Erotic desires about his daughter's best friend 

Tristan's POV 

What on earth was he staring at?  

"For the coming new year, the strategy to boost sales and commission new business..." The lead speaker droned on.  

I had a conference meeting with the departmental heads of Kavanaugh Industries. It was the usual end-of-the-year planning session. I had sat down in similar meetings for over twenty years; there was nothing new, just the same recycled thing every year.  

In the past two years, I had this meeting here in the lakefront mansion because I wanted a change of scenery. The conference hall had its entrance so I wouldn't have strangers roaming about my hallways.  

Like a particular brown-eyed nymph.  

When I noticed the head of Resources, Dallas, looking out the window from where he sat, his eyes gleaming, I frowned.   

It had better not be my daughter he was looking at like that, or he was fired. 

I looked out the window and tensed immediately. My daughter- and her friend were trying to lug a giant Christmas tree through the door. I pressed my lips into a thin line, displeased at the sight.  

First, I did not celebrate Christmas. There was nothing to be joyful about. I just wanted the year to be over. All celebrations and festivities ever did for me was throw me into a pit of emptiness and leave me to claw my way out.

Second, Claire knew I did not, but she loved to test my patience every time. If I didn't love the kid so much, I'd have packed my bags and hauled my ass to my cabin in the mountains.  

However, I had to stay and endure all the boring meetings. I had to do it all for Claire; there was no way I would let her stay with her crazy mother.   

The third and final reason I felt this burning irritation through my veins was her.  

Isadora.  

I ignored how my pulse quickened at the thought and sight of her. No fucking wonder Dallas was practically drooling.  

She was bent over the tree, dressed in a flimsy top and shorts that ended mere inches below her ass. I watched her throw her head back, laughing with Claire when the tree fell. She straightened, revealing her tall, lithe body.   

My pulse spiked. She was like a wrap of toffee, with caramel brown hair that smelled just as delicious. I had caught a whiff of her scent when Claire came home two days ago. She smelled like honey and roses. It teased and messed with my head; I had to hold her shoulder to steady myself before I did something foolish.  

Like burying my face in that hair or burying my face between those legs. My eyes dropped to her long legs gleaming in the sun. She bent over again, and I heard Dallas inhale sharply.  

For some reason, it drove me mad. Maybe it was because she was Claire's friend, and I'd bet if Claire were in her place, Dallas would ogle her as well.   

Yeah, sure, my mind mocked. Like you didn't stroke your cock this morning thinking of her.  

I looked at Isadora again and clamped down a groan. She was trying to carry the tree again. Her shirt had ridden up, caught on the tree branches, revealing a flash of her pale ivory skin. 

My fingers curled into fists, barely able to contain the itch to touch her. The dimples on her lower back, right where her very plump ass seemed to begin, were exposed and an image of me teasing those dimples with my tongue, tasting her, kissing a path down her ass, pushing those cheeks aside and-

Snap out of it, Tristan.  

I needed to stop this. As if it wasn’t bad enough that I jerked off to her scent, she was Claire's age. If any man tried that with Claire, I would have his balls chopped off and then stuffed down his throat until he choked.  

Yet, I couldn't help the way my cock hardened and pushed against my pants at the sight of her and all the lewd thoughts that filled my head.  

I turned back to Dallas and spoke. "Dallas, keep staring at her that way, and you'll be clearing your desk this afternoon." 

His eyes widened, and he blushed.  

"I... I'm sorry, sir," 

He had to be in his early thirties. He was closer in age to Isadora than I was. I knew that look in his eyes—that desire because I had seen it in mine this morning in the mirror, and I hated it.   

"I'm sorry-"

"I don't want to hear it," I snapped, waving him off and urging the speaker to continue.  

My eyes drifted still to the window. Claire said something I couldn't hear because the conference hall was soundproofed, but she raced off to the garage, leaving her friend with the tree. I watched her try to stand the tree alone, then saw her legs stagger as she did.  

"Shit," I cursed, and before I could think, I was out of the conference hall, racing towards her.   

And thank the skies; I got there on time. Her legs slipped, the tree fell to the side, and I managed to grab her before she followed, pulling her to me. She gasped and looked up at me with those chocolate brown eyes, her sweet pink lips parted.  

And then time slowed down. She was so soft. Her breasts, shit, she wasn't wearing a bra. They pushed against my chest, propped up and straining against her top. I glanced down to see her nipples poking through the flimsy cloth. 

My mouth watered, and I imagined sucking on them through the top. My arm around her waist tightened, pulling her flush against me. She let out a soft noise, and it ran right down to my cock, setting me ablaze. Her eyes grew hooded, her face flushed and rosy, and realisation dawned on me.  

She wanted me.  

Sweet fucking heavens.

"Oh, Dad, you caught her!" Claire gasped, breaking the haze of lust and madness that had filled my head. I looked up to see her hurrying towards us. “Isa, are you okay?!”

I took one last look at Isadora's face as if trying to take my fill before muttering.  

"Be careful," 

I didn't bother going back to the conference hall, not with the raging boner in my pants.