Size Game: A Single Dad Romance

by S. C. Adams

  Oh no. Please stop reading, I think.

  “Sadie hasn’t stopped talking about you.”

  Oh God, there’s more.

  “I’d really like it if we could meet up for final payments.”

  Finally, the lady on the other end of the phone is finished. She says she has a dress that’s close enough to what I’m looking for if I want to come pick it up later. I agree and quickly hang up the phone. Then I leap over the desk and snatch the phone from Hailey, who is standing there laughing.

  Yeah, we can meet up. I’ll be picking up Sadie’s dress later today too.

  Perfect. Want to come by my place to show her?

  Sounds good. Are you going to give me another “grand tour”?

  Damn it!

  Hailey is standing there across from me, watching me text him. She cocks her brow. I know she saw the smile come across my face when I texted him that last bit. She comes closer to me and pats my shoulder.

  “Should I give you two a moment?” she says, half-jokingly.

  I sort of chuckle, and she nods.

  “Just let me know when you’re done.” She pats my shoulder again and exits the room with a small laugh.

  I go back to my phone. He’s responded.

  Only if you beg for it.

  And if I don’t?

  Then I’ll make you wish you did.

  How?

  I know I want to be back in his bedroom, but like Hailey said, I have to be careful of jumping in too deep. But I really want to know. What a conundrum I’ve gotten myself into.

  You’re not the only one that knows how to dress to the nines.

  Tell me more.

  All I need to do is slick back my hair and put on the suit that makes my package look like I’m in spandex. Maybe I can skip a shave and put on the cologne that all the ladies love. I suppose I could also show up in the limo again.

  Limo’s been done. What else ya got?

  My kitchen.

  Those two words send shivers up my spine. How, where—would he do me in his kitchen? I want to, have to know!

  Your kitchen?

  I’d lift you by your magnificent ass and set you on the counter so you can wrap your legs around me. You’d be wearing a skirt of course.

  You bet I would.

  Then all I’d have to do is unzip my fly and move your panties aside. We wouldn’t even have to get undressed. Just right there, on the counter, in the middle of the day.

  Middle of the day?

  What? Are you afraid someone might walk in?

  What if they did?

  What if they did? Would you want me to stop?

  Lock the door. Don’t stop.

  I have you on the counter with my cock buried inside you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

  Oh yes.

  Would you like it if I bit your neck again?

  Please.

  I’ll see you tonight, Claire.

  I lean against my desk with my phone clutched against my chest. That was more intense than I thought it could be, and I am so turned on. But I can’t be. Back to the shallows with you, Claire.

  Hailey knocks on the door after a few minutes, and I let her in.

  “So, what’s the verdict?”

  “I’m going to his place tonight.”

  I’ve got the dress, and I’m on my way over to Alex’s. I promised Hailey, and myself, that I wouldn’t sleep with him again. This is a professional job. He’s my client; I am just planning his party. We are going over the final payment and getting his daughter in a dress, and that’s it.

  I pull up to the house and take a deep breath. I head up the path with dress in hand and ring the bell. I hear Sadie run up to the door.

  “Daddy, Daddy! It’s Claire!”

  Then I hear Imelda behind her, approaching the door. “Close your eyes, reinita. She has a surprise for you.”

  The door opens and Imelda is there with Sadie obediently holding her hands over her eyes behind her. I step in and Imelda grabs Sadie’s shoulders to guide her back into the living room. I follow them closely.

  Alex is in the living room, lounging on the couch in a lovely gray suit with a red tie. He seems to have a bit of a five-o’clock shadow going, and it really works for him. He has a glass of red wine in one hand that he sets down before standing and straightening his lapels.

  This must be the suit he was talking about because my eyes are immediately drawn to his bulge. These pants look amazing on him. I want to jump over the couch and tear that suit off him with my teeth. I resist, but I want to so badly.

  “Can I open them yet?” Sadie asks impatiently.

  I hold out the dress in front of her and say, “Open them!”

  She does and immediately grabs the dress and screams in happiness.

  “Daddy! Look! My princess dress!” She screams again.

  “Go put it on,” he says calmly.

  She runs upstairs, and we all share a kindly laugh about her joy. Imelda returns to the kitchen where she is making something for dinner. Alex approaches with one hand in his pocket and the other outstretched. I’m not sure if he’s going for a handshake or a hug. I guess he’s not sure which I would prefer either.

  I do my best to keep it professional and start with a handshake, but it feels a little awkward, so I go in for a hug. He seems to appreciate that and wraps his arms around me. I take a whiff of him; he smells fantastic. I get a little turned on just smelling him.

  We back up a little, and he has a smug smile on his face. He pours me a glass of wine and grabs his to continue sipping.

  “Did you get my message?” he asks, as though this was something we weren’t just talking about earlier today.

  I look back at the kitchen with quite the obvious glance. “Seems we have company tonight. Another time perhaps.”

  He chuckles and it sounds so wonderful. He has such a smooth, deep voice that it’s like a wave of silk that embraces you and won’t let go until you beg. Granted, I don’t want it to ever stop.

