Page 12 of One Week With My Dad's Best Friend

She pushes her chair back and stands before she disappears from the table and my view. One guy keeps looking in the direction she went.

Does she have a boyfriend?

Her father mentioned nothing about any men in her life. He told me she never has the time, and that she is a good girl that likes to study.

Which really means he never asks her.

Finally, Scarlett strolls back to the table where her friends are at, but she is looking out of the window. I glance down the street at where she looks and then back to her and I think she’s spotted me.

Fucking good job.

“Now come to me,” I mutter.

Because Scarlett has always been mine and now she is nineteen, I am going to finally have her. Because ever since her delectable curves hit a year ago, I’ve wanted her for my own. It was probably about the same time my marriage went downhill. Not that it was ever on a high. Cassandra and I were two people who had very different dreams, and once I realized how much I wanted Scarlett, I was happy to let go of her.

I smile as Scarlett’s hands ball into fists and thrust against her hips. She raises her eyes to me in a ‘you-can’t-be-serious way.’

I am.

I give her a smile in return.

I should leave her to have fun with her friends. And I really should not be lusting after my friend’s daughter, either. There’s a thirteen year age gap but to be honest, I’ve stopped giving a fuck. I want her.

My smile turns into a grin as she storms across the road. Even now, as I watch her stride towards me, her face is stormy, like she is about to kick off, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

“Fuck, what am I doing?” I murmur.

It’s just a momentary blip as I second guess what I’m about to do.

I take a breath as I watch her slender legs in those high-heeled shoes taking confident steps across the road.

Her body is wrapped in a tight, black, short dress, and if I’d have known she was wearing it, I would have locked her in her room the entire day.

I lower the window, trying to control my raging cock, which jumps at each step she makes, and say, “We were supposed to have dinner together.”

“And I told you I had plans.”

“Get in the car,” I hiss.

“No, I’m sleeping at Hetty’s tonight.” Her shoulders are back and her spine straight as she tilts her head to one side and pouts.

“Scarlett,” I warn. I love the taste of her name in my mouth. I know I am going to love tasting so much more of her. “Be a good girl and get in the fucking car, before I get out and spank your ass over the hood of the car.”

Her mouth opens wide and a little gasp sounds. “Anton,” she whispers. “I’m just having a night out with my friends.”

“Scarlett, I’m going to count to three.”

She stares...

“One.”

She purses her lips and crosses her arms over her chest, making her pert tits appear larger.

“Two.”

Her eyes raise defiantly as she tilts her head to one side.

“Three.” I push open the door to my car.

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