Page 18 of I.S.O Daddy

He was so fucked.

JettMechanic:

Good girl. Go to bed, we’ll talk tomorrow.

JettMechanic:

And I’m not your Daddy. Not yet. Not until we talk about this some more.

LittleAbbie:

What do I call you if not Daddy?

His fingers hovered over the glass screen as he hesitated.

JettMechanic:

My name is Jett. You can call me that for now.

LittleAbbie:

Your name is Jett and you’re a jet mechanic? That’s hilarious.

He grinned broader as he shook his head.

LittleAbbie:

I’m Abbie. It’s nice to meet you Jett The Jet Mechanic.

JettMechanic:

Name’s Jett, and I’m a regular car mechanic. Never worked on a jet before.

LittleAbbie:

Bummer. Your business cards would’ve been epic with that gimmick.

His head fell back as he laughed. She was fucking funny. And cute.

And he was so so fucked.

JettMechanic:

Go to bed, Abbie. I’ll message you tomorrow.

LittleAbbie:

Can I give you my number?

That would make things easier and he could make sure she took the listing down, but he didn’t feel right taking her number yet.

JettMechanic:

How about your email?

LittleAbbie:

How old are you? Who uses email?

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