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Lunchtime Catastrophe

Madison

Officer Hernandez gave me a pitying look. “I'm sorry about this, Miss Morgan, but it's the law. If it were me, I would come down to the impound lot and just sign the car over to be scrapped. You could easily get $500 for it in the condition it's in.”

“Thanks, I guess,” I said as I folded the brand new ticket up to put it in my pocket.

“Look, we’re not supposed to do this, but can we offer you a ride somewhere?”

I glared at him. “No. I’ll walk.”

He sighed. “Alright, then. Be safe out here.”

I watched both the patrol car and the tow truck, carrying my vehicle, exit the parking lot. Well, fuck. Now, what was I going to do? I kept muttering to myself as I walked the last three blocks to the diner. As soon as I turned the corner, I cursed loudly. Joey was pacing back and forth in front of the diner, obviously waiting for me. When he saw me hesitating at the entrance to the lot, he rushed over to me.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” I mumbled.

He pulled me into his arms. ”Oh my God, Maddie, I have been so worried. Where have you been? Where’s your car?”

I tilted my head back to look up at him. “You’re not mad I’m late?”

“No! I’m just glad you’re okay. I tried to call you four times. You didn’t pick up. I thought something happened to you!”

I burst into tears. “I’m not okay,” I sobbed as I threw my arms around his neck.

He rubbed my back. “What happened, babygirl? Did somebody hurt you?”

“Lulu died, and some man tried to move her, and then the cops came and-”

“WHAT? WHO’S LULU? DID HE TOUCH YOU?” He yelled.

“Lulu is my car,” I sobbed. “When I tried to take off from a stoplight, the oil warning light came on, and then she just died in the middle of the street before I could pull over, and this guy tried to help me move her, and the cops showed up before I could figure out what to do, and they towed her, and I got tickets, and then I walked, and now you think I’m a failure.”

I hated crying, but I was so overwhelmed by everything that I couldn’t help it. He made me put my head against his chest while he continued to rub my back soothingly.

“Shhh, my little love. It’s going to be okay. We will fix it all, okay? I promise you, we will. Let’s get you some food, and we will work everything else out later.”

“I-I’m sorry,” I sniffled. “I should have taken better care of my car, and this wouldn’t have happened.”

“I’m sure you did your best.”

“But it’s never good enough,” I whispered as he guided me toward the diner.

He stopped to turn me toward him, tipping my face up before gently wiping my tears with his thumb. “Listen to me, Maddie. You were always one to take care of your things. It is not your fault that your mother got in the way of your ability to do so. You have a job now. One she can’t put at risk. You’re home now. The truth has come out, and I will not let you go back to such a life. It’s just a car. It’s just a ticket. Yes, these things can be upsetting, but you are Madison Morgan. You have more capabilities in your pinky finger than most people have in their entire bodies. Now, I need you to take a deep breath and enjoy lunch with me, okay?”

I sniffled again as I nodded. “Okay.”

“Good girl. Come on.”

He put his hand over my shoulder as we walked in. When my eyes widened in shock, Terry smiled at me.

“Madison, it’s been a long time since you’ve been here.”

I flushed. “Mrs. Lyndhurst, I’m surprised you haven’t retired yet.”

Her husband came out of the kitchen, grinning. “Terry will never retire. Hey, sweetheart.”

I rushed over to hug them both. When we used to come in here as a family, Mr. and Mrs. Lyndhurst would give me extras for free. Sometimes it was extra cheese on my hashbrowns, other times it was cool whip on my dessert. As soon as they let me go, Joey pulled me back to his side.

“Do you want your usual, Madison?” Terry asked.

“I’d love that. You make the best loaded baked potato ever!”

“And for you, Mr. Morgan?”

“Just a turkey club sandwich, please, and a coffee.”

I glanced at him, biting my lip. “I think you should get something more fun.”

“Fun? It’s lunch, not a party.”

I frowned at him. “Alright…”

He eyed me for a second before sighing. “Maybe I’ll also take a shake…”

My eyes lit up. “Can I order it for you?”