  Sadie comes running back downstairs in her new dress and a smile from ear to ear. She runs into the living room, does a lap, then twirls around in the center of the room.

  “Daddy, look! Daddy, look!”

  “I see you, Princess. Do you like it?”

  She twirls and runs around some more until she ends up in the kitchen with Imelda and gets a lovely compliment from her. Then she runs back over to us and gives me a big hug. I stumble from the unexpected force of the little girl running full on into me.

  I get a warm feeling inside from her hug. I pat her on the shoulder and hear her whisper a thank-you to me. I smile and my cheeks flush a little. This is new to me. I Alex watches us, simultaneously surprised and at ease. Then I look over at Imelda, who has a similar look on her face.

  Sadie then runs over to her dad and gives him a hug. He bends down to kiss her forehead, and she runs off back to her room to grab matching accessories for dinner.

  “Would you care to stay for dinner?”

  “Sure,” I say with less hesitation than I thought.

  He chuckles and leads me to a dining room with a table that is actually used for dining, which amazes me. I mean, mine is tiny with two chairs, and right now there’s just piles of work stuff on it.

  Sadie comes back downstairs holding a plush unicorn. She has on a pair of pink shoes and a little pink tiara. She finds her seat at the table and sits down. Imelda signals that the food is almost ready. Alex tells Sadie to go wash her hands, and she does so while he retrieves the silverware and plates.

  Without a second thought, I help him set the table. We set it together, glancing at each other shyly every so often. Sadie returns, and Imelda brings the food to the table. We all take our seats and have a nice meal together.

  For a young child, Sadie is rather well-behaved at the table. We enjoy our meal and listen to Sadie talk about how this party is going to be the “bestest party ever.” Alex agrees that it will be, as does Imelda. I just smile and nod.

>   After dinner, Imelda takes Sadie upstairs for a bath, then bedtime. Alex gathers the dishes and runs water for them in the sink. I help him get everything together. He shuts off the water and turns around to look at me. We’re both thinking the same thing. The kitchen is open.

  “I’m sorry. I have a really early day tomorrow. I think I’ll have to call it a night.”

  “Of course,” he says with a calm smile.

  Then he walks me to the door and opens it for me. I start to leave, then turn around to face him.

  “I had a nice night. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  I go in to hug him, and he hugs me close. It is warm and safe and just pure bliss. The embrace slowly ends, and he places a warm hand on my cheek. I look up at him, and he gently touches his lips to mine. We stand in his doorway for a few seconds with our lips together.

  Then I step closer and press myself against him and wrap my arms around his neck. He wraps one arm around my waist and keeps the other hand on my cheek. I get lost in this simple, tender kiss. It just feels right to be kissing him.

  After a moment we pull away from each other and say good night. I get in my car, and he shuts the door behind me. That was not planned. I don’t think he thought he was going to do that. I’m glad he did though.

  11

  Alex

  It’s early in the morning, and I doubt I have much time before Sadie wakes up and the chaos begins. Her party is today, and I know she’s going to be a handful, regardless of how well-behaved she normally is.

  Earlier in the week I talked with Imelda and gave her the option to have the weekend off. She decided to take the time off but will, of course, show up at Sadie’s party. She wouldn’t miss it for the world. I know she loves my little girl and sees us both as family. I’ve helped her a great deal as well as some of her family.

  She said she would be bringing her grandson along. He’s a few years older than my Sadie and a nice boy. His parents are a little worse for wear, but that’s where a lot of Imelda’s money goes. She cares for the boy, and I helped her open a savings account for him that he will be able to access when he’s older.

  I head downstairs in my robe to get the coffee going, then grab the paper and start flipping through the articles. There’s a stock crash in something plant related, and another stock is up in something entertainment related. I flip to the funny pages, because let’s face it, these are really the only pages worth reading.

  I get my first cup of coffee just right and drink while reading through the comics. By the time I finish my second comic strip, I can hear Sadie getting up. I hear the little pitter-patter of her feet as she runs through the hall and down the stairs. Finally, she runs right into the kitchen and leaps into my arms.

  “Good morning, Princess!”

  “Daddy! Guess what day it is?”

  “Hm… Monday.”

  “No.”

  “Pancake Day.”

  “No,” she says, pondering the idea.

  “What day is it?”

  “My birthday!”

  “Is it? Wow! You must be turning ten already, right?”

  “No, Daddy. I’m five!”

  I tickle her and kiss her forehead. She giggles and gives me a big hug. Then she hops off my lap and heads to the cupboard to find her favorite cup.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes?”

  “Can I have pancakes even though it’s not Pancake Day?”

  “Yes, Princess.”

  I chuckle and get up to start making pancakes. It’s the little things like this that really make me miss Mary. But I’m so lucky she left me with Sadie. I know in my heart that she is never truly gone because of my daughter.

  I get the first stack made up and slide them down the table for Sadie. She is still struggling with the bottle of juice and her cup. I watch her carefully, but I know that she’s been trying to accomplish this for some time now. Imelda has told me all about it. Oh, the stories of milk and juice going all over the floor and Sadie having to help Imelda mop it all up, then go to the store and get a new bottle.

