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  Candy’s Daddy © May 2010 Cherry Lee

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  Candy’s Daddy

  By Cherry Lee

  Chapter One

  Candy tugged the bodice of her waitress uniform down and pushed her tits up higher. Didn’t matter. There wasn’t enough there to ever make decent cleavage. But even the illusion of more boobs made better tips

  Giving up on her pathetic décolletage, she leaned over the sink and gazed into the mirror as she traced her mouth with pink. She pressed her lips together and pursed them at her reflection. A pretty brown-eyed girl with bubblegum pink lips kissed back at her.

  A quick brush of her long, brown hair and she was ready to go back to work. She pushed through the bathroom door into the noisy, steamy, crowded atmosphere of Jake’s Place on a Saturday night.

  “Table three’s calling for another round. Get your ass in gear!” Bets yelled as she hurried past with a drink-laden tray.

  “I’m coming. It won’t kill them to wait a minute.” Candy drew a long breath and headed back into the fray, counting the hours until close. In hard economic times beggars couldn’t be choosers. She was lucky to have any job and she made damn good tips at Jake’s, but Christ how she’d like to go out back and have a smoke. Or even better, pretend to be sick and go home early.

  The group of young guys at the table she’d neglected showed their annoyance with surly arrogance, demanding a round and when she returned with the drinks, claiming they’d all switched their drink orders and she’d gotten it wrong. When Candy went back to the bar with the rejected drinks, the bartender gave her shit, too. Pissed off and flustered, she swore under her breath as she waited for the fresh drinks.

  “Hard night?” The man sitting on the end of the bar had a deep drawl that sent a little thrill through her.

  Candy glanced over at him and was caught in his dark, deep gaze. She scarcely noticed the rest of his appearance his eyes so fully captured her attention. “Uh…yeah. Table three. Bunch of frat boys with delusions of royalty.”

  The man glanced over at them. “I know the type.”

  Once his eyes had released their grip on her, she was able to take in the rest of him. He was a big man with broad shoulders, not overly good-looking but not unattractive either. His hair was a lighter brown than those profound eyes. But oh, that voice and those eyes alone were enough to get her into bed. If he only knew.

  He focused on her again and Candy stopped worrying about whether the rejected drink order would be subtracted from her tips. She stopped thinking about the bills she was behind on, her broken car at the mechanic’s shop, and her job that barely put food in her cupboards.

  She leaned her elbows on the counter and smiled at the stranger. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.”

  “You know all the customers?” he smiled.

  “We do have a lot of regulars. And I’d remember you.” She heard her voice go flirty and breathy. She sounded as if she was about twelve instead of twenty-five.

  “You would? What’s memorable about me?”

  “Your eyes,” she admitted. “They…” Look inside me? See my soul? Such poetic pretension wasn’t her style. “They’re kind. You seem like a caring sort of person.”

  “I kiss babies and puppies on a regular basis,” he quipped. “You know, a guy prefers to hear that he seems dangerous, wild, sexy. ‘Kind’ isn’t exactly hot.”

  “It is to me.” She leaned forward farther, letting him get a look down her tank top at what little she had to offer.

  Sal, the bartender slapped the last of her drinks on the tray. “Jake’s going to hear about this fuck up. Booze ain’t cheap.”

  Candy glared at him, wanting to explain again those pricks were just messing with her, but Sal was already turning away, and he wouldn’t listen anyway. She picked up the tray and smiled at the man on the barstool. “Nice meeting you.”

  “But we haven’t met. I don’t know your name.”

  “Candy. I know it sounds like a stripper, but I’m named after my grandmother, Candace. What’s yours?”

  “Bob. When do you get off work, Candy? I’d like to see you when you’ve got more than a few minutes to spare.”

  Her eyebrows shot up. It wasn’t as if she’d never been hit on, but the speed with which he shot past the social charade and went straight to the heart of what he wanted surprised her.

  “A few more hours yet I’m afraid.”

  “That’s all right. I’ll hang around. I think you’re worth waiting for.” The way he said it and the way he looked at her made it much more than just a pick up line.

  She grinned. “Well, okay then. That’ll give me something to look forward to while I deal with these assholes.”

  He raised a cautioning finger. “Language, young lady.” His twinkling eyes belied his tone.

  Candy gave him a saucy wink then walked away, her hips swaying perhaps a little more than was necessary.

  The rest of her shift, Candy stole glances across the room or moments of flirting with Bob at the bar. She learned he’d moved to the city recently for a job as an account executive for a research and marketing firm. He liked hiking, sailing, bowling, reading, movies and concerts, and some of his interests coincided with hers.

  When she had a break, Bob went with her outside. As she lit up, he shook his head. “You know those things will kill you.”

  “I’ve heard it said.” She took a deep drag and let it go in a long, slow breath.

  Bob didn’t say anything else, but she could tell from his expression he didn’t find smoking sexy in any way. Her own pleasure in it diminished, as she realized she wanted him to find her sexy. Candy tossed the cigarette down and ground it underfoot. “I don’t need ‘em. I’ve been meaning to quit anyway.”

