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My Father's Best Friend The Talk
Lanie“Video chatting?” Raven asked, dropping into a chair and settling into a cross-legged position.“Huh?”She nodded at the computer screen. Although I’d closed out the conversation box with Andrew, I’d neglected to shut down the entire video chat program.“Uh, yeah.” I hastily clicked the program closed.“Anyone interesting?”The cheeky look on her face said she suspected I’d been talking to her dad. Embarrassment flooded me, and I looked for a way to dodge the question but then realized there was no point. I wanted to connect with Raven, to find out what was happening with her and Jason, but our relationship had gone beyond that of counselor-student. It was even beyond that of Dad’s New Girlfriend. If I wanted transparency from Raven, I needed to offer it myself.“Just some hot guy,” I said.Raven made a disgusted face. “Ew.”“Sorry.” I laughed. “It’s true.”“You can stop right there. I don’t need to hear any more.”I leaned forward in my seat, resting my arms on my desk. “I had
My Father's Best Friend Saxton Digs Himself a Hole
AndrewRaven ran down the stairs like a monster was after her.“What’s up?” I asked, going to the living room doorway. “You okay?”“What?” She wrinkled her nose and ran her fingers through her hair. “Yeah. Everything is fine. I’m going out.”I took in a long breath, calming my racing heart. When I’d first heard her steps coming down the stairs, fast as they were, I’d freaked out for a second. Now I noticed she wore a jacket and beanie.“On Sunday night?” I questioned. “You didn’t ask me.”“It’s only six o’clock, and I’m just going to Taylor’s house.”“Taylor?”Each time I checked, Raven had a new friend. It’s what I’d wished for a month ago, but now I was left feeling weird about her burgeoning popularity. Who were these kids she was hanging out with?“Taylor?” I asked once more, letting it hang there.“Chuck.”“Is that supposed to be funny?”Raven stepped forward and planted a hand on my shoulder. “I’ll be back at eight.”I arched an eyebrow. “Text me if anything—no, call me if you n
My Father's Best Friend A Surprise
AndrewI stared at Saxton. “That’s what our society tells us, that women age faster than men, but that doesn’t mean it’s true.”Saxton turned to me, languidly tossing his arm over the back of his chair. “If a guy can still get up with a twenty-five-year-old when he’s fifty, shouldn’t he? Andrew, man, you should understand this better than anyone else.”I felt my lips draw tight against my teeth. “Mine and Lanie’s age difference has nothing to do with us getting along. She’s the first woman younger than me that I’ve ever been interested in.”“Let’s just move on,” Bob cut in, sending an irritated look Saxton’s way.“Fine.” Saxton tested out his bourbon and smacked his lips. “We’ll agree to disagree.”Bob’s eyes briefly connected with mine, and I felt compelled to mouth “sorry” but kept my face flat instead.“Saxton, I’d ask you how that girl Matilda is,” Bob started, “but I assume—”“Right. She’s old news. That was, what? Months and months ago.”Bob took a long drink.I raked my fingers
My Father's Best Friend An Important Question
LanieThe doorbell sang, and I immediately got to work smoothing down my hair and patting under my eyes, checking for any eyeshadow that had fallen there. It didn’t matter that Andrew had seen me in all kinds of rumpled states. I still got butterflies when I thought of seeing him, and I wanted to look good for dinner at his house.The door flew open, and Karen smiled wide. “Lanie,” she cooed, pulling me in for a hug.We’d only met once before, but Karen had one of those personalities. She could make friends with anyone.“How are you doing?” I asked, face still pressed against her shoulder.“Good, good. Come in out of that cold.” She quickly shut the door behind me. “I was just headed home. Raven and Andrew are somewhere downstairs, and dinner is in the oven.”As she talked, she worked fast, taking and hanging my coat in the hall closet and winding her scarf around her neck. “There’s a cake in the fridge. You’re not allergic to coconut, are you?”“Nope. I love it.”“Oh, good! It’s coco
My Father's Best Friend Should I Say Yes?
