Are they here for me? God, I hope not.
I already gave one interview for the local news, right before practice. Actually, it was more of a photo op. I was presented an oversized gift certificate, and the reporter made a plug for the daycare facility that offered me one hundred hours of daycare. It was over in sixty seconds. Alternatively, practice dragged on forever because I couldn’t stop worrying about Fia. She was left in capable hands, but I was still chomping at the mouthguard to get home.
I park my truck at the side lot of my complex and take the back stairs to my apartment. If those news vans are here for me, I want to avoid being seen. I’m anxious to find out how things went with Fia. Also, there’s the whole pedestal thing I’m working through. News equals attention I might not want.
I’m almost to my front door when I spot a woman in tight jeans and a snug black sweater. She has long dark hair, dark eyes, and deep olive skin. She is drop-dead gorgeous. Also, I have a thing for brunettes. I think because my first porn was a video called Grecian Babes of Grease. So much baby oil. Mmmm…
I slap my juvenile sex-pumped thoughts away and get back to the issue at hand: the hot woman in spiked heels strutting toward me. She’s flipping her hair, swinging her hips, and puckering her cherry-red plump lips like she’s giving a performance.
Oh, look. Here’s me wanting to hand out an Oscar. I’m watching every move, feeling my chest puff out and my cock thicken with thoughts of spending the night with a tasty vixen who looks like she’ll outsmart me, chew me up and spit me out before I’ve even come.
I do love a little danger. I love a challenge more, and this girl brings it all. Plus, a bag of glitter.
“Hi, Dean. I’m Dannie. Can I come in for a minute and talk? I have a business proposal.”
I stare like a rabbit in the crosshairs of a hunter. If that rabbit really wanted to hump said hunter.
“I’m Dean,” I say like a brainless moron.
She laughs. “Yeah. I know, cowboy. So is that a yes?”
I shake my head and try to snap out of my lust-fog. “Wait. Who are you?”
“The free daycare. Green Babies? I’m the owner.”
It’s a little strange that she’d show up at my place like this, but who am I to complain? She’s brought material for my wank bank.
“So,” she jerks her head of silky straight hair toward my door, “can I come in? Or do you want to talk out here and get mobbed by all those reporters looking for fresh video footage of the hot dad of the hour?”
“Yeah. Sure.” I’m about to go inside, but then I remember Lara and Fia are inside. “Actually, the baby might be sleeping. What if I come by Green Babies tomorrow? I can bring Fia. You and I can fu-fu-talk.”
Wait. What am I thinking? Oh, that’s right. I’m not. I am in no position to date, hook up, or otherwise. No new plates. My current ones are still spinning, but barely.
She flashes a predatory smile. “How’s seven a.m.? I can show you around our establishment.”
“Seven’s great.” I can leave Fia for a few hours, hit the gym, pick up my books, and stop by the financial aid office. In the back of my mind, I make a note to call Flip, too. I still haven’t had the chance. “Hey, but, if you don’t mind, what is this about?” I’m curious.
She leans in and whispers in a muted voice, “I’m going to change your life.”
She is? “How?”
“How’s a hundred thousand dollars sound for a few hours of your time?”
For sex? Wait, no. This lady is hot. She can get sex for free, including from me. “To do what?”
“We need a face for our growing company. And you, Dean, have quite the face.” She winks.
I’m about to change my mind and invite her in when the door opens. Lara is standing there with a dish towel over her shoulder and white stuff down the front of her shirt. Baby vomit.
Lara sneers in my direction. She probably wants to get going.
Meanwhile, Dannie doesn’t even acknowledge Lara’s presence.
“See you in the morning,” Dannie says.
“I look forward to hearing more about the offer,” I say.
I watch Dannie walk off. I’m blinded by lust, but there’s no ignoring the quiet nagging voice in the back of my head. She’s a shark. Is this really what I need in my life right now?
On the other hand, one hundred thousand dollars for a spokesperson gig is exactly the kind of help I could use. With it, I could get Flip into that private facility.
“Hello? Earth to Dean. You can put your tongue back in your mouth now,” says Lara. “Dean? Dean?” She grabs my elbow and gives it a squeeze.