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In search of Daddy.
Abbie giggled to herself as she typed the words. She couldn't believe she was doing something as wild and reckless as this, but she couldn't turn back now.
21, F, VA.
New to the lifestyle and looking for a Daddy to show me the ropes.
Oh, she'd definitely like a Daddy to show her the ropes...then tie her up with them.
If you're looking for a Little with a big attitude, message me.
Yeah, she thought that was a great line, too. But did it send the wrong message? She wasn't a brat. Okay, maybe she was. But only a tiny little bit. Nothing a well-seasoned Daddy couldn't handle.
Her tongue poked out between her lips as she stared at the blinking bar mocking her on the screen. What else could she say? That she loved long walks on the beach? Sunset was her favorite time of day? She was a Sagittarius?
Ugh.
She scrubbed her hands over her face. This shouldn't be so hard. It was just a silly little ad in the personals section of Gregslist. It wasn't like she was writing anything important. Just an advertisement looking for a man who'll hopefully change her life forever.
No pressure or anything.
She rewrote the words and stared at them. She had to admit it was a great freaking line. So clever and hilarious. Any Daddy who saw it would immediately think she was the Little for them. Then they would fight to the death over her, and she'd claim the victor as her Daddy forever and ever, Amen.
She didn't give herself any more time to think as she pressed the post button.
There.
It was out there in the world.
And now, all she had to do was wait.
* * *
A bell chimed,and Jett let out a low groan as he pulled his head out from under the hood of the car he'd been working on. Wiping his hands on the rag slung over his shoulder, the black grease staining the already filthy fabric, he turned toward the office. From his spot in the garage, he couldn’t clearly see who’d come in. Despite the late hour, he assumed it was a customer.
Using the back of his hand, he brushed it over his sweaty forehead, knowing he smeared grease across his skin. But whoever it was shouldn't give a shit about it. They were walking into a mechanics shop. They should expect their mechanic to be disgusting and covered in black oil.
If they weren't filthy, they were just a terrible mechanic.
Stomping across the bay, he shoved the office door open, letting it slam shut behind him. He skirted around an open filing cabinet and headed for the front counter. He needed to remind Livy to close them or someone could get hurt. Likely her.
A man in a suit and a pissed off expression glared at him from across the counter, and he sighed, barely refraining from pinching between his eyes. He could feel a headache forming there, and it wasn’t from a long day working. It was definitely situational.
"I need my car fixed," the man said. Jett's brows rose at the tone. Entitled little prick, wasn't he?
He was much shorter than Jett, but then again, most people were. Even if he tried to make himself smaller, he still towered over everyone. And his broad shoulders, and solid body didn’t help at making him look any less intimidating.
Jett’s gaze flitted over the man again. His suit was pressed, but the pants were slightly wrinkled, likely from sitting all day. With weirdly smooth and pale skin, he looked like he never saw the sun. There wasn’t a premature wrinkle in sight.
Shaking himself, Jett leaned against the counter. "What's the problem?" he asked, and the man huffed out a breath, looking so put out at the question. But how could Jett help him if he didn't know the problem?
"It's making a noise," the other man snapped.
"Cars make a lot of noises," Jett drawled. "Gotta be a bit more specific, bud." The man's jaw ticked, and satisfaction filled him.
He loved pissing dickheads off.
