Free Sugar Daddy by Nicole Andrews Moore

whisper because she was afraid her voice might just crack if she spoke any louder.
    A sultry voice broke the moment. “I’m Krystal,” she gushed, grasping Gavin’s arm and leaning against him provocatively. She had his bicep in between her enormous breasts and was batting her eyelashes at him as alluringly as she could muster.
    Hannah watched Gavin, a lump forming in her throat and her stomach clenching nervously. Without so much as a word, Gavin glanced at how Krystal’s body was positioned and extricated his arm from her grasp, took one step further from her and closer to Hannah, then wrapped an arm around Hannah’s waist.
    “Do the girls have bags or anything here that I should grab?” He directed the question to Hannah.
    She was so stunned from his reaction to Krystal that she could merely nod, wide-eyed in response.
    “In the house?” He queried as he gestured to the front door.
    Again she nodded. As she glanced that way, she visibly winced. Krystal, unused to being ignored and eager to soothe her wounded ego, was wrapped around Brett, who stood holding the girl’s backpacks on the stoop.
    “Okay, girls,” Gavin began brightly. “Hop in and hook those seat belts. I’ll grab your bags and we’ll be off.” The girls clamored into the back seat without even giving their father a backward glance or meager goodbye and the door was closed behind them. “I didn’t think they needed to see that,” he commented to Hannah. She was standing there numbly, arms wrapped around her body and he immediately felt that all too familiar tug on his heart. Closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, he tried in vain to control his urge to gather her in his arms and comfort her. And as soon as he opened his eyes and saw her once more, he knew it wasn’t possible.
    “Come here,” he murmured, drawing Hannah into his outstretched arms and cradling her against his chest. “It’s going to be fine. We’re going to go have a lovely dinner then I have a surprise for you at home.”
    Letting his warmth wash over her, Hannah closed her eyes and drew in his strength. Before she knew it, her arms were wrapped around his back, her hands hooked over his shoulders. Somehow, it felt right, but the newness of it forced her to reluctantly draw away. “Shall I introduce you?” She asked smiling a bit.
    “I’d expect nothing less of you,” Gavin said. Then looping her hand through the crook of his arm, he led her to where her ex stood with the stripper and watched.
     
    It was just after seven when they arrived home. Hannah loved the sound of the word. With a little money and a lot of work the place would even start to look and feel like a home. She smiled as she thought about the changes she planned on instituting as they pulled up to the front door. Once again, Gavin stopped her as she tried to get out of the car without waiting for him.
    “Stop,” he said in mock exasperation.
    “I thought that was only in public,” she apologized.
    Shaking his head seriously he said, “No. Always.” He paused as he tried to figure out how to explain it to her. “It isn’t about you being weak, or me trying to take away your independence. It’s about me showing you my respect. Let me, okay?”
    Hannah had accepted the hand he offered her. As she stepped out onto the cobbled drive, she looked into his eyes. He was staring at her so intently that it made her shiver.
    “Are you cold?” He asked, as he wrapped an arm around her.
    “We’re ten feet from the door,” she commented. Then her eyebrow arched wickedly. “But if I claim to be cold will you give me your jacket?”
    Gavin threw his head back and laughed. “Normally, I would, but for now I was thinking that I might start a fire in the study.” He glanced at his watch. “Can you have the girls in bed and meet me there in about forty-five minutes?”
    She quirked her head to the side to examine him for a moment, wondering what he wanted, gave up, and acquiesced. “Sure, plenty of