. I’m thinking it might be time for a change.’

‘No, no, I get it,’ I reply, the pair of us sharing a warm smile. ‘I’m the same.’

With that, Trent smiles and walks back to his booth.

I don’t know what just happened – or how – but as I look at Trent’s phone number in my hand, I know that this is one late delivery that might just work out for the best.

And speaking of deliveries, the package at the front of Trent’s jeans looked very special indeed… and I might just spend some time thinking about unwrapping it as I make the drive home tonight.

Chapter 4

Trent

Seeing Mikey at that cute diner really did something to me.

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