Page 5 of His Perfect Gift

I clenched my jaw.

Me:My son created a profile for me. This wasn’t my idea.

AJ:Your son? Oh, so you’re an older man? I just love an age-gap story.

Me:I told you this was an accident.

AJ:So, you’re not looking for real love?

I rubbed my eyes. This was what I got for fucking around online and stalking someone’s pictures. And the sarcasm on this girl was strong, too. I’d love to spank the sass out of her generous ass. But then again, were those actual pictures of her?

Me:What about you, AJ? Is that even your real name? Your real pictures? How do I know I’m not being catfished?

AJ:LOL. Catfished? You messaged me, remember?

Me:You didn’t have to respond if you thought it was creepy.

AJ:I guess I was intrigued. It’s not every day a stranger tells me he loves me. I feel so special.

I rolled my lips, fighting an unwanted smile.

AJ:Now, how much of an age gap are we talking about here?

Then, I remembered she was twenty-one and too damn young for me.

Me:Too much.

AJ:I doubt it. Send me a real picture so I can get a better idea.

Me:Goodnight, AJ.

AJ:Wait! I’ll take one of me so you know it’s real. If you send me one of you.

My dick perked up, and I shook my head. Were we really going to do this? I needed to shut this down before I was the subject ofHow to Catch a Predator.

Me:Don’t. I’m forty-six. I’m old enough to be your father. I’m sorry about the misunderstanding.

I was about to click out of the app, and then she sent me a message. A picture of her. It wasn’t risqué, but it was still captivating. I couldn’t help staring. She had on a sports tank top and yoga pants. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and her face was free of makeup. She looked beautiful, natural, and too damn innocent.

AJ:Do you believe me now? I just finished working out.

I tilted my head, still mesmerized by her photo. She was into fitness. Seeing her lithe body, I wondered if she was a dancer or a yoga instructor. My stupid thumbs typed out a question before my brain caught up.

Me:What kind of workout?

AJ:I take Pilates classes three times a week and do cardio, as well. Do you work out?

Dot. Dot. Dot.

AJ:Daddy?

Daddy. She just said that. I groaned and fought the urge to grip my cock again. Instead, I thumbed out a message.

Me:I work out five days a week. Strength training and running five miles a day.

AJ:Oh, so you must be in great shape. Send me a picture.

Shut this down. Shut this down. Shut this down,my conscience screamed.

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