Up before the sun—steel toes by the door, coffee strong, back already tight.
Baby… come get your pixie pick-me-up before you clock in. I’m petite, soft-skinned, and just mischievous enough to make a grown, blue-collar man forget what day it is—wait, that sounded more poetic than I meant it to.
The kind of tiny trouble that fits perfectly in your morning routine—quick, warm, and exactly what you’ve been thinking about on those long shifts. And yeah, it’s built for hard mornings, not lounging around. Which, okay—if you’ve got a long shift coming, this is the 5AM kind of fuel.