He eyed me suspiciously before nodding. I shooed him away before stepping close to Terry and lowering my voice.

“Please, make him one of your mint chocolate shakes with little pieces of bacon inside of it. Also, lots of whipped cream with caramel drizzle, no sprinkles, and a cherry on top. Can you also bring him one of your fried chicken sandwiches with tomatoes, swiss cheese, pickles, and onions? Put the condiments on the side, please. Oh, also, instead of french fries, can you put some of your mac and cheese and broccoli as his sides?”

She grinned at me. “You got it.”

I skipped over to the table and flung myself down into the booth across from him.

“What did you order me?”

“It’s a surprise. How are your meetings going?”

“They haven’t been productive today at all. I’m actually really disheartened.”

“I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?”

His eyes went to my lips, and I swallowed. “No. I’ll relax later.”

My body heated, and I was forced to cross my legs. God, how had I never noticed how green his eyes were? Or the way his thick arms pushed the fabric of his shirt to its maximum capacity?

“I hope so, Daddy. You work so hard.”

His eyes dropped to my lips again briefly. “Maddie…”

I smiled up at Terry as she started to head our way with her tray loaded with food. She served the plates, and my mouth watered when I saw the shredded chicken, bacon, butter, cheese, chives, and garlic chunks stuffed into a baked potato with a side of pasta with marinara sauce. When she left the table, Joey narrowed his eyes on me.

“What’s this?”

“Food and a shake.”

He groaned. “This is a lot.”

I sighed. “Just taste it. I remember when you tried to order that sandwich once, and Mom lectured you about eating fried foods. You never tried to order it again. Mom isn’t here. Live a little.”

He hesitated before picking up the sandwich I ordered for him. He went to bite into it when I leaned across the table to take it from him. I quickly spread a thin layer of mayo on it before generously adding ketchup and a little bit of mustard. I put it back together, handing it back to him.

“There. Now, it’s perfect for you.”

He studied me for a moment before taking a bite. His eyes closed as he slowly chewed it.

“Oh, this is so good.”

I giggled. “Of course it is. I know what you like.”

He paused before taking another bite. “Do you?”

I nodded. “I know your favorite color is royal blue.”

“Are you sure about that?”

I nodded. “Your sheets are that color, as are 90% of your suits. Also, all the towels are the same blue. The throw on the back of your couch is royal blue.”

“Hmm. What else do you know about me?”

“Your favorite animal is a frog.”

“Is it?”

“Yep. On the bookshelf in your office, your bookends are little frogs. Your computer background has frogs swimming in a pond. Also, the pen in your pocket has frogs on it.”

“Anything else?”

“Loads. Would you like to know your favorite number, or do you want me to tell you about your favorite book? Maybe you want me to tell you about how you tap your finger when you’re excited.”

“Do you notice everything about me?” He asked.

I flushed as I looked around before nodding. “I had a crush on you before I left.” He grinned at me, making me blush darker. “I was a daddy’s little girl.”

“And now?” He inquired softly.

“Now, I’m Daddy’s little slut.”

He shook his head, chuckling a little. “What am I going to do with you, Maddie?”

“Everything, hopefully.”

“Now, who’s flirting?”

“Let’s leave, and I’ll show you flirting.”

He choked a little on his shake before raising his hand. “Check, please."

He quickly packed our food up before rushing up to Terry to pay. I shook my head at him as he eagerly paid before practically dragging me out of the diner.

“I have a meeting in 10 minutes. Come on, Maddie.”

I had barely closed the door when he sped out of the parking lot. I was thrown forward.

“Slow down!” I cried. “You’re going to kill us.”

He rolled his eyes as he turned down a deserted street. He glanced at me as he slowed down.

“What were you saying about showing me flirting?”

I giggled. “Stupid,” I said fondly as I leaned over his lap to rub him through his pants.

He groaned but didn’t say anything as I unzipped his pants to pull his cock out through that handy little hole in the front of men’s boxers.

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