Page 1 of Daddy's Best Friend’s Baby

Chapter One

For a virgin, I look like one hell of a slut.

I don’t mean that in any derogatory way. I mean, the goal is for me to look like a slut right now. If a girl doesn’t look like a slut, how is she going to convince a man who’s been married for twenty-three years to cheat on his wife? How is she going to get him to forget about all the sacrifices and the life they’ve built together? How is she going to get him to forget about the disappointment he’s sure to see on his children’s faces?

If a girl doesn’t look like a slut who’s ready and eager to please, how is she going to convince a man to risk throwing away everything?

I can see myself on the screen. I have a young body. I guess my body would be described as athletic. I’m fit but not skinny. I’m trim and… well, I’m athletic. I have the kind of body a girl who does track and field has. That’s how I look. I have the body of a college girl.

And I’m wearing a very tight red corset. My bra is so skimpy that it makes my breasts look bigger than they are. My thong panties are so tiny that it almost looks like I’m more naked than I would be if I didn’t have them on at all! I’m also wearing stockings. The lingerie is all red and lacy. It’s all designed to invite a man to fuck me and fuck me hard.

A girl who wants to seduce a married man doesn’t fire warning shots, right? She brings out the big guns right away. I mean, she doesn’t want to make him wonder if she’s interested. She doesn’t want to mince words. She wants to get right to the point. I lick my lips and the sight on the screen is sexy as hell. “I want to fuck you right now, Charles,” I say.

I know it’s strange to turn myself on but my nipples get hard when I say that.

And then I stare in horror at the edge of my screen. Brock Carroway is standing behind me! He’s just as shocked as I am. I squeal, leap off the settee, and run for the bathroom. I lock myself in and then I realize with absolute horror that my clothes are all out there. I don’t even have towels here. They’re all on the table because I just did laundry and folded them. Before I could put them away, my mail got here.

That was the package with the lingerie.

I was so excited to do a run-through of the scene that I just got right to it.

Damn it all to hell, I’m stuck in the bathroom and I can’t cover up!

There’s a very soft rap on the door. I feel like I want to cry. Brock is my father’s best friend. He owns this triplex and he lets me stay here for free. He owns a lot of property in the city. I’m not freaked out about that, though. I’m freaked out because I’ve been in love with this man for as long as I can remember!

I mean, you know, in a crush on your dad’s best friend way.

“Hannah,” he says softly. “I closed your laptop so whoever you were talking to doesn’t just keep hanging. Also, you left your phone out here. I put it on the floor right in front of the bathroom for you. I’m going to head back to my hotel room. You call me with a time it’s okay for me to come by tomorrow, okay?”

I can’t talk for a second or two. Finally, I call, “Wait!”

A few seconds later, I can tell he’s right by the door again. “Okay.”

“Can you hand me a towel. They’re on the table.”

A moment later he says, “Okay, crack the door.” I do and a moment later, I have a towel wrapped around me. I step out and say, “I wasn’t talking to anyone, Brock. It was a script. One of my movies.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me, Hannah,” he says gently. “You’re an adult.”

“No,” I say. “I’m not being…” I shrug. “I don’t know what it is. Defensive? Whatever it is, I’m not being that. It’s for my senior project. I’m doing a whole feature film about a girl whose brother is hit by a drunk driver and paralyzed. He gets away with it because he’s rich. Anyway, she’s ten when it happens. When she turns eighteen, she seduces him to destroy his life and…”

He smiles. “That sounds like a great movie to me.” I blush and he asks, “Did you come up with that?”

Now I’m bashful and I say, “Yes. I mean, I came up with the story. I’m the director and the producer and… yes.”

“It’s just amazing to me how incredible you are, Hannah,” he says with a smile. “Why don’t you get that outfit off and I’ll take you to dinner.”

I know this is kind of wacky but for some reason, the way he talks to me has me completely taken, if that makes sense. I mean, I’ve had a crush on him for as long as I’ve had any idea of what it means to like a boy. I mean, I guess I probably had a crush on Brock even before I knew what it meant to like a boy.

“Get the outfit off and go to dinner?” I ask.

“Anything you want,” he replies with a smile.

“What if I take the outfit off but we stay inside?” I ask.

I don’t think he quite understands what I mean until I reach down and slide the panties off. Then, he looks at me with wide eyes. I’m afraid he’s going to be honorable about things so I hurry to him and kiss him as passionately as I’m able. I would love to tell you that I’m filled with confidence and self-assurance. I’m afraid I can’t tell you that, though. T

he best I can do is tell you that I’m glad he’s the man he is because he directs things and before I know it, I’m on my back on the bed. His mouth is between my legs, and I’m trying to understand how in the world I can possibly feel so good.

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