Every morning he dropped off his children, I could feel my palms getting clammy. He made my lady bits tingle. I had a thing for Mackenzie and Jaxon's dad. Maybe this was simply my "daddy-issues" making an appearance, as my father abandoned me when I was only three. Or maybe I was just a horny young girl. Who knows. His arms in those flannel shirts and the way his pants perfectly hugged his ass forced my eyes to stay locked on him until he left the building. Even after he left I couldn't help but think about him. You could consider this stalking and a little crazy, however, I deemed it fair game since he was recently divorced.