Candy's Daddy by Cherry Lee Page B

seated
part of her that enjoyed being pampered and cared for and treated a little bit
like a child.
    The cool leather of the car seat
chilled the backs of her bare legs and its rich, scent tickled her nostrils.
When was the last time she’d ridden in a vehicle that didn’t roar and shake and
belch foul fumes? Gliding along in Bob’s luxury car was like floating on a
cloud.
    “Nice car.”
    “Thanks. It was a perk with my new
job.”
    “Nice perk. You must be really good at
what you do for them to woo you like that.”
    He shrugged. “I suppose. But I don’t
really want to think about work right now. Tell me more about you.”
    She crossed her legs then made a bit
of a show of tugging down her skirt which rode way too high. She was pleased to
note Bob’s attention on her bare legs and the flash of her black panties. “What
you see is what you get,” she offered a not-so-subtle double meaning. “I’m just
a girl trying to make ends meet at a job I don’t really like. I mean, it’s not
like I dreamed of being a waitress when I grew up. But to tell the truth, I
wasn’t all that motivated at school, never found a field that made me think, ‘I
want to do that’.”
    “Do you have family?” Bob asked.
    “Yeah, my mom and Dad moved to Arizona a couple of years ago. I don’t see them much, but we have a good relationship—long
distance. And I have a sister in North Carolina and a brother in Washington.” She laughed. “Everyone went somewhere but me. I grew up here and guess I’m
staying here. I guess I’m not a fan of change.”
    “Nothing wrong with that. Some people
like a comfortable nest.”
    Candy nodded vigorously, pleased that
he understood. “That’s exactly it.”
    “So your family all moved away and
left you behind. Does that ever give you a little bit of an abandoned feeling?”
    She looked at his well cut profile lit
by the dashboard lights, his long fingers gripping the steering wheel. She
wasn’t certain how she felt about this stranger poking around her psyche, but
damned if he wasn’t spot on again. Candy hadn’t really acknowledged her feeling
of loss, the sense that everyone she loved had moved on and left her behind. It
was childish to feel that way. She was an adult, who should be competent to be
alone, but sometimes she ached for someone to care for her and give her the
sense of safety her family used to.
    Bob glanced over at her, waiting for
her response.
    Candy shrugged. “Maybe. A little.”
    He smiled. “Hey, you’re talking to a
guy who just moved to a new city. I know all about lonely.”
    His gently confiding tone sent surge
of warmth through her. This was a nice guy, sweet, sexy, and a natural
dominant, she could tell from the way he took charge. She imagined him giving
erotic orders in that low, sexy voice and her pussy clenched hard. She
swallowed and turned to look out her window. “Almost there?”
    “Almost.” Bob turned the car on a
quiet street in the kind of upscale suburban neighborhood where all the houses
sat well back from the road. The landscaping was professional, the street
lighting ample. A sense of safety and privilege blanketed the houses.
    “Beautiful neighborhood,” Candy
commented. “Very traditional atmosphere.”
    “I like it,” Bob agreed as he pulled
into the long driveway of a Tudor-style house. “Maybe it’s a little old
fashioned, but I like the sense of being part of a community of families.”
    He drove into the garage and the
overhead door closed behind them, sealing them in for the night.
    Candy turned toward him, her heart
pattering and her body tingling in anticipation. “So, Bob, now that you’ve got
me home, what are you going to do with me?”
    * * * *
    Bob studied the young woman sitting in
the passenger seat of his car. His heart pounded and his body tensed with
anticipation. An inner voice repeated incessantly, She’s perfect. She’s
exactly who you’ve been looking for.
    Candy’s petite form floating through
the