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They have amazing appetizers and happy hour cocktails. Aside from certain times of the year, the restaurant is quiet during the week. It’s the perfect place to meet, relax, enjoy each other’s company, and dream of finding our Daddy or Mommy. It’s the best night of the week.
“How’s the rest of the planning for parents’ weekend going?” Fawn asks.
“Really good,” I tell her excitedly, picking up my pencil and coloring in Belle’s dress. “I was late tonight because we had an impromptu department meeting to discuss our plans. They want the new photography professor, Etienne Martin, and me to run workshops for the parents that weekend.”
The college was ecstatic they had been able to get the famous photographer onto our faculty for several of the practical photography courses. I’m the current faculty advisor for the photography club on campus, though Etienne will be taking over, and teach several history of photography courses.
“Oh!” Fawn looks up. “I follow him on Instagram. I just love his animal pictures.”
“You would,” I tease.
She sticks out her tongue at me, making me laugh. “Is he as gorgeous in real life as in his profile picture?”
“More.” I sigh, remembering how he smiled when he sat next to me in the conference room. His blue eyes were brighten, his lip quirked, and the hardness of his large body had seemed to melt into the chair beside me.
“That’s not possible,” Fawn argues.
“He smells good too,” I say a bit dreamily. “Like falling leaves and sunshine.”
“You’re smitten,” Samantha states, pointing the end of her colored pencil at me and smiling.
“It doesn’t matter. You know how small my department is. I would never date a coworker. Plus, I want a Daddy.”
“You deserve one,” she states emphatically, giving me a sideways hug.
“We all do!” I say.
“I just wish there was a secret handshake, so you’d know if they were a Daddy or not,” Fawn grumbles, and I catch her glancing toward the bar where several men are enjoying beers.
“There is,” Samantha teases. “It’s called a spanking.”
Our table erupts into a fit of giggles, some more nervous than others.
“Not sure you ladies need these,” Tony mutters, setting our cocktails in front of us.
Thanking him, I pick up my glass and take a restorative sip.
“Your food will be right out,” he tells us before disappearing as quickly as he arrived.
“Did you make any students cry today, professor?” Samantha asks, grinning at me as she sips her old-fashioned.
“It was only once.” I roll my eyes. “She thought crying would get me to raise her failing grade, but it only pissed me off.”
“You better be careful,” Fawn states in mock seriousness. “Karma will get you, and your Daddy will be a hard-ass too.”
“As long as he has a great ass, I don’t care.” I grab a mac and cheese ball and take a bite.
“Be careful what you wish for.” Samantha snickers, unzipping her pencil case and selecting several more colors.
Over the next hour, more littles join our group as they get off from work. We eat, drink, and color in companionable silence broken occasionally by friendly chatter and planning our next group outing to the local Build-A-Bear store, followed by hot cider and donuts at a local orchard.
“Be right back,” I tell Samantha, who is sitting next to me, as I set down my colored pencil and close my coloring book. “I’ve got to hit the little girls’ room.”
“Hurry up, or I’m finishing those chicken fingers,” she warns as Fawn steals another while Samantha isn’t looking, giving me a playful grin.
I snag my phone from the table and tuck it into my pocket, then make my way through the restaurant. As I reach the bar, my phone vibrates. Pulling it out of my pocket, I read the messages as I walk toward the restrooms.
Unknown Number: Are you being a good little girl?
