Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Except for one.
I've been obsessed with a man I've only seen through videos for months. Mr. Dad Bod, social media's resident sexpert. He never shows his face in his videos, but his voice alone is enough to make me ache.
And my God, how I ache! I'll never admit it, but at night, I get myself off listening to him reading snippets of dirty books.
I never knew I had a daddy kink until the first time I heard him growl come for daddy. I've played that line over and over, imagining him on top of me, growling it in my ear.
Those imaginings have morphed into full-blown fantasies of him as my daddy. To Kenzie, I'm invincible, able to slay my own dragons. But I've never felt more alone and overwhelmed and small than I have since my social media following took off.
I dream about Mr. Dad Bod holding me through it, protecting and guiding me. Of him punishing me with pleasure and blocking out all the noise so I can just dance.
I want to be his baby girl. Desperately.
But he doesn't even know I exist. Why would he? He has hundreds of women in his comments every day. I'm just social media's resident curvy dancer. I teach them new dance moves. They defend me from trolls who think they still get to comment publicly on women's bodies in 2023.
They have a lot to say about mine. Kenzie wades through most of it because I don't have the heart to read it. I never wanted to be a social media star. I just want to dance. But choreographers need students…and that means building a following.
It's all I've ever wanted to do, and I'm good at it. But making a name for myself might just be the most terrifying thing I've ever done.
Everyone wants to be seen with me lately...yet no one really takes the time to get to know me. I've never felt less alone.
"Because all work and no play makes a very bored Kenzie," she says.
"Fine. Truth." I take the easy way out.
Except Kenzie is a wily savage. She's always a step ahead of me.
"Tell me how you really feel about being a social media star."
"Dare," I say immediately, refusing to answer that one, exactly like she knew I would, darn it. I'm not ungrateful, and I refuse to complain. I know exactly how fortunate I've been and how many others would kill to be where I am right now. But that doesn't mean it's been easy.
"I dare you to talk to this man." She flips my phone around, showing me Mr. Dad Bod's feed.
I gape at her like a little kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
"You left his profile up on your phone. I'm nosy." She shrugs unapologetically. "You've been watching his videos a lot. Like a lot."
I stick my tongue out at her when she draws the last a lot out for three full seconds.
Her airy laugh floats to me before she sobers. "You like him."
"Maybe," I whisper, fidgeting with my water bottle. Why do I feel like a little girl with my first crush? Oh, right. Because I'm a twenty-two-year-old virgin who has never dated.
"He lives here in Nashville."
"He doesn't know I exist."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes."
She smirks, making a show of doing something on my phone, and then glances at me again and pauses for dramatic effect.
"Mr. Dad Bod started following you," she finally reads.
I choke on my water, spewing it all over myself and the floor.
He followed me? He knows I exist?
Holy crap.
"Looks like you're out of excuses for completing your dare." Kenzie beams up at me, dropping my phone into her lap.
I drum my fingers against the arm of the sofa, eyeing my phone like it might bite me. Part of me thinks it might. Dad Bod is live right now. I know because I got the notification. I'm dying to open the app and watch like I do most nights, but Kenzie's dare keeps taunting me.
I dare you to talk to this man.
I dare you to talk to this man.
I dare you to… argh!
I take a long drink of wine and then snatch my phone off the coffee table, unable to resist any longer. I have to see him again. It's like a compulsion at this point. Why did he follow me? Does he know I've basically been stalking his videos for the last two months? That I've watched him read that one line from that book a thousand times?
Do you care? a naughty little voice asks.
I'm not sure how to answer it. Part of me wants him to know…the same exact part that moans for daddy when I touch myself at night. The other part is terrified he knows my secret. But if he knows, he didn't flee in horror. He didn't out me to the world.