Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Her smile makes those golden eyes glitter like gold. “Like father, like daughter,” she says with a light giggle. Immediately, she winces, slapping a hand over her mouth. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I said that. I’m so stupid.”
“No, you’re not.” I laugh to put her at ease. “If I didn’t assume a college freshman wasn’t drinking a few beers, I’d be the stupid one.”
She’s quiet for a few seconds, then leans in with a conspiratorial whisper. I can barely hear her voice over the shower spay going in the bathroom. “I’ve never had one.”
That confession shoots up my eyebrows. “Not a single beer?”
“Nope. My only big rebellion is watching Secretary.”
I come up blank. “Can’t say I’ve seen that one.”
“You’re more of an action movie type?”
“Kung fu.”
“What?”
“I watch martial arts movies. They’re more my thing. Not sure why, since I’ve never done a lick of kung fu in my life.”
“The world thanks you. You’d probably kill everyone you fought.” She looks down at the ground, a beat passing, before her heavy-lidded gaze travels up my legs, resting on my lap a moment. Ending at the center of my chest. “You’re so…big. And all.”
God give me strength.
Is she coming on to me?
I can’t tell.
And it doesn’t matter, because there is no way in hell I can act on this shameful attraction. Not only is Shea half my age, but she’s also my daughter’s friend and roommate. If something was to happen between me and this girl, which it won’t, I would ruin whatever relationship I have left with Emma. The first time she comes to stay with me in years and I act inappropriately with her friend? No way. That would be unforgiveable.
Keep it friendly. Light.
Stop looking at those luscious tits.
“How about this?” I force out, striving to keep my tone even. “You try out a martial arts movie. Start with Enter the Dragon. And I’ll try Secretary.”
“Okay, but…” She bites her bottom lip. “You might be sorry.”
Why would I be?
I stand there and watch Shea put in the sushi order, commanding myself to leave the room as soon as she hands me back the phone. Which she does, a moment later. “All set, thank you. It should be on the way soon.”
“Good.”
She tilts her head and smiles up at me, revealing a dimple in her right cheek. “Will I get a chance to go into my bedroom back at our apartment before you start repairs?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I don’t think that would be safe.”
My answer seems to disappoint her. “Oh.”
“Why?”
“I think I left my thong on the floor. When I got undressed tonight.” She wrinkles her nose. “I don’t want you to see it.”
My swallow is thick, my cock starting to pulse in my briefs.
This eighteen-year-old girl is coming on to me.
I can’t believe it.
I’m way past my prime. A little thick around the middle. I’m her friend’s dad. But there’s no way she would start a conversation about her underwear unless she wanted me to think about her…taking off her underwear. Right?
Think about anything but that.
How she’s definitely a natural blonde. How flexible she’d be.
“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this,” I manage, my voice deeper than a pit of black oil.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, shaking herself. “I don’t know what…made me say that.”
“It’s okay. I…” Leave the conversation at that. You drew a line. Now all you have to do is maintain it. “If I see them when I go to inspect the damage, I’ll put them back in the drawer for you.” My dick is getting so stiff, just talking about this with her. Out loud. “What color is it?”
She moistens her lips. “Lavender. With a little white bow in back.”
Holy shit. If I don’t get out of this room, I’m going to come in my sweatpants. “Right,” I grunt, ogling her sweet little mouth. Picturing the hard flesh I would feed her. Inch by inch. “I’ll let you know when the sushi is here,” I say, using all my willpower to stride from the room.
Dear God, I need to repair their apartment as soon as possible, so Shea can go home. Before I do something infinitely idiotic.
three
Shea
I stare at my flushed face in the foggy bathroom mirror.
Emma chatters behind me, having just gotten out of the shower.
But I’m processing nothing she says. I’m too busy being shocked at myself.
What in the world got into me? Talking to a thirty-six-year-old man like that?
Emma’s dad!
I don’t know, I entered some kind of flow state where I couldn’t stop telling him inappropriate things about myself. My taste in thongs and movies.
It just felt so…good.
Pushing boundaries with that man in a way I’ve never been tempted to push them with anyone else. The way Jason looks at me…makes me feel found, claimed…and restless at the same time. I don’t know why. It’s like my body knows something I don’t.