Down on her luck, Tilly Adams is forced to put her college plans on hold while she does some serious saving. Turns out the college fund she’s been relying on, barely has enough in it to put gas in her rust bucket of a car. Cue meltdown.
With community college her only option, she gets a job at the new bar in town where dancing on tables is not only allowed, it’s encouraged. It doesn’t take long before the owner, Noah Stanton, is noticing the new girl on the floor. Strong, protective, and mature in years, the staff like to call...
Down on her luck, Tilly Adams is forced to put her college plans on hold while she does some serious saving. Turns out the college fund she’s been relying on, barely has enough in it to put gas in her rust bucket of a car. Cue meltdown.
With community college her only option, she gets a job at the new bar in town where dancing on tables is not only allowed, it’s encouraged. It doesn’t take long before the owner, Noah Stanton, is noticing the new girl on the floor. Strong, protective, and mature in years, the staff like to call him daddy, but he’s far from the daddy-type, preferring to keep his distance and focus on business before pleasure. He’s a single dad and an ex-military man who keeps his business and personal life as far away from each other as possible.
But when Tilly finds another way to make her college money by auctioning off something precious to her, Noah can’t help but get involved. Maybe he likes being called daddy, after all…
