Page 13 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

“Now you know you can be out at a bar, meet a hot Daddy, andstillnot get any. I wish I’d had a little less to drink, and then maybe Daddy could have fucked some sense into me after I saw…” I trailed off, but Eric picked up on it.

“That asshole? Of course he was out with his new hot reality-star boyfriend.”

Heat rose to my chest, like it did the day I found out what Carter was doing behind my back.

“Reality star?” I snapped. “He was onJudge Judyonce, and the other guy won a judgment against him.”

“I’m sorry, when was the last time you were on TV and then went viral on TikTok? I’ll wait.”

He had a point, and though I told myself I wasn’t jealous, my tense jaw disagreed. Although, I doubted that had anything to do withJudge Judy.

“Based on what Roger told me, this Daddy is new to town, so there’s still time to meet up.”

“Trust me, I tried to exchange numbers with him, and he looked at me like I’d grown a third eye, then fled the scene.”

That really disappointed me. I must have totally missed something because the way he looked at me beforehand didn’t just make me feel wanted, but like he was about to take me…go feral on my ass. Which was exactly what I wanted. But given what happened with my ex, maybe I was just bad at reading people.

Eric cringed. “Ooh, yeah, that’s not a good sign.”

“It was confusing. One minute he was looking at me and touching me like he was interested—which I’d say was an understatement—and then he bolted.”

Eric shrugged. “Maybe he has a boyfriend.”

Oh fuck. I hadn’t even considered that. Come to think of it, I didn’t even ask him, which was definitely something I should be doing before letting strange guys back into my place.

“Now why did you have to take an already ruined night and make it suck even more?”

“Sounds like the problem was, there wasn’t any sucking happening.”

“I don’t think that one came out as slick as you were hoping.”

“Well, you already said there wasn’t any coming, so…”

“I feel like anything I say is gonna be twisted into something.”

“Wish I could get twisted into something…”

“Stop it,” I said with a glare.

“Or what? You’ll get back to working?”

The timer went off on the cookies I’d put in the convection oven, and I pulled them out to cool, when Eric, his gaze shifting back to his comic book, said, “So that Daddy? Would you have happened to let him wear your pink unicorn shirt and a pair of shorts he needed to use a belt with because they were too small to button?”

My thoughts scrambled. “How could you possibly know that?”

He motioned toward the back of the dining area, indicating someone standing with his face pressed against the glass window, hands cupped to peek inside.

Daddy? What was he doing here?

I waved, unsure if he could see me, but he waved back. This felt particularly awkward, especially as he drew the attention of the patrons sitting around the dining area.

“I mean…” Eric began, “you’d have to bereallyhot to pull off that outfit and be a creepy stalker without that totally killing it for me.”

He wasn’t wrong.

Daddy picked up something off the sidewalk—oh, the Tupperware I’d lent him—and walked alongside the window, searching very hard for something until he came to the door. Gripping the handle, he pushed.

And pushed again.