  “That’s good. I don’t mean to be a bastard, but the truth is I don’t date smokers.” He focused that intimate gaze on her once more. “And I’d like to date you.”

  “Yeah? Kinda quick on the draw aren’t you, pardner?”

  He shrugged. “I know what I want when I see it.”

  Right then Candy knew they weren’t going to pass go or collect $200 dollars. No casual dates leading up to bed, they were going straight to his house tonight. And with this guy it wouldn’t be a one night stand. She didn’t know how she knew all that, but instinct told her Bob was something special and her life would never be the same after tonight.

  The hours seemed to drag by until the end of her shift, but at last she hung up her apron, leaving Bets to close. Bob escorted her from the bar to the parking lot and for a moment they stood there.

  “You want to go for a cup of coffee or something to eat?”

  She was ravenous, but for something more than food. Candy shook her head.

  “Use your words,’ Bob teased. “What do you w
ant to do?”

  “Go to your place,” she answered promptly, offering him as searing a look as he’d been shooting at her all evening.

  A smile transformed his somewhat somber face. “Good. But you shouldn’t go off with strangers. Best call a friend and tell them where you’re going.”

  “Yes, Dad,” she drawled, both irritated and touched by his paternal tone.

  He quelled her with a look. Candy took out her phone and called her roommate to tell her she might not be home. Bob gave his address and phone number for her to pass along to Deb.

  Candy hung up. “All safe and proper.” But she knew he was right about the dangers of modern dating, and the fact he considered her well being made her feel all warm and squishy inside.

  “My car’s in the shop. I’ve been taking the bus,” she told him.

  Bob nodded and ushered her to his car. He was a real gentleman, opening the passenger side door for her and even leaning across her to fasten her seatbelt. Candy enjoyed the chivalrous treatment. Most of the guys she dated didn’t offer that old world courtesy. Maybe she should’ve been happy to be treated like their equal. Wasn’t that what her feminist mother and grandmother had fought for? But there was a deep seated part of her that enjoyed being pampered and cared for and treated a little bit like a child.

  The cool leather of the car seat chilled the backs of her bare legs and its rich, scent tickled her nostrils. When was the last time she’d ridden in a vehicle that didn’t roar and shake and belch foul fumes? Gliding along in Bob’s luxury car was like floating on a cloud.

  “Nice car.”

  “Thanks. It was a perk with my new job.”

  “Nice perk. You must be really good at what you do for them to woo you like that.”

  He shrugged. “I suppose. But I don’t really want to think about work right now. Tell me more about you.”

  She crossed her legs then made a bit of a show of tugging down her skirt which rode way too high. She was pleased to note Bob’s attention on her bare legs and the flash of her black panties. “What you see is what you get,” she offered a not-so-subtle double meaning. “I’m just a girl trying to make ends meet at a job I don’t really like. I mean, it’s not like I dreamed of being a waitress when I grew up. But to tell the truth, I wasn’t all that motivated at school, never found a field that made me think, ‘I want to do that’.”

  “Do you have family?” Bob asked.

  “Yeah, my mom and Dad moved to Arizona a couple of years ago. I don’t see them much, but we have a good relationship—long distance. And I have a sister in North Carolina and a brother in Washington.” She laughed. “Everyone went somewhere but me. I grew up here and guess I’m staying here. I guess I’m not a fan of change.”

  “Nothing wrong with that. Some people like a comfortable nest.”

  Candy nodded vigorously, pleased that he understood. “That’s exactly it.”

  “So your family all moved away and left you behind. Does that ever give you a little bit of an abandoned feeling?”

  She looked at his well cut profile lit by the dashboard lights, his long fingers gripping the steering wheel. She wasn’t certain how she felt about this stranger poking around her psyche, but damned if he wasn’t spot on again. Candy hadn’t really acknowledged her feeling of loss, the sense that everyone she loved had moved on and left her behind. It was childish to feel that way. She was an adult, who should be competent to be alone, but sometimes she ached for someone to care for her and give her the sense of safety her family used to.

  Bob glanced over at her, waiting for her response.

  Candy shrugged. “Maybe. A little.”

  He smiled. “Hey, you’re talking to a guy who just moved to a new city. I know all about lonely.”

  His gently confiding tone sent surge of warmth through her. This was a nice guy, sweet, sexy, and a natural dominant, she could tell from the way he took charge. She imagined him giving erotic orders in that low, sexy voice and her pussy clenched hard. She swallowed and turned to look out her window. “Almost there?”

  “Almost.” Bob turned the car on a quiet street in the kind of upscale suburban neighborhood where all the houses sat well back from the road. The landscaping was professional, the street lighting ample. A sense of safety and privilege blanketed the houses.

  “Beautiful neighborhood,” Candy commented. “Very traditional atmosphere.”

