Page 6 of Dating the DILF
He’s got me there. He and my big brother did warn me, and when my life came crashing down ten months ago, they were the first to say I told you so. But they were also the first to step in and help me get control back, which takes the sting away from the continued barbs they throw my way.
“I know, Dad.” I imagine my face is as petulant as my almost-three-year-old’s was ten minutes ago and I try to school my features into a less hostile version of myself.
“Daddy, I’m tired.”
I turn to see Tallulah almost falling asleep at the table. I sigh and push away from the island bench where I was eating.
“I’m going to give Lulu her bath, you’re good to let yourself out?”
“Yeah.” He begins gathering up the dirty dishes and rinsing them. “Go, I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
I move to walk behind him and slap him on the back. “Thanks, Dad. I really do appreciate all your help.”
He meets my eye, understanding clear and bright. “I know,” he answers brusquely. His eyes turn to his granddaughter and his heavy expression suddenly lightens, a grin spreading across his face. “I think you’re needed.”
I follow the direction of his look and see Tallulah, fast asleep in her mashed potatoes.
Adelaide: I swear Thompson has a butt plug permanently shoved up his ass.
Adelaide: I mean have you seen the way he walks?
Adelaide: Like a goddamn penguin!
Adelaide: It’s unnatural, Charlie. UNNATURAL!
A tired, but good-natured sigh slips past my lips as I read Addy’s response to my earlier message. Pulling my keys out of the ignition, I sink back into my seat and type a quick reply.
Charlie: That may be so, but I believe my question was: did you file the paperwork for his continuance?
Adelaide: Yes, I understand that was your question, but I believe it was pertinent that I shared my observation before I forgot. Because it was funny as fuck, *Charlotte*
Adelaide: And, yes, I filed the paperwork.
Groaning, I shove my phone in my purse and take a moment to shake off the stress of the week.
Ice cream. I need ice cream. A pint of mint choc chip will make everything better. It’s the one golden rule of life that has proven to be true over and over.
Ice cream fixes everything.
I climb out of my beloved Prius, ignoring the bite of my waistband and instead concentrate on the mission at hand. My determination is admirable, if I do say so myself.
A light mist of rain has begun to fall, so I hurry through the parking lot to the beckoning fluorescent lights of the supermarket, the familiar tap of my heels on the asphalt comforting me.
Rushing through the automatic sliding doors, I make a sharp right turn and head straight to the freezer section. This week has been a complete nightmare and all I want to do right now is head home and climb into bed with my delicious, sugary treats and a smart-ass devil calledLucifer.
Right on cue, I notice how my pants are stretching uncomfortably across my ass with every step I take, reminding me how long it has been since I spent any time on the treadmill. That would probably be a much better plan.
However, all thoughts of the treadmill disappear when I reach the ice cream section and I stare at the promised land. My eyes dart across the rows of creamy goodness looking for my beloved mint choc chip and the noise that escapes my lips when I can’t see it could almost be described as a growl.
A deep chuckle to my right grabs my attention and my cheeks are already flaming before I even turn to see who was witness to my small display of emotion.
The burn intensifies when I find myself face to face with one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. The first thing I notice is his height. He towers over me, and considering I stand at five foot seven in bare feet, that almost never happens.
Vibrant blue eyes meet mine, full of mischief, and I allow myself a moment to imagine what it would feel like to look into eyes like that every day. The thought startles me and the moment comes to a quick end when he clears his throat and his teeth sink into his full bottom lip in, what I can only assume is, an attempt to fight the smile quirking his full lips.
A fight he is losing.
A wave of fresh embarrassment washes over me and I duck my head in an effort to avoid his gaze.
