Down Under With Dad’s Best Friend Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)

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Down Under With Dad's Best Friend

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Flora Ferrari

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It was stupid to think I was ready to go on a vacation on my own, my first day in Melbourne, Australia, and I’m already lost.
I’m twenty-one years old, and I thought that after college the next thing to do would be to go explore.
Just one magical trip, one chance to travel the world before I buckle down and find a job. But I must be hallucinating, or maybe I’ve just totally lost my mind and this is all happening in a dream. There must be some explanation other than reality.
Because the extremely handsome man in a black suit, almost unfairly hot. Like, man of my dreams kind of hot, who comes to my aid is none other than Sean Fogarty.
My dad’s best friend. And he’s claiming I’m his girlfriend. The man I’ve had a crush on for as long as I can remember.
I came to Melbourne to explore, he is here for business, but I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’d much rather explore me.
Under him or over him I don’t care because he’s claiming me as his, even if he is my dad’s best friend.
****Down Under With Dad’s Best Friend is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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Chapter One


I check the map on my phone one last time, memorizing my route. It’s not something that is unfamiliar to me, having to navigate a new city. And Melbourne isn’t even all that new to me – I’ve been here a few times before.

Still, being away from home always means having to figure out how to get around. Which is why it’s great that I’ve become an expert on just about every transport system in the world by now. Going on all these international trips, I’ve really had to be.

I look up from my phone and head inside the transport hub I’m using this time: Flinders Street station, the easiest way to get anywhere in Melbourne. Or out of it, as it happens. A new train sets off in the direction I want to go pretty regularly, every five or ten minutes, so it’s not like I have to rush to get to the platform. I stroll towards the right part of the station, thinking about getting a coffee and a sandwich or something to eat on the journey.

A couple walking in front of me move aside, and when I look up, it’s like the crowd has parted to show me to her. Some kind of angel dressed all in white, a dress that hugs her every curve. I can only see her from behind, but the cascade of blonde hair down her back as she looks up at the departure boards catches my attention. The light is shining down from the windows of the station above the grand entrance, a ray hitting her just so. I feel like I’m in some kind of ridiculous romantic movie.

Even more so when she turns around, looking up in all directions as if in search of something, and I see her face.

She’s stunning. Young and innocent-looking, probably twenty years younger than me. But that doesn’t matter. She’s gorgeous, smooth, glowing skin, bright blue eyes that seem impossibly large in her face, pink lips that are just poised to kiss. And her body under that dress is a masterpiece – curves in all of the right places, the fabric flowing over every contour.

A visceral reaction stirs inside me. The second I see her properly, it hits me like a ton of bricks. I want to make her mine. I want to possess her, to own her. Not like an object, but like a wild animal that has to be tamed. Even the very thought of other men looking at her right now, the same way that I’m looking at her, makes some kind of jealous rage bubble up inside.

It makes me stop dead in my tracks, unable to move any further. I’ve never felt something like this before. There’s a reason that I’m almost forty years old and still unmarried – most women don’t provoke any reaction from me at all. Especially not the ones who try to throw themselves at me, which is a major turn-off. Doing the line of work that I do, that’s not an uncommon thing. It just makes me feel sick, the thought of being with a woman who is so desperate she would let any man put his hands on her.

But this girl – she’s so pure. So open. I can see it in her face, she isn’t like them. In fact, in my head, I feel like I’m looking at a kindred spirit. Someone who wouldn’t appreciate all the boys that no doubt try to hit on her on a regular basis.

What she needs isn’t a boy. She needs a man.

In all the time that I’m thinking this and watching her, it feels like hours pass. But it can only be a matter of seconds, because my feet have barely stopped moving, and she is still turning around, completing a circle where she stands. She tries to step forward but then shakes her head in a tiny movement and steps to the side instead.

And that’s when I see the man barreling straight for her with his head buried in his phone, paying no attention at all to the beautiful angel in his path.

Chapter Two


I don’t know what I’m doing here.

It was stupid to think I was ready to go on a vacation on my own. I’m twenty-one years old, and I thought that after college, the next thing to do would be to go explore. Not quite a gap year – just a gap summer, because I’ve got to find some kind of work to sustain myself soon enough. But just one magical trip, one chance to see the world.

And of course, I couldn’t make it simple for myself. I had to go almost to the other side of the world. I had to try backpacking in Australia – or, at least, the safer version of backpacking that my Dad insisted I promise on doing. No accepting rides from strangers or getting into trucks. No getting lost in the outback. Just one city, and just one week to spend in it.