Page 37 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Matty

“You are more than welcome. I want you to be happy.”

“What if I don’t make enough money—”

“I don’t care if you don’t make a fucking dime. It’s not about that. I mean, it could be very successful.”

“I could put a few poles over there and teach some pole dancing, too.”

“Whatever you want to do.”

He dropped his feet to the floor and took another look around. He pulled out his phone and took a few pictures. “I think…”

“Yes?”

“Let’s rent it for six months, like you said. And we can decide then if we want to rent it longer, buy it, or close it.”

“Is six months enough for you to know that?”

He shrugged. “It’s long enough to let me know how I feel about teaching dance. I need to get into it and see. I think I’ll love it.”

“You’ll be great.”

“Thanks. You’re biased. But also, loving it and being great aren’t the same things. I was a great pole dancer. Didn’t really love it.” He tsked. “But we’ll see. How’s that?”

“Sounds like a plan. Merry Christmas, Matty.”

“Merry Christmas, Daddy.”