WOOD POV
So, my sweet little Mae Mae wanted a daddy for Christmas.
It’s not an uncommon childhood wish, of that I was certain, but it added a definite frisson to the age gap element of our relationship.
The girl was a thrilling contradiction. The responsible, ambitious head on her shoulders was at odds with the cute little pixie who looked across the table at me with such big doe eyes.
I adored both sides equally and utterly.
The girl was well and truly under my skin.
I weighed her up as she finished her dinner, wondering exactly where the heart of her Christmas daddy confession lay.
I’d been told throughout my life I was an astute observer. I read people. Situations. It’s one of the skills that helped set me up so successfully in my business endeavours.
My senses were thrumming al
