Daddy's Italian Friend (Yes, Daddy 5)

He’s here, my dad’s old Italian friend, and my long time secret crush, even though I’ve only seen him in pictures growing up.

The man has been my fantasy since before I knew what fantasies were.

This is my chance. I’ve only got one more week under this roof and I’m not pulling any punches.

I don’t have time to waste, and need to turn up the heat on this sauce I’m trying to get cooking between us so he devours me like he did that lasagne I slaved over for him.

The man is six foot five inches of pure scariness, but that scariness leads to a kind of obsession I want to feel directed my way.

And the moment the word, papà, slides from my lips I know I’ve got him, hook, line, and sinker.

Because that’s what I want him to be. My Daddy.