Page 9 of The Hottest Daddy
One good thing about not being on camera anymore,she thought with a grin to herself,is no more calorie restrictions.She had warm apple pie for dessert and then groaned as Cleo offered her a second helping on the house. “God, no, that’s so kind, but I will actuallyexplode.”
Cleo grinned. “Daisy said you were nice. We’re buddies.”
“That makes sense. I hope we will be too.”
“Right back atcha.” Cleo looked around to see if her manager was watching then slipped into the seat opposite Sunday. “Listen, just a quick word of warning, friend to friend. Daisy tells me you’re working for River?”
Sunday nodded. Cleo sighed. “Then watch out for Aria. Daisy won’t say this, but Aria’s a grade-A bitch. She’ll make trouble for you if she can. Ignore it.”
“I will, thanks. Not here to make any enemies.”
Cleo grinned at her. “Youarenice. Hey-ho, boss is back. Listen, let’s have coffee soon, yes? Nothere,I mean.”
“I’d love to.”
Sunday lingered over her coffee, not wanting to leave the warmth of the diner. Cleo, having finished her shift, had left a half hour before and Sunday had made sure she got the generous tip she had certainly earned.
Cleo had thanked her and left her cell phone number. “For whenever or whatever,” she’d said.
Sunday was reading news stories on her cellphone when she heard someone come into the rapidly-emptying diner. She looked up and saw a man, tall, with shaggy dark curls, brush snow off of his coat. He glanced across at her and their eyes locked.
Sunday felt a jolt through her entire body. The man was spectacular looking, a ruggedly handsome face, but it was his eyes that got her. Light green and thickly rimmed by black lashes, they gazed at her without wavering. She felt that glance everywhere.
Time seemed to freeze but then he walked over to her booth. “May I?”
Oh, darn it. Why did he have to have that deep, sexy, gravelly voice too? She nodded dumbly. He sat down opposite her. Another waitress drifted over and took his order for black coffee. He looked at Sunday questioningly.
She shook her head. “Just one, please.”
Sunday felt like a lovestruck teenager and she cleared her throat, trying to stop her face from burning.
“You’re new here.” A statement, not a question, but she nodded anyway.
“Sund—”
“No names.”
A thrill of something shot through her and suddenly she knew that whatever was going on here, she was going to let happen. She wanted this man, whoever he was, and she didn’t need complications. A one-night stand?Yes, please.She let the desire show in her eyes and his mouth hitched up in a satisfied smile.
His arrogance was compelling and strangely sexy and Sunday grinned back at him. “You’re very confident.”
“I know what I want.”
“And what’s that?”
“You. I don’t like to mess around or play games.”
“Me neither.” Sunday straightened her back. “Nor do I want complications.”
“Then we agree. Do you have a place nearby?”
“Yes.”
He tilted his head onto one side. “Are you’re sure about this?”
“Like I said, no complications. You want to fuck? Let’s fuck.” Sunday couldn’t quite believe the words were coming out of her own mouth, but what the hell? New life, new rules. The last thing she wanted was a relationship with anyone, but her body had needs, for chrissakes.
Her suitor gazed at her for a long moment, then grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet. “Let’s go, beautiful.”
