Page 27 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

I had a lot of things in mind when I was showing Daddy around town. Figured I’d show him the popular sites, then maybe go back to his place, where he could plow any thoughts I still had about that asshole cheat out of me. But what actually happened is something I’m still struggling to believe. It’s wild to think I went from wanting to bang him, to being terrified that he was some kind of monster, back to thinking that not only was what he did sweet as fuck, but incredibly sexy. As wrong as he was about my phone, he could have easily left me to fend for myself, but he cared enough to abduct me to help me. I don’t know… I’m still trying to wrap my thoughts around it all. Daddy’s a tentacled alien, avery hottentacled alien, but still a tentacled alien, which still hasn’t sunk in.

Since Sunday, he’s been working on his ship repairs. When he has time, he’s made a point to visit the café, which I’ve had more shifts at since my coworker Monika keeps calling out.

“At what point do they fire a person?” I asked Eric, my frustration building since this would be my fourth week of covering for her.

Eric sat in his usual spot at the bar, today with aSpider-Mancomic book in hand. “You’re getting the hang of it,” he said as I finished pouring water into the carafe. To think, I used to call it the big coffee thingy.

I glanced at the door to the café. I kept looking for Daddy since he tended to stop by around one o’clock. I was disappointed not to see him.

Maybe Daddy had a lot of work to do on his ship today. He hadn’t explained much, but from what I could make out, he was making trips to hardware stores, and he was getting frustrated they couldn’t help him locate some tools and crystals he needed. I’d been worried about how he would manage to pay, but the same technology he used to reorient rooms and make things appear out of thin air could be used to imitate currency. Although, really, using cash these days might have been the biggest giveaway that he wasn’t from this planet.

“Yeah,” I told Eric, “but I’m worried the longer they keep me over here, the less likely they’ll be to find someone to do this job.”

“Paycheck’s a paycheck, right?”

He wasn’t wrong about that.

“Huh,” Eric said. “Weird.”

“What?”

“It’s the middle of my break, and Daddy hasn’t swung by to see Twink yet?” He shot me a probing look.

It’s been hard not to break and tell him everything that happened. I’ve never been good at keeping secrets, and discovering that not only were aliens real, but that I’d been abducted by one, was a biggie. Maybe it was overdramatic to call that an abduction, but it sure as hell felt like it at the time. That had to count for something.

But if Roger and Eric knew the truth, they’d be concerned about me spending time with Daddy, and I’m not sure I could explain how I know he’s safe to be around, given all the weird shit that’s happened since I met him.

“Don’t play coy with me,” Eric said. “You think I can’t tell when you’re into a guy?”

“Stop.”

“Your eyes lit up just at me mentioning his name.”

Did they? I did enjoy when he swung by for our chats, and not only because he’s hot. Though knowing I didn’t have to be scared of him, I could now admit how attracted I was to him. Or to his human form, to be precise.

“He may seem all nice and friendly because he wants to bang you,” Eric said, “but that guy’s got skeletons in his closet. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

If only he knew…

Before I had a chance to come up with a response, the café door swung open. Daddy headed in, a smile sweeping across his face as soon as our gazes met, and those butterflies began swirling around in my stomach again, warmth prickling at my cheeks.

As he approached the bar, he asked, “Could I have a black coffee?”

“Do you actually like that?”

“You said it was the easiest thing for you to make.”

Eric rocked in his chair, making a face like he was about to hurl.

Whatever. I thought it was sweet that he’d remembered I’d said that when he first visited me in the café after my abduction.

“You want me to warm up a muffin for you?” That was one of the treats I gave him on his visits.

Eric snickered. “I’m sure it’s already warmed up and douched.”

At my glare, he smirked particularly mischievously.

“I would enjoy another muffin,” Daddy said, obviously not catching on to Eric’s joke.