  She unscrews the cap on the juice and sets her cup on the floor. Then she places the bottle on her hip and tilts her entire body, trying to carefully pour. I watch her out of the corner of my eye. She keeps tilting, and I worry that she will topple over. After a few sweat-breaking moments, she manages to start pouring the juice into her cup. She pours and pours until I fear the cup will overflow. But she tilts back at the last second and places the cap back on the juice.

  She manages to pour a glass, and I manage to burn a pancake. I quickly pull the pan from the burner with a clang. Sadie laughs at me and puts the bottle back in the fridge. Then she tries to get her glass up on the table next to her pancakes and only spills a little. I throw the burnt pancake away and make myself some new ones.

  I sit with her and eat. She tells me how excited she is and who she hopes will show up. I just sit there and smile, knowing that this will be a great party even if she doesn’t remember it later on in life. Perhaps one day when she’s an adult she will have fond memories of being a princess on her birthday. That’s all I can hope for.

  There is a knock on the door, and I know exactly who it is. Sadie looks at the door, then at me.

  “Who is it, Daddy?”

  “Go check,” I encourage.

  She slides off the chair and runs over to the door. When she pulls it open, my mother stands on the stoop with a big smile and a few large bags hanging on her arms.

  Sadie leaps into her arms with a big hug and a squeal of happiness. “Grammy!”

  “Hi, sweetie! Happy Birthday!”

  There is much embracing before Sadie runs back inside and up onto her chair to eat more pancakes. My mother comes in and sets her things down in the foyer, then comes in to join us.

  “Still in your robe? At this hour?”

  “Nice to see you too, Mother,” I chuckle.

  I hand her a plate with a few pancakes, and she takes it. She sits next to Sadie, who is most happy to be sitting with her grandmother on her birthday.

  After the meal, I gather the dishes and tell Sadie to run upstairs and get into her birthday dress. She happily obliges. My mother helps me with the dishes.

  “Go get yourself ready. You have a party to go to.”

  “I’m not about to let my mother wash dishes in my house.”

  She gives me a stern look, like she’s about to whack me over the head with a spoon. I dip my head and go upstairs to get changed. There’s no use arguing with this woman. She knows what’s what and will take no shit.

  Sadie runs downstairs, and my mother helps her get her hair exactly how she wants it. I get myself ready, which is actually more arduous than I expected. I know I’ll be looking good today, but how good shall I look?

  There are various suits hanging inside my closet in different shades of blues, grays, and blacks. Eventually, I pull a nice black tailcoat from the closet with a light pink shirt, darker pink tie, and a top hat with a matching band. I get myself in the suit and take one last look in the mirror before heading downstairs.

  Sadie twirls around in her dress with her hair all done up and a tiara atop her head. She is very excited to be all dolled up. My mother offers to put makeup on her, to which she screams in excitement and sits as still as she can on a chair in front of Grandma. She starts with eye shadow, then a little blush, and finishes with a nice lipstick.

  “Come on. You don’t want to be late.”

  Sadie runs outside to the car with my mother following close behind. I grab a few of the bags she brought in, clearly filled with gifts, then head out to the car as well. I’ve given my driver the day off, so I get in the front and drive us to the venue.

  The drive is quick but not quick enough for Sadie. She bounces up and down with excitement. Once we arrive she is the first out of the car. I sternly tell her to wait, to which she stops in her tracks and impatiently waits.

  Mother and I exit the car and grab t
he bags from the trunk, and then the three of us head inside. Claire is already there when we arrive. She has everything all set up and quickly approaches to take the bags from us.

  “Mother, this is Claire. She’s our party planner for the evening. Claire, this is my mother, Agatha.”

  They shake hands and say hello. Mother tells Claire not to worry about the bags as she takes them to the gifts table herself. Sadie is still running around the room, and I start to wonder if she really needs cake and ice cream. She’s high-strung as it is.

  “Is everything okay?”

  “This is wonderful. Thank you, Claire.”

  I give her a hug that lasts a little longer than intended, but neither of us really seem to mind. A few moments later the first of the guests arrive. In about twenty minutes, everyone and then some have arrived. The children run around the building in a variety of princess-themed costumes.

  Claire takes control of the room and asks everyone to be seated for dinner. I’m actually quite surprised that everyone listens and sits at their tables. Then a few moments later, waiters come through serving plates of rather fancy-looking macaroni and cheese with hot dogs. It’s a simple dish, but it looks five-star.

  About halfway through dinner, the music starts up and people get onto the dance floor. I keep an eye on Sadie to make sure she’s happy, but as long as she is, I don’t really care if she’s running about. More and more people get on the dance floor, and Claire makes her rounds.

  I stand against a wall near the cake and can’t help but watch as she moves gracefully around the room. She has a cute black dress on that is tight up top and flowing below. There’s a large hot pink ribbon tied around the waist in a large bow and a matching ribbon in her hair. The dress is nothing spectacular, but on her it’s a wondrous sight to behold.