Page 32 of Big Daddy to Go

Fucking great. I just made things awkward by trying to make our sex more than what it is. I’ve never met a girl before who didn’t pressure me for a date. And this one—the first one I’m putting myself out there for in eighteen years—is mulling it over! I’ve never been good with rejection, which is how I got to be where I am today, both financially and professionally.

Suddenly, my phone vibrates. I look down and smile, even though Lexi’s response doesn’t sound as enthusiastic as I’d hoped it would. Maybe she’s playing coy. I tell myself that just to keep my ego intact.

Okay, sure.

Meet me at 7 at Angelino’s on 48thand Madison?

Sounds good. See you Monday.

I’d decided not to make the date too overwhelming with a fancy restaurant. I can sense some sort of reluctance on Lexi’s part, and I’m hoping it doesn’t have anything to do with me. Maybe she had other plans originally or she’s worried that I don’t respect her after all of our sexy trysts. Or maybe she’s in the middle of a busy weekend.

Then, the thought of her missing her period comes to mind. For some reason, the idea of Lexi pregnant with my child makes me smile. It’s too soon to tell if she’s carrying my baby, right? Regardless, hope for the future fills me. I’d lost hope for children, or even a wife, a few years ago.

Work had taken up all of my time and there wasn’t any of it left over to invest in relationships. Besides, no one worthy of investing time or trust in had come along anyhow.

My parents’ surprising divorce five years ago had also destroyed any hope I had left of love existing.

But there is something about Lexi that renews a spark within me. At the very least, she makes me want to be around her more than any other person I’ve met in a while.

The rest of the weekend keeps me well-occupied, but even with all of the distractions of the charity event and the business meeting, Lexi keeps popping into my mind.

When Monday morning rolls around, all hope to keep me distracted is lost. It’s a slow day with no meetings or anything pressing to take care of. I keep seeing Lexi’s big brown eyes and her gorgeous smile. I can hear her unfiltered and infectious laugh. And her body… what I wouldn’t do to throw her on my desk right now and hear her moan my name.

Why is Lexi different than any other girl? Is it simply that she isn’t fazed by my money, or is there more to it? I decide there must be more to it. Lexi is different; I can feel it in every fiber of my being. She’s someone worth getting to know better.