Page 1 of My Best Friend's Dad

CHAPTER 1

Jenna Michaels

I shouldn’t be thinking about my best friend’s dad.

Like notever, but here I was, doing that same exact fucking thing like I hadn’t done it a thousand times before.

Like an absolute fucking idiot…

It started innocently enough, but doesn’t it always… A few lingering glances across the dinner table, the brush of his hand against mine when we passed a dish at Thanksgiving dinner, the sound of my name rolling off his tongue and that delicious fucking accent that made it sound like he was caressing my cheek with every word that fell off his lips…

Each interaction between us, no matter how small, seemed to stitch him further into the fabric of my daydreams until he became the one that I thought about before I went to bed at night.

Likeeverynight.

But it was more than all of that.

It was the way he listened when I spoke, and how his eyes lit up with genuine interest that was so far from fake that it made my breath catch every time his soulful green eyes caught mine. It was like he saw me for who I truly was.

Yet… every time I caught myself thinking of him, guilt surged through me.

Like right fucking now when I was out by the pool with my best friend, and I was thinking about her dad instead of whatever nonsense was spewing out of her mouth about the debate team and how much she would bet money on the fact that she could sleep with any one of them if she had just the right argument.

I should be better than this. Isabella was like a sister to me. I needed to remember that.

Come on, bitch. You can do this. Fucking focus. Listen to your friend and ignore the fact that Vincenzo is walking around the house right now without a t-shirt and he is looking fucking fine as all hell.

Spoiler alert.

I failed.

The second I looked back over at Isabella, my brain started to conjure images of her dad. His thick black hair, and how his jaw always had the perfect amount of stubble covering it. His strong, callused hands, and the way he smiled at me whenever we locked eyes across the dinner table.

Shit. It was fucking everything.

“Are you even listening to me?”

I blinked back to reality and found myself looking back at my best friend who was staring at me.

Absolutelybusted.

I tried to play it off as best as I could, but I hoped she couldn’t tell. I smiled in her direction and cocked my head, pretending like I had been listening to her the whole time.

The last thing I needed was for her to know what was going on in my head.

She would hate me forever.

Isabella was a lot of things, but forgiving wasn’t one of them. She also had a jealous streak that I’ve never quite understood, but it was there, and it could get really ugly. She knew it as well as I did, but she was protective as fuck over her boyfriends and for some strange reason, her father too.

She said it was because he was overprotective of her, but I was pretty sure she just had serious daddy issues or something that went deeper than that, like the fact that she’d lost her mother when she was little.

She couldn’teverfind out.

My eyes slid over to his tall form anyway.

Isabella was a total Daddy’s girl, and it would be cute if it wasn’t such a fucking turn-on for me because there was nothing more in the world that I wanted than to be Vincenzo’s girl.

But that was fucking crazy.

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