Page 31 of Big Daddy to Go

Good morning, Sexy Lexi.

I send the message to her and don’t have to wait long for a reply.

Good morning. I’m glad you got my note ??

Thanks for leaving your number so I wouldn’t have to stalk you at The Drunken Bucket again.

Haha, no problem.

Did you have fun last night?

Definitely. I’m still sore… in more than one place.

Hope I didn’t hurt you.

No complaints here :-p

I smile to myself and decide to flirt a little more.

You could have stayed. My cock loves having your juicy ass pressed against it.

My pants tighten as I await her naughty reply.

And my ass misses your cock deep inside it.

Just like that, I’m hard as a rock for her. My phone rings, startling me. My phone fumbles in the air until it slams down onto the kitchen island. Kayla picks her head up from where she’s lying in concern.

“Hi, Joel,” I sigh, seeing my assistant’s name on the caller I.D.

“Sorry, Kane. Is this a bad time?”

“No, it’s fine. What’s up?”

“The Greensboro Brothers are flying in tonight. I sent car service to pick them up, but they have to catch a flight back on Monday morning instead of Tuesday. Can you possibly have a lunch meeting with them tomorrow at two p.m.?” Joel asks.

“Yeah, I guess I don’t have a choice.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Joel, stop apologizing. It’s not your fault. It’s my job,” I explain. “Are you coming to the charity event tonight?”

“I’ll be there with my boyfriend,” he explains.

“I look forward to meeting him. See you tonight,” I tell him.

After hanging up with Joel, I sigh. I had been planning to ask Lexi out tomorrow, but who knows how long I will be schmoozing our potential clients?

I pick up the phone again and send a drooling face emoji in response to Lexi’s text about her ass missing me. I decide to ask her out for Monday. I can’t remember the last time I’ve asked a woman out on a real date. Not for drinks with the intention of sex right after, but a date – with dinner and actual conversation.

Do you want to have dinner with me on Monday night after work?

I try to distract myself by getting on the floor and playing with Kayla. But I keep glancing down at my phone to see if Lexi has responded. What is this woman doing to me? She has me acting like a teenager!

Like a date?her text response reads.

Yes.

I stare at the phone, waiting for her answer. Nothing. Three dots appear, signifying she’s typing. The dots disappear and appear again… and disappear yet again.