Page 4 of My Best Friend's Dad

“I don’t kiss and tell, Jen,” she replied, and I groaned out loud.

“Come on, you have to give me more than that,” I pressed.

“Let’s just say it’s the same guy that was over here the other night,” she replied, and I rolled my eyes. That wasn’t really saying anything. Vincenzo had allowed her to have a group ofkids from our senior graduating class come over and celebrate, so there had been at least a dozen boys from which she could be talking about.

I narrowed my eyes in her direction and leveled her with a discerning glare.

“Please don’t tell me you’re screwing around with one of the debate boys,” I asked, remembering the direction of her conversation from earlier.

“Hey, at least they’re pretty smart, you know?” she said with a wink, and I groaned out loud.

“So, who is it? Is it someone I know? You know you can tell me,” I prodded.

“Yes,” she smirked, and I laughed out loud, the sound echoing throughout the room.

“Seriously? Do I need to start guessing names or are you going to give me a hint or something?” I whined.

“You’ve seen him around the house before. Many times,” she teased and the excitement painting her face drove my curiosity into the stratosphere.

“Really?”

“Yep,” she grinned.

“Can I have any more clues?” I pushed.

“Sure,” she said and started listing them on her fingers one by one, “he’s tall, has a killer smile, and a great ass.”

“That doesn’t really narrow it down all that much,” I laughed, her glee certainly lightening my mood.

“True, but it does give you a few more details to go on,” she said, and I sighed.

“I feel like this goes against the best friend code,” I grumbled.

“He’s got a big dick too,” she goaded me, and I sighed as dramatically as I could. If there had been a bed close by, I would have pretended to faint and really gone all out.

“I give. Who is it?” I pushed a bit more.

“Okay, okay. It’s Damon, but you can’t tell anyone,” she whispered excitedly.

Oh… It all made sense now.

Damon was her bodyguard, or at least one of them. She’d mentioned him in passing before, but I didn’t know anything about him other than he was around thirty-five and more obsessively protective than any of her other guards, which was a good thing, I guess.

“How the hell did you manage that? Doesn’t he work for your dad?” I asked, my disbelief far too apparent in my tone and I tried to pull it back. Thankfully, she didn’t notice.

“Yes,” she sighed dreamily, and I raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, you have to tell me now. How did this start and how’s it going? Tell me everything!”

“Not everything,” she replied with a wink and my heart dropped.

“Don’t tell me…”

“Things escalated, is all I’ll say,” she laughed and started toward her bedroom.

“Isabella!” I exclaimed.

“You can’t make me talk,” she called over her shoulder, and I stared at her retreating form until she disappeared around the corner. With a sigh, I turned back to the counter and peered out at the pool.

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