Page 10 of One Week With My Dad's Best Friend

“In my home. Under my conditions.”

“And I’m sleeping out tonight. I already agreed with my mother,” I lie, with a shrug of my shoulder, while brushing the growing deepening of his voice away. “I need to go.”

But before I have the chance to move, Anton pushes me against the wall. His hand covers my throat, his thumb strokes my jaw as he lowers his mouth to my ear. “While you’re staying with me. You obey my rules, Angel. Do you understand?”

Angel?

I bite my lip. His gaze moves from my eyes to my mouth.

Heat creeps up my neck, and I curse my shyness with men. Friends think I am outgoing and brave, but I put on a very good act. Even holding the mistletoe over Anton’s head at the wedding was alcohol fueled, and a stupid mistake.

I can’t do anything about my feelings, apart from keeping them hidden away forever, and hope one day a boy of my own age will make me feel the same way.

Anton leans down until his mouth is near my cheek.

He is going to kiss me.

My breath catches, and I wait.

I’m back under the mistletoe, waiting for him to want me.

He turned me down then...

My mobile rings and I jolt back to reality as Anton steps back.

I don’t know if I should run as fast as I can or melt into a puddle at his feet. Considering the wetness between my thighs, I suspect both.

“Dinner at six,” he says, turning away from me.

“See you later,” I reply.

I turn to the door, a smile on my face. Was he going to kiss me?

Chapter 4

Anton

I sit in my car as it idles on the opposite side of the road to where Scarlett is in a bar with her friends.

My jaw aches from clenching my teeth not only because she disobeyed me but also at each time she flings her head back and laughs at what her male friend says.

It’s not like I haven’t watched her from afar before, but then I was merely a stalker, but today, I’m her guardian and I’m fucking fuming with her. One day and she is already going against me.

Me.The man who has had her back whenever her father has said disgruntled, and sometimes unkind, things about her.

She doesn’t know how much I've protected her in the past.

But I’ll bide my time before I make my move. Because when that happens, she won’t have a clue what hit her.

But right now, my sole focus is getting her in the car and then home. Then...who knows?

I’ve gone crazy the entire day, since seeing her this morning, hearing her whimper as I held her against the wall. Then, like now, I want to lick every inch of her skin, want to take her mouth and claim it the same way I’m going to claim her body.

Because she is mine.

And I know she is fighting this attraction as much as I am.

But I'm not fighting it any longer.

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