Page 19 of Single Daddy To Go

My answer to this question is ready too.

“Thankfully, no,” I say. “We’re located in a well-off neighborhood, so we tend to draw affluent families like yourselves. Not that money doesn’t equal problems,” I say quickly. “But we don’t have troubled children in the traditional sense, who pick fights and have aggression issues. Instead, the tots are mostly well-behaved, and eager to learn and explore.”

Rob nods with respect in his eyes.

“You know, I never thought elementary education would be this nuanced,” he says slowly. “I thought it was nothing more than a day care.”

“Well, wearea day care,” I say, “but there’s more to it than that. We don’t just let the kids wander around and do nothing. Instead, we seek to provide enriching experiences, and to help each child develop to their fullest potential in a safe and nurturing environment.”

A moment of silence.

“Ally,” the billionaire says with an amused smile. “I’m already sold on Ladybug Tots. My daughter’s already enrolled, and I think the world of you guys. No need to give me the marketing spiel.”

My cheeks go red.

“No, I didn’t mean that!” is my half-hearted protest. “I know it sounds like I was spouting the company line, but … but ….”

“But you were,” he finishes for me with another amused smile. “Come on, I’ll show you the rest of the apartment.”

And slowly, we walk down a thickly carpeted corridor, my footsteps silent on the pile. Oh god. What have I done? Why is everything I say so lame and predictable? And why in the world did I give him the marketing spiel from my job? Even if I did, at least I could have made it sound less processed, and more real.

My cheeks flame. Rob’s been throwing open doors and showing me room after room, but I don’t see a thing. Instead, all I can think about is how I’m totally out of my league. After all, he brings me to his penthouse, and I gawk at the space. He shows me his man cave, and I immediately think that his ex still lives here. He asks me about my job, and I turn into a robot spouting slogans. What the hell is wrong with me?

But Rob doesn’t notice, his broad back leading me further down the hall. Finally, we stop before a set of imposing oak doors.

“Is this where it happens?” I ask, trying to crack a joke. “You know, all the magical machinery of Willy Wonka’s factory? Are there oompa-loompas waiting to jump out and dance for us?”

I’m trying to be funny because I figure that the solid oak doors hide an office inside. Something luxurious and grand, with a massive desk and club chairs upholstered in the finest leather. Maybe even a fireplace.

Well, I wasn’t wrong about the luxurious and grand part because when Rob throws open the doors, the space insideisimposing. It’s huge, with floor to ceiling windows that overlook Central Park. The night sky beckons, illuminating the room with the cool glow of moonlight and the sparkle of the city below.

But that’s when I gasp, every cell suddenly tingling with awareness. This isn’t Rob’s office. This is hisbedroom. The furniture is all heavy, masculine wood, with a navy coverlet on a king-size bed. It’s sparsely decorated otherwise, and definitely all man.

“Oh I see,” is my faint voice. “No oompa-loompas then.”

“No oompa-loompas dancing,” he agrees in a low voice, shutting the door behind us. “But maybe you’d like to dance for me instead, sweetheart?”

Suddenly, I realize that the evening’s reached its climax, and I’m ready for this man in every way.

8

Rob

Shit, she’s so beautiful that I can’t stop from staring. Ally’s a different one, that’s for sure. Most women I know are practiced and so smooth that it’s like gliding on ice. You’re making conversation, but learning absolutely nothing about each other. You could be talking to a TV, it’s that bland.

But Ally’s all sparkle and shine, with a really cute way of putting her foot in her mouth. She’s shy, sure, but at the same time opinionated and bossy. And shedefinitelyknows her stuff around children, which turns me on like crazy because I’ve always wanted a huge family. My penthouse is enormous. It was cavernous even when Lindsay lived here, like some ghostly space haunted by three souls. We rattled around the ice box most nights, sticking to our respective corners.

But I want things to change. I’ve always wanted dozens of rug rats, and for some reason, Ally makes me think that it could come true. She’s the motherly type. Just look at how good she is with Katie, and how knowledgeable she is when leading a class full of tots. I’d love to make that curvy form grow curvier still, hopefully with a couple of my babies inside.

“You ready?” I ask in a growl.

She’s literally trembling like a leaf. Yet I can feel the frisson of awareness between us.

“For what?” she says in a whisper, taking a deep breath. My dick hardens at the sight of those huge breasts lifting and then falling. I need to touch them, and there’s no reason to hold back. I’ve finally gotten the curvy girl into a room alone, and the time has come to sample what she has to offer.

Slowly, my bronzed fist reaches out and gently cups the bottom of one large tit. Oh shit, this is exactly how I like them. Huge and soft, with a pebbly tip that’s already poking out under the thin fabric of her dress.

“Mr. Lockhart!” she exclaims, eyes wide and startled. “Oh my god!”