Page 2 of Dad Bod's Naughty List

The girl, a flower in every sense of the word, is dressed in a short sundress with long, dark hair falling down her shoulders. Big, brown eyes watch me, blinking owlishly at me and entrancing me with their beauty.

It’s her.

As odd as it sounds, her gaze feels familiar. But it ends there. There is nothing else familiar about this girl. Does she work here? A guest of the family, perhaps? She doesn't introduce herself and my tongue is too heavy to do the same so… we both stay frozen, eyes locked on each other.

My cock thickens behind my fly the longer her eyes stay on mine, and I want more. I want to hear her voice. I bet its soft and sultry and that body, Lord above, I bet it would feel soft against my rough calloused fingers.

I want to touch her.

Goddamn it. I want to do more than touch her but Christ, she looks so fucking young. What is she? Eighteen, Nineteen? That’s two fucking decades younger than me. Freaking jailbait! I don’t do much dating but even I have lines I would never cross, so I force myself to stay still.

“Battista!”

The loud booming voice of my friend rocks through the room and it’s a welcome distraction. I turn around to watch Constanzo walk into the room, a wide grin on his wrinkled face.

“Constanzo,” I manage, placing the whiskey on the coffee table and getting up to greet the man. We shake hands and I notice his eyes cross to the girl standing on the other side of the room.

“Ah, I see you’ve met my daughter already,” he says, completely missing the look of surprise that crosses my face.

“Daughter?” I didn’t realize he had a daughter—he usually only mentions his sons.

I have so many questions, but I push them down, figuring it's not my place to ask them. Constanzo and I are close friends, but our talks revolve around business. He rarely talks about his family and I don't blame the man. He has an older son, Fabian, who he doesn’t get along with and a stepson, Nico, who is the book's definition of a problem child.

And now, a daughter I knew nothing about.

Christ, I bet the man would take out his gun and shoot me right in the living room if he knew I was sporting a hard-on for his daughter. And I wouldn't even blame him.

“Sit, please,” Constanzo directs me, and I nod, settling back on the leather chair. He takes one across from mine, but the girl makes no move to join us. Instead, she stands in the entryway, her shoulder leaning against the door flame. Constanzo doesn’t bat an eye at his daughter’s strange behavior. Instead, he turns to me with a wide grin. “You must be surprised why I called you here.”

Indeed I am. We both know I am a very busy man but it’s no use pointing that out. “I figured you wanted to discuss business.”

“Yes and no.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s more personal than that.” Costanzo clears his voice and turns his eyes to the girl standing a few feet from us and I follow my gaze to her as well. I notice a slight flush on the girl's cheeks but other than that, there is no other indication about how she feels about having all this attention on her. "My daughter, her name is Arianna. You see, she just turned nineteen a week ago." Jesus Christ! What the fuck does that make me. A creep. That I harbor dirty, lustrous thoughts over a fucking nineteen-year-old! "We have managed to keep her hidden from the public, but it’s only a matter of time before everyone finds out she is a Lorenzo.”

“You want protection.”

It wouldn't be the first time. Constanzo may have manpower, but they are not exactly trained like my men are. Crude power isn't always the best in handling the protection for a family that is practically royalty in this town.

“Not just any protection. I want the best for the youngest Lorenzo.”

“I see.” I rake my mind over the people who work for me, mentally picking the best of my men. "I can work on getting someone to be her bodyguard. Are we talking a twenty-four round protection or–"

“No!”

“Right, so you want someone to be with her in public?”

“No,” Constanzo says, his voice firm as he shifts his brown eyes to me. “It has to be you.”

His words bring me pause and I question if I heard the man right. Protecting a girl who has proven to be a major distraction is a terrible idea and besides, “I don’t take jobs anymore,” I tell the man. “I can send a few of the top men in my company to protect your daughter, you’ve worked with some of them.”

“I want the best for my daughter.”

“Then I will get you the best.”

“No, you don’t understand me,” Costanzo says, dropping his hands to his knees and leaning forward. “Arianna is nothing like my asshole sons. I want the best protection for her. You are the best, are you not?”

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