  “I like it,” Bob agreed as he pulled into the long driveway of a Tudor-style house. “Maybe it’s a little old fashioned, but I like the sense of being part of a community of families.”

  He drove into the garage and the overhead door closed behind them, sealing them in for the night.

  Candy turned toward him, her heart pattering and her body tingling in anticipation. “So, Bob, now that you’ve got me home, what are you going to do with me?”

  * * * *

  Bob studied the young woman sitting in the passenger seat of his car. His heart pounded and his body tensed with anticipation. An inner voice repeated incessantly, She’s perfect. She’s exactly who you’ve been looking for.

  Candy’s petite form floating through the bar from table to table had first gained his attention. She was a slight, slender woman with long brown hair. When she’d come to the bar for more drinks, he’d been able to see her features more clearly. Her eyes were as wide and brown as a doe’s. Her nose was small and up-tilted, and her pouting lips were painted a glistening pink. She was adorable and he instantly desired her with the unreasonable passion of a man who’d been alone for far too long.

  Now, astonishingly, she was sitting here in his garage, asking him what he intended to do with her. Anything. Everything. And not only sex, although that was high on his wish list right now. He wanted to get to know Candy intimately, to find out if she was the special woman he’d been waiting for, to learn if she was open to all the kinds of play he enjoyed. He wanted to know if he’d finally found his little girl at last.

  But what he said was, “Well, to start with, why don’t we go inside and have a drink.”

  He got out and took a couple of deep breaths as he circled the car before opening the door for Candy. He took her hand to help her out and didn’t let go as he led her into the house. Her hand was so wonderfully soft and warm in his.

  She exclaimed over the size and the pristine state of his kitchen. “You must love to cook. Look at these.” She pulled away from him to run a hand over the copper bottoms of the pots hanging on one wall, setting them jangling.

  “I do,” he admitted. “It’s my hobby, and I’m a sucker for cooking shows, too.” Suddenly he knew how to break the ice and learn more about each other. “I’ll cook something for you now. What do you want to eat?”

  “Really?” Her beautiful eyes grew even larger. God, how he wanted to touch the fringe of lashes with his fingertip. “I don’t want to put you to any trouble.”

  “I told you, I love to cook and I rarely have an excuse to cook for anyone.” Bob took a frying pan off the wall and set it on the range. “An omelet,” he decided for her. It would be easily and quickly done so they could move on to the next portion of the evening.

  He quickly assembled the ingredients he needed. When Candy offered to chop, he urged her onto a high stool beside the counter. “You’ve been on your feet all evening. Rest and watch.” He poured her a glass of wine to sip.

  Candy kicked off her shoes and her bare toes curled around the bottom rung of the stool. He longed to pinch each pink-painted nail. She followed his gaze to her feet and smiled, a smug little smirk that told him she knew he was aroused by her bare feet. She flexed them once before clenching them around the rung again.

  “Now it’s your turn to tell about yourself,” she said. “Where did you live before you moved here?”

  “Tallahassee. And before that Cleveland and Denver. I’ve lived in a lot of cities, but I grew up in Cedarville, Wisconsin. So at heart I guess I’m a small town boy. I was an only child. Both my parents died quite young
. Dad from a heart attack and mom in a car accident.”

  “I’m so sorry. That’s awful.” Her brows drew together in concern.

  He nodded, accepting her condolences. “It’s been years, but I still miss them. We were close, a very loving family.” He steered the conversation away from the somber topic as he refilled her wine glass. “I feel like I should be pouring you a glass of milk rather than wine. If you don’t mind my saying, you look very young to be working at a bar.”

  Candy laughed, a delightful, tinkling sound. “I get that a lot. I know I look about twelve, but I’m twenty-five. How about you? How old are you, Bob?”

  “A bit older. Thirty-nine. Does that bother you?” He held his breath, taken aback by how important her answer was to him.

  “Not at all. I like older men. In my experience, they know what they want and what they’re doing. I appreciate that.” She paused, sipped, and added, “I like a man who takes charge in the bedroom. It’s pretty hot.”

  Her admission of submissiveness was just what he wanted to hear. Bob probed a little further as he whisked the eggs to a froth. “Would you say you’re adventurous?”

  “Very.” She set the glass on the counter with a click and slid off the stool. “You?”

  “I can be.” He stopped beating the eggs and gazed down into her face, tilted up toward his. “Role playing can be fun.”

  “Yes indeed.” Candy grinned. “Disobedient serving wenches who deserve a whipping. Secretaries who ruin a big account and get spanked by their bosses. Naughty schoolgirls earning a punishment from the headmaster.”

  “Do all your fantasies center around punishment?” Bob set the bowl on the counter and reached out to stroke his finger from her throat up to her chin, tipping it higher. “Loving care can be sexy, too. Daddies taking care of their little girls.”

  His cock twitched just from saying the words. He swallowed hard and awaited her reaction. If she showed distaste, as many women did, he would gloss over the fantasy and move on to something else. Maybe repressed librarians waiting to be awakened