Page 2 of XOXO, Daddy
“What makes you think I’d want to join?” I asked, feeling the slightest bit of a bratty attitude rise to the surface. Very unbecoming of a little—then again, I wasn’t a little right now. Feeling uncomfortable and out of sorts, I shoved my hand into my bag. Immediately, feeling the softness of Mr. Fluffers, my favorite stuffy, soothed my nerves.
His chuckle behind me only made me blush further. Something about that dark, rich tone made me want to turn around and see if maybe he was headed into the room, too.
Stop that, Willow. This was not the time to try to find a Daddy. If you can’t walk into the room, you shouldn’t be looking for a Daddy.
My internal scolding did little to stop the desire from settling in my belly.
“Let’s just say I have a bit of a knack for spotting littles out in the wild — or at a club, as the case would have it here.” I jumped in shock, his voice now sounding closer, his whispered words fanning that flame of desire. I turned, a sharp retort on the tip of my tongue —
And immediately went silent.
The absolute Greek god of a silver fox that stood before me was nothing short of a masterpiece of masculine sex appeal. Perhaps I was being dramatic, but as my eyes roamed from the silvering edges of his dark hair to his broad shoulders and lower, it was all I could do to not let my jaw gape open and drool all over the floor.
Muscled arms nearly ripped the seams of his tight fitting long-sleeved shirt, and his waist tapered down to strong hips and thighs. But his smirk —my God, that smirk!Looks like that could kill a woman. But what a way to go!
My fingers twisted and twirled a tendril of my hair as the little inside of me came full force to the surface.
There was something vaguely familiar about him, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. My thoughts halted in their tracks as he reached out to pry that tendril of hair from my fingers, tucking it back behind my ear gently. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes for a split second before I realized what I was doing. Heat flushed over my face as I looked down at my shoes. I had nearly purred at his touch. Never before had someone affected me so strongly, so quickly.
He gently pressed the tip of his finger beneath my chin, raising my head to meet his gaze. “Now, I make it a point to know just about everybody that comes to Obsidian, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before. And trust me, I would remember if I saw you, honey.”
My blush had to be so deep that I looked like I was choking. Hell, I almost choked on my own tongue, trying to come up with a suitably clever response. Something about this man turned my brain to mush and my core to a waterfall.
“I… uh… I don’t know about that. I’m sure there are lots of other people you’d remember better than me,” I stuttered out.
What the hell was that, Willow? Could you be any more awkward?
“I beg to differ, darlin’. You are quite unforgettable, trust me.” His smile turned my knees weak. “But what is a lovely little lady like yourself doing in Obsidian this evening? Are you interested in the littles room?” He nodded towards the room I’d been trying to gather up the courage to enter.
“I’m just trying to enjoy a little night life now that I’ve moved to town,” I answered shyly.
“Something tells me you’d love a night out on the town, maybe to a movie and out for a cabinet afterward. I make a mean cabinet with tahini. I know it sounds strange, but don’t knock it till you try it,” he chuckled. Even though I grew up here, it was still jarring to hear people call milkshakes cabinets like they did here in Rhode Island. But that wasn’t what stopped me in my tracks. It was reality hitting me right in the face.
I’d had tahini milkshakes — or cabinets — before.
With my best friend from high school, Alyssa.
Her father had made them all the time for us, growing up. I’d never heard of anyone else making that particular concoction.
Which could only mean one thing.
My jaw hung open as I realized exactly who the silver daddy fox standing before me was, and why he had seemed slightly familiar.
This was none other than Alyssa’s father, Adam Stone.
I had been flirting with my best friend’s dad.
I stood there like a deer in headlights, like an absolute idiot.
His eyes moved over my face, taking in the ludicrous sight of me. Then, with a smirk and a wink, he simply shrugged. “They’re not that bad, honey. I promise. If you ever want to try one, just ask around for Adam. I’m here all the time.”
With that, he turned on his heel and stalked back down the hall towards the main area of the club, as though it were nothing.
Because he didn’t recognize me.
He had no clue who I was.
But I knew him. AdamfuckingStone.
