“Ha ha ha.” She gives me a look of fake annoyance and fights a smile. “You do realize I just got out of a relationship that lasted half a decade, right?”
“I do,” I say. “And we can go as slow as you want. I’m not in any sort of rush. I’m just not ready for this to be over. I’ve been around long enough to know that when something feels right, you go for it. And you feel right.”
“That’s what she said.”
She laughs, and I roll my eyes at how cute she is when she’s feeling awkward.
“Okay,” she says. “Yeah, I’m not done with this either.”
I feel the smile take over my entire face at her words. I know I need to tread carefully, not letting myself get too eager and scare her away. This needs to go at her pace if it’s going to work.
She leans forward and puts her elbow on the table, extending her pinky finger in my direction.
“We go slow, yeah?”
“We go slow,” I agree, linking my pinky with hers.
“Now we kiss it,” she says, leaning over the table to place her lips on the promise. “To seal the deal.”
“I’d rather kiss you,” I tell her but kiss my thumb to seal the pinky promise anyway. Before she can slip back into her seat, I reach over and grab the back of her head, pulling her in for a quick kiss.
She tastes like coffee and cinnamon, and when we both sink back into our seats, her face is redder than I’ve ever seen it. That makes me wonder if that tiny amount of public affection can make her blush that hard, what would happen if I introduced a toy?
That was definitely going on my list of things to try with her.
As I watch her continue to eat her breakfast, every once in a while looking out of the window to watch the snow, I realize how excited I am to get to know this woman. She seems so different from the person I saw with tearstained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes last night.
There’s a weight that’s been lifted, and I can tell despite the circumstances, she’s happy to be out of that situation. A huge gust of wind blows the snow down even harder, covering the cars outside in a thick layer of the stuff. She looks back over to me, smiling and finishing off her sugar water.
“What’re you doing for New Year’s?” I ask her.
“Spending it with you?” she asks, her face turning mischievous as she looks over at me.
“Good girl.”
To be continued…？
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
This was just for fun, and I hope you all enjoyed it. This was to test the waters and see how everyone would react to a very light Daddy kink. I’d like to go full on in a later book so…
Huge thanks to Cassie at Opulent Designs for fitting me in at the last minute and making a cover I absolutely adore.
Thanks to all my friends for beta reading it and encouraging me throughout. I’m so glad you all loved Daddy Nick just as much as I did.
Sandra, thank you for putting up with my chaos for the last few months…it’s been a wild ride, girl. Finger’s crossed 2022 will run a bit smoother?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dana Isaly is a writer of dark romance, fantasy romance, and has also been known to dabble in poetry （it was a phase in college, leave her alone）。
She was born in the midwest and has been all over but now resides （begrudgingly） in Alabama. She is a lover of books, coffee, and rainy days. Dana is probably the only person in the writing community that is actually a morning person.
She swears too much, is way too comfortable on her TikTok （@authordanaisaly and @auth.danaisaly）， and believes that love is love is love.
You can find her on Instagram （@danaisalyauthorpage） or on Facebook with the same name, but she won’t lie, Facebook is not her forte.