Don't Call Me Daddy

I wake up the next morning, and the gorgeous Ainsley is still asleep in my arms. The light has started to come through the windows, and it forms a halo around her beautiful face. She looks like an angel that is too pretty to disturb.

An angel that should be protected and cared for. An angel that should run away from me as fast as she can the instant her eyes open.

I’m nothing but a fucking disaster. She might have some issues, but they pale in comparison to mine. Having a clear head makes me realize that a whole lot better than I did last night.

“Good morning.” Ainsley opens her eyes, and I don’t see one ounce of regret; she lights up my entire fucking office with a beautiful smile.

“Good morning to you to.” I nod and begin to sit up. “Do you drink coffee? I’m going to make some.”

“I prefer Red Bull, but I’ll drink coffee if that is all you have.” She stretches her arms out and shifts to the couch.

“Let me see what I can do.” I have to stand up slow, just to make sure that my back isn’t going to send me straight to the floor again.

The break room has several coffee pots and a rather nice selection of items in the vending area. I start a pot of coffee and look to see what kind of drinks we have, but I don’t see Red Bull. It’s a stretch, but there are several vending areas in the building, and some of them have items that are specifically requested by people on that floor. I decide to go on an expedition while the coffee pot works its magic.

The first two floors are a bust, but when I get down to IT, I see a row of energy drinks. Bingo. I find a Red Bull, pay for it, and head back to the top floor. The coffee pot has filled enough for me to pour a cup, so I return to my office, victorious in my endeavor.

“Found one.” I hold up the Red Bull.

“You’re awesome!” She hops up and takes it from me.

“I would offer some breakfast, but you’re out of luck unless you want junk food.” I set my coffee on my desk and sit on the couch beside her.

“I’m fine.” She pops the top on her Red Bull and takes a sip. “I should probably get back to the hotel and see if my friend bailed on me or not. I didn’t even get a text message from her, so that may not be a good sign.”

“Well, if she thought you got arrested, she might have been afraid the cops had your phone.” I shrug. “I doubt I’d want to incriminate myself with a text message.”

“True.” She nods. “I’m still pissed that she didn’t even come back to check on me.”

“I think it turned out okay.” I give her a playful nudge.

“Yes, it did.” She smiles. “Thank you again for last night. I really enjoyed it.”

“If you enjoyed it, then I don’t think the spanking worked.” I look down and laugh. “It’s supposed to have the opposite effect.”

“It had an effect alright…” She looks away and blushes. “Thank you for not making a big deal out of that either.”

“It was a first for me.” I shrug. “Does that happen to you often when you get … punished?”

“Um, well…” She sips her Red Bull and chews her lip nervously. “Last night was actually the first time I’ve ever been spanked.”

“Oh!” My eyes get wide. “I thought it was something you were into…”

“I’ve always wanted someone to do it, but I’ve never had the chance.” She sighs. “I guess I would need a boyfriend or a steady relationship first; I’ve never had that either.”

“What the hell is wrong with the guys in your generation?” My head snaps back, and I can’t stop my jaw from dropping. “No boyfriend? Ever?”

“I mean, if you want to count the boys in elementary and middle school, I’ve technically had a few, but never anything serious.” She shakes her head. “I went to most of my high school dances with friends instead of dates.”

“Okay, and I ask again—what the hell, no what the fuck is wrong with the guys in your generation?” I stare in disbelief. “If I was younger, holy shit…”

“If you were younger I wouldn’t be interested in you.” She lifts her head slightly, and our eyes meet. “There’s nothing wrong with the guys in my generation. I’m not attracted to them.”

Damn, am I really that blind? That’s why she approached me outside. That’s why she stayed.

“I see…” I take a sip of my coffee. “I’m sure you realize after our conversation last night that there are plenty of options out there better than me.”

“I don’t know if that’s true.” She sighs. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”