Page 5 of Hunter's Baby Girl

Chapter 3

The next day, I crawled out of bed a little more slowly than I normally would have. I’d wound up spending the night on my stomach since my butt was still so sore. Of course, the memory of everything that had happened afterward, when Daddy had “kissed it and made it better”, outweighed the discomfort I now felt. Still, it was a reminder that Hunter and I had a lot to talk about today.

I had discussed the whole thing with Megan as she was driving me home from the club. She was looking extremely relaxed. I guess she had her own fun that night with her football player.

“What do you think I should do?” I asked her. “This is completely outside the box for me. Of course you know that,” I added.

She giggled. “What should you do? You should enjoy yourself!”

I bit my lip. She was a lot surer than I was. “He’s a stranger,” I pointed out.

“Really? And what did you let that stranger do to you tonight?” she asked. I cleared my throat and looked out the window. “I thought so,” she said, sounding smug.

When I didn’t answer, she softened her tone. “Listen, everybody’s a stranger until you get to know them. You guys decided to meet tomorrow. That’s good. You can talk and work things out and decide where to go from there. I wouldn’t have introduced you to Hunter if I didn’t know he has a great reputation at the club. Everybody likes him. You might not have seen it for yourself tonight, but sometimes people do just sit and talk about random things like the weather. He’s got something going on, something that makes him a little sad. But otherwise he’s pretty great. I knew you’d hit it off.”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to get the weight off my sore backside.

“Was somebody a bad girl tonight?” she asked and giggled again.

“Yeah, I guess I was,” I told her. “And I learned a lesson the hard way: get a safe word in place before playing.”

I fully intended to have that conversation with Hunter today. If he wanted to keep this . . . thing . . . we had somehow fallen into going, we had to put some rules in place.

It took me ages to find an outfit I liked enough. I wanted to still look sexy, but a bit more . . . wholesome. I finally went with a tight sweater that had a deep V-cut and showed off my cleavage, jeans, and knee-high riding boots.

When I got to the café, I took a look around and didn’t see him anywhere. I’d deliberately gotten there earlier than our established time. I wanted to pick a seat with cushioning, for one thing. For another, I wanted to get a look at him before he got a look at me. Call me crazy.

I took a seat facing the door. Within a few minutes, he walked in and looked around for me.

My first impression was that he was even better looking in daylight, in street clothes, than he’d been the night before. His blue eyes were so striking they practically jumped from his head. His dark brown hair was just long enough to slightly brush his forehead, and it looked as though he’d just jumped out of the shower and run his fingers through it. He still hadn’t shaved, and that fuzz on his cheeks gave him a rugged look that turned my knees to jelly.

He was wearing typical “Saturday at the coffee shop” type clothing: a pullover sweater with a T-shirt underneath, jeans, dress shoes. He looked comfortable yet preppy and completely different from the man I’d met the night before.

Once I’d gotten my fill of looking at him in secret, I waved to him. He came over to me with a smile on his face. “Can I get you some coffee?” he asked, and I gave him my order. I enjoyed the view as he waited with his back turned to me as much as I had when he faced me. His broad shoulders and back were begging for me to dig my fingers into them, and I’d gladly try to bounce a quarter off that ass.

When he sat back down across from me, there was a moment of awkward silence between us. Finally, I laughed softly.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Isn’t it ridiculous that after what happened last night we’d be uncomfortable right now?” I laughed again, and this time he joined me.

“You’re right. We’re already much better acquainted than most people are when they meet for their first coffee date,” he admitted. “But I have to admit, I don’t usually see anyone from the club in the outside world. Know what I mean?”

I blew out a sigh of relief. “So I’m not the only one out of their depth here. I feel a lot better,” I admitted.

“So last night was really your first time in a club like that?” I nodded. “Boy, you got comfortable awfully fast.”

I blushed. “Well, you had something to do with that. You ushered me in, so to speak, pretty nicely.” I bit the corner of my bottom lip and felt my skin turn even deeper red.

To his credit, he was blushing a little as well. “I’m glad your first experience was . . . pleasurable.” I couldn’t help but giggle at his deliberate choice of words. I took a sip from my coffee and a bite from my Danish. I noticed his eyes on my mouth as I ate. I’d have to keep in mind the way his gaze lingered there.

“So where do we go from here?” I had to finally ask. “This is definitely a new experience for me. I know we said we wanted to continue this. But how? What does that look like?”

“Well,” Hunter said, folding his hands on the table. “Some people decide to jump right into a cohabitation sort of situation right away. I don’t expect that. I’m not even sure I’d want it.”

Again, I breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. That’s, like, a recipe for getting robbed or something.”

He laughed. “I feel the same way. But who knows, maybe somewhere down the line?” I shrugged. I wouldn’t discount the idea, but it would really have to be far off into the future.