He follows Charlie outside, leaving Clint and me by ourselves.
We stand awkwardly a moment, then Clint says, “So you’re a little girl?”
I shake my head. “Not yet. But I want to be. Not now, though. I mean, I want a Daddy and you were amazing, and… boy I suck at this.”
He smiles and says, “If it makes you feel better, I probably feel just as awkward as you do.”
I laugh and say, “Yeah, I guess we should have known better than to think we could have anonymous sex in a town with a four-digit population.”
“You live, you learn,” he says. “So, you want a Daddy but not yet.”
I nod. “I’m in the middle of saving up to start a business and that’s sort of taking all my time right now, so I don’t want to end up being a crappy little girl because I don’t have time to be a good one.”
“I understand,” he says. “So should I keep my distance?”
“No!” I say quickly. Then, more calmly, “No, I’d—I’d like to see you. Just not… well, you know.”
“I know,” he says. He smiles and says, “Good. Well then, a little girl who’s not quite a little, I look forward to seeing less of you more often.”
I giggle and say, “Me too,” then follow him inside the dining room.
As I glance at his sculpted ass, I can’t help but hope to see more of him.