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Maybe she should just leave. Text him and tell him she’d gotten a sudden stomach bug and couldn’t make it. Tell him to forget about her and move on with his life.
But could she?
She’d gotten a small taste of what having a Daddy could be like, and if she were being honest, she was addicted. To him. To his authority. His dominance. Everything about him. And he hadn’t given her a single red flag. But bad people were good at pretending, weren’t they?
Before she could make up her mind, a deep voice rumbled from behind her. “Abbie?”
She turned toward him.
Then screamed.
nine
Jett re-gripped the steering wheel. He’d been sitting at the park for over an hour, staring right at the bench they’d agreed to meet at. He should’ve gotten out, should’ve been the one waiting for her. But now that the time to meet her was here, he was so fucking nervous. He’d never been this anxious in his life.
Not when he’d fought off those men to protect his brother.
Not when he’d gone to prison for it.
Not when he’d gotten out and had to start his life over.
But meeting this little girl was the thing that was going to do him in. It was the thing that was going to make him crumble to his knees, he was so damn nervous.
He watched her pink skirt sway as she paced back and forth, her head lowered. He wanted to reprimand her, tell her she needed to be on alert at all times. Anyone could sneak up on her and she’d never know it. She needed to be more careful.
But that’s what she had him for. Now, he’d protect her. She could relax and live her life carefree. He could take care of everything.
She looked so fucking small. So delicate and fragile. So pretty. She looked different than she did in her photo, but not in a bad way. She looked…softer. Prettier. More innocent.
Fuck.
He should leave. She was better off without him and his baggage. She was still so young, she could find someone who could give her the whole world. He couldn’t. He was a damn mechanic and an ex-con. It wasn’t like he had a lot of money to shower her with gifts, or to take her everywhere she wanted to go.
But he’d try.
He’d fucking try.
What if she saw him and hated him? Or was scared of him? He could deal with a lot of things, but this sweet girl thinking he was scary? That he’d ever hurt her didn’t sit right with him. At six-foot-five, he knew his size was intimidating. But he never wanted her to feel intimidated.
She looked around again, and he took a deep breath. She was probably wondering where the hell he was. He needed to get out of his old truck and walk up to her. Shake her hand. Say, “Hi, I’m Jett. Nice to meet you.”
His stomach twisted tightly as he opened the door and shut it firmly behind him. She didn’t look up or in his direction at the sound. She really needed to learn to be more aware of her surroundings.
Slowly, he walked across the park, watching everyone, making sure no one messed with her. As he got closer, every instinct in him was screaming at him to run away. To leave. A voice in his head was reminding him she was too good for him. She was too pretty for him. He needed to leave her alone. He needed to go away.
But he couldn’t stop walking toward her.
It was like she had a magnetic pull on him, and he just needed to be near her.
He tried to make his footsteps louder as he got closer so he wouldn’t accidentally scare her. It didn’t seem to matter, because as he stopped behind her, she was still pacing, still muttering to herself. She didn’t even notice he was right there.
He thought about reaching for her, touching her shoulder, but thought better of it. He was new to being a Dom and a Daddy, but he knew consent was important, and he definitely didn’t have her consent to touch her, even just her arm.
So he cleared his throat.
Nothing.
Again.