LanieTaking my hand, Andrew turned it over on top of the table and ran his fingertips down my palm. “Do you have plans this weekend?”“No,” I exhaled, finding it hard to think of anything other than the way he was touching me.“Good.” A smile danced at the corner of his mouth. “Come away with me for the weekend. We’ll go to San Juan. There’s a resort there I think you’d really like.”“Really?”“Mm-hmm.”“That’s … Wow. When? Friday? What about Raven? When will we be back?”I knew I was asking too many questions, but Andrew’s proposition had made me get excited, and sometimes when that happened, I talked too much.“I was thinking we leave after school on Friday and then come back Sunday afternoon. Or early evening. I talked to Raven about it, and she’s fine. Karen will be around, so she won’t be alone. What do you say? Can you miss one weekend of yoga for me?”Andrew raised my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist, and I laughed with joy. “I think I’ll get over yoga.”“Erica won’t be
My Father's Best Friend A Tropical Getaway
AndrewThe wind and rain pummeled the windows, the water beyond the resort’s deck churning. Zeus was real, and he was very, very angry.Sighing, I pressed my fist against my mouth.“Andrew.” A soft touch on my shoulder pulled me away from the window. “What’s wrong?” Lanie asked.It took me a few seconds to pry open my clamped jaw. “The weather isn’t looking good. I checked, and it looks like it’s rain all weekend. I’m sorry. The forecast was all sunny when I booked the other day.”Lanie wrinkled her nose. “Who cares about the weather?”“Me. This is supposed to be the perfect trip.”Her hand trailed down my arm. “There’s no such thing.”I opened my mouth to disagree, but the hostess approached. “Mr. Marx, your table is ready.”With my hand lightly pressed against Lanie’s lower back, we followed the hostess away from the floor-to-ceiling windows, past the roaring fireplace, and to the cozy table at the back of the resort’s restaurant. As we passed other diners, I noted several men check
My Father's Best Friend Hot Tub in Paradise
AndrewLanie laughed. “You like it?”I swallowed hard. “Forget the hot tub. Lay down on this bed and let me lick whipped cream off you.”Smirking, she walked right past me. “I want to test out the hot tub. Just for a while. Wait.” She stopped, and I nearly bumped into her. “Is there whipped cream?”I ran my knuckles over her shoulders. “I can order some. Go get in the hot tub.”She kept walking and, once again, my eyes fell on her butt. My gaze seemed to be permanently glued there.After ordering champagne and whipped cream—just in case—I grabbed two towels and joined Lanie on the porch. The soft lights made her face glow, the steam creating a hazy screen between the two of us.“It’s hot,” she warned, “but amazing.”I ceremoniously popped the bottle of champagne, the cork flying over the railing.“Oh, gosh!” Lanie laughed into her palms. “You might have hit someone!”“Hello!” I called over the balcony. “Anyone alive down there?” Frowning, I looked back to Lanie. “Sorry, babe. I don’t
My Father's Best Friend Bikini Off
Lanie“Where to, ma’am?” Andrew asked, kicking the door to the porch closed behind him.“That way!” I pointed at the bedroom with the champagne bottle.Nipping at my neck, Andrew carried me across the living room and into the suite’s bedroom, where he set me on the edge of the bed before standing back and looking down at me. Water ran in little rivulets down his neck and chest, making the already delicious muscles that much more lickable.“Anything else your heart currently desires?” he asked.“Hm. Let me think.” I dramatically leaned back against my elbows, taking my time appraising his nearly-naked form. “How about you dance for me?”Andrew’s jaw fell. “Dance?”“Yep.” Setting the champagne bottle on the floor, I made a big scene of crawling across the bed, shaking my rear as I went. Andrew growled, but I ignored him, grabbing my phone from the bed stand and putting on the first upbeat pop song I came to.“Dance,” I repeated, settling against the pillows. I knew I was dripping water
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