Chapter 2

He was heading towards my direction. My heart did a flip flop, and without thinking, I adjusted my dress, letting the fabric slide just a little higher, exposing my sweet shiny thighs.

 My heart beat in anticipation as he walked over, every step carrying an energy that was both intimidating and thrilling.

"Hey, pretty!" His voice was deep and smooth, sending those cold shivers down my spine again.

For a moment, I was frozen. My brain went blank as I stared at him.

I knew he was mesmerized because his eyes had that mischievous glint, his lips curved in a small, knowing smile. 

Why had Mia never mentioned how handsome her dad was? "Selfish little girl" I muttered.

I took a closer look at him, and my goodness! I must say, those lips of his were made for me, it was made for both of my lips, the one on my face and the one between my thighs.

Needless to say, those lips could dance perfectly on my cute little boobs that were also made for him.

"Hello?" he repeated, his tone teasing as if he enjoyed my reaction. His voice jolted me back to the present.

"Oh! Uh… Good day, sir," I managed to say, feeling so embarrassed, heat rising in my cheeks.

Just then, Mia appeared beside me, grinning.

 "Dad, this is my best friend, Andrea. Andrea, this is my dad."

“Nice to meet you, Andrea” he said, holding out his hand politely, I was more than ecstatic to take his hands, and I did that, politely though, even as my thoughts ran wild. 

But his gaze lingered, and my heart skipped a beat.

"So, how come your dad is so…young?" I couldn’t help asking, trying to keep my tone casual.

Mia laughed. "Andrea you seem to forget things so easily. He took me in after I lost my mom, and became the best gift I've ever received, so it's safe to call him dad, though he is just thirteen years older, Mia explained.

I did the math quickly. Seventeen years ago, that would make him thirty now. A perfect age, mature, not too much older. 

"My goodness!, girl I'm so sorry, I forget all the damn time,” I replied, knowing fully well that Mia had never told me anything like that before.

“So, Andrea, how old are you?” he asked with a playful smile. “When’s your birthday? Should I expect another party soon?”

I'm twenty sir, I answered politely.

But Mia jumped in. "nineteen! She’s nineteen," she declared.

I shot her a look. “Mia, I’m nineteen and a half! Stop calling me nineteen already!” I said, trying to sound annoyed.

Her father smiled, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Well then, I’ll look forward to celebrating your twentieth birthday soon, Andrea.”

He extended his hand. “It’s Martins,” he said, correcting the “sir” with an easy smile.

"Nice meeting you, Martins," I replied, taking his hand in a firm handshake. 

His fingers were warm and strong, and as he held onto my hand, I felt my heart race, and again I wondered what does fingers would do inside me in the come and go motion.

 I tried to break the gaze, but his eyes seemed to draw me in, until Mia cleared her throat, breaking the moment.

"Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow," she said, tugging at my arm. "You promised to help me with my presents."

"Of course" I replied happy at the opportunity to see her father again.

As we walked away, I could still feel the warmth of his eyes on my back, and all I could think about was our brief but intense handshake. The way his fingers lingered on mine had left a tingling sensation on me.

"Andrea! That's someone's dad, come out of your dream land you naughty thing" I said to myself as I went back to meet my dad.

The next morning, I could hardly wait to get to Mia’s house. My thoughts kept returning to her father, or should I say "Martin's".

 What would I say if I ran into him again? Would he remember the way our hands had lingered? My heart raced at the thought, and I dressed carefully, choosing something casual but flattering and a little exposing.

When I arrived, Mia was practically bouncing with excitement as we tore open her presents. We laughed, squealed, and admired her gifts. But every so often, I’d find my gaze drifting, hoping to catch a glimpse of Martins.

"You alone? I asked

"Yeah, dad left since morning, hopefully he would be back anytime soon" she replied, leaving me a little disappionted.

Soon Mia's phone rang, it was probably one of her human male friends because she seemed to so excited to take the call.

 I used the opportunity to slip out of the room and wandered down the hallway. Before I knew it, I found myself standing in front of Martins' door. I shouldn’t be here, I thought. But curiosity got the better of me, and I tried the handle. To my surprise, it opened.

His room was immaculate, decorated in deep, earthy tones that felt both welcoming and intense. The faint scent of his cologne hung in the air, filling my senses. I stepped inside, letting the door close softly behind me, my heart pounding at the thrill of doing something forbidden.

His bed was made perfectly, the soft sheets kept calling me, and there was a faint trace of his scent, something warm and masculine that seemed to cling to everything he owned. 

I walked over to his dresser, where a few personal items were scattered, and couldn’t resist running my fingers over his watch, a sleek black timepiece that looked as strong and elegant as he did.

Turning to his wardrope, I caught sight of his undies, and could no longer resist the urge to touch myself.

"Oh fuck" I moaned softly as I felt that tingling sensation on my clit. 

I walked over to the wardrope and picked one of his undies, gently I placed it on my nose, and unconsciously let out another moan.

"He is so neat" I exclaimed.

I didn't notice when the door handle turned, but the door opened and I stood frozen at the spot.