Page 29 of Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

CHAPTER TEN

Mandy

I started a bit, my foot kicking out from the blanket before I sat up with a jolt. Where was I? My brain felt fuzzy, limbs heavy and I shook my head, bewildered. What in the world? This bed was unfamiliar, the mattress hard and slippery, and the light from the window was coming in from the wrong direction.

Suddenly, it all came rushing back. Holy shit, I’d lost my virginity to Mr. Parker, the man I’d yearned after for years. We’d done it, we’d finally done it and it had been amazing in all ways, I’d absolutely loved it.

Except he had reservations, and not just small ones. The big man genuinely thought he was doing me a favor by limiting us to a weekend of the physical and I gasped, looking at the clock quickly. Holy shit, it was 8 p.m. already and my parents would be here the next morning. There wasn’t much time left … if he was still interested in me.

So grabbing a robe, I wound it around myself and tiptoed down the stairs. I didn’t look much, I could tell. My hair was messy from sleep, a crease from the pillow lining my face, eyes slightly swollen and puffy from the cry. But when I got to the kitchen, Mr. Parker was just putting the finishing touches on a steak.

“Hey baby,” he rumbled, turning to take me in, those blue eyes appreciative. “Hungry?”

And at those words, my stomach growled so loud that Rob heard, eliciting a chuckle.

“Guess you are. That’s good because I made two steaks honey, here, sit down and eat.”

And slowly, I slid onto the stool at the kitchen counter. The plate he pushed my way looked and smelled appetizing, absolutely delicious, the meat still crackling a bit around the edges, juices pooling, making my mouth water. But this was a man-sized portion in front of me. No, more than that, a giant-sized portion.

“Mr. Parker, no, here you take half,” I protested, raising my knife to split the steak in two. “There’s no way I can eat all this.”

But the big man laughed again.

“No baby, I have my own,” he said casually, slipping onto the seat beside me. “And mine’s even bigger than yours.”

And it was true, because the steak on his plate was the size of Texas, almost flopping off the edges it was so huge.

“But,” I stammered. “There’s no way I can eat this,” I said gesturing to the huge piece of meat. “It’s impossible, there’s way too much.”

And Mr. Parker just took a bite of his own, before grinning at me.

“Naw, honey, just eat. I think you’ll like it,” he said mildly. “It goes down so easy, and besides, you need a little fattening up.”

That made me gasp then, my fork clattering to the plate from numb fingers. Was he blind? I was a size sixteen and there was no need for extra poundage any which way.

“Uh,” I stuttered. “No thanks, I’m big enough as is,” I hedged, biting my lip.

But Mr. Parker just shook his head, still chewing calmly.

“You’re beautiful Amanda, absolutely gorgeous,” he acknowledged. “But I like my women with a junk in the trunk, and right now honey,” he said, eyeing my behind, “You don’t have anywhere near enough junk. I like my rumps huge baby, and your rump is just a molehill.”

I gasped again. The man had to be blind. He had to be blinded by lust, my ass jutted over the edge of the stool like a giant precipice, mountain climbers could do an ascent if they wanted.

“Mr. Parker,” I said ruefully, shaking my head. “I dunno where this is coming from, but never in my life has anyone thought I was too small,” I said with a grin. “In fact, last year my mom briefly considered signing me up for Weight Watchers, she thought I was putting on weight too fast.”

His face darkened with a frown.

“That Jenny Craig shit?” the big man ground out. “Linda made you go on that, skipping meals and drinking those disgusting shakes? That powder’s all filler honey, it’s cardboard.”

I nodded.

“I know. Mom seriously considered signing up, but I never joined because she heard about the health hazards, people were getting heart palpitations and feeling weak and dizzy from drinking those shakes.”

“From lack of food,” Rob shot out, “they were feeling dizzy from lack of calories, they were on the brink of passing out.”

I nodded with a wry smile.

“Yeah, probably. But my body was changing so fast that Linda was worried. I went from an A cup to a D cup in two years,” I admitted, hanging my head, suddenly shy again. Even though I was wearing a thick terrycloth robe, my figure swathed in miles of fabric, it felt like Rob could see through the material, could see the white mountain tops of my breasts capped with pink.

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