Page 2 of Daddy's Dirty Little Secret

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AMELIA

The music crept upward in volume the later the night went, and I was only mildly annoyed by Godwin’s sniffles and coughing, which kept him sidelined on a stool rather than the middle of the dance floor where I wanted to be.

“Gosh, I hate that you feel sick,” I told him, unable to keep my hips from swaying and my tits from bouncing. The beat was infectious. Whoever Xander hired to do the music seemed to understand the minute the older crowd started heading home for the night meant it was time to crank up the volume and spice up the dance tunes.

“I’m sorry, babe. You go dance.” He fanned his hand at me, but I wasn’t leaving him to sit here alone. Godwin was my best friend and not well received by most of our coworkers. His body was under the weather but that didn’t mean I had to desert him.

“Are you crazy? You’re the best dancer here. I’m not leaving you to sit here alone.” I laced my fingers through his and kept moving my hips as he smiled at me weakly. Our friendship had no boundaries. When he ate, I ate. When he drank, I drank. When he got sick, I got sick too. We shared everything. Andthough the night was winding down and he’d be going home soon, I kind of wanted the distraction.

“If you don’t let me go, I’m going to throw up on you.” Godwin’s playful warning was enough to make me shy away.

“The alcohol?” I asked, wincing as I lowered my body onto a chair.

“I think I’m really coming down with something.” He sighed and rubbed his temples. “I think I’m gonna head home. I have to make a clinic appointment or something.” He stood and I frowned at him, pushing my bottom lip out in an exaggerated manner. “Don’t give me that. You’ve been makin’ eyes at the boss man all night anyway. Bet you can’t wait to get a ride home.”

Godwin smirked at me as he grabbed his jacket and slung it around his shoulders. He’d been privy to more than one of my naughty-girl venting sessions where I’d divulged my secret crush on our boss. Except, he wasn’t supposed to mention it out loud, nor was he supposed to tease me about it.

“Just stop,” I said as I pinched his arm. “You’re not allowed to pick on me about that.” My body thrummed with extra energy, and I wondered why they said alcohol was a downer. I was most certainly not down at all. I was loose and uninhibited, and really quite horny too. “It’s not my fault liquor gets me all worked up.”

“No, but you could’ve gone home with your pops, and you made a show of wanting a ride home right in front of him. Would you just seal the deal already?” he gushed and slid his arms into his jacket before picking up his coat. “And give me all the marvelously juicy details.”

I just imagined Godwin picturing some really raunchy things, and it made me laugh so hard I snorted. “That’s not going to happen—ever,” I protested, but if Xander Blackwell even so much as looked in my direction, my panties would be in his pocket. There was never mistaking that.

“Good luck with that, honey,” Godwin said, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I’ll see you Monday. And you call me when you get home to let me know you’re safe.”

I caught Xander watching me say goodbye, but I couldn’t help the way I looked at him. He studied me, and I swore there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes, but he had nothing to be jealous of. Godwin was as gay as a rainbow and had it bad for someone in accounting. And maybe I was seeing things, imagining Xander had the same lusty crush on me I had on him.

“I’ll call,” I said, but I was distracted, my attention torn away by the smoldering way Xander looked at me.

When Godwin sauntered off, I looked around the room. The place was starting to empty out; there were only about ten people left, all beginning to clean up. The music was still loud, but it was obvious the party was over now. A tinge of disappointment threatened to soil my mood until I remembered Xander was giving me a ride home, and I always loved time alone with him, though it didn’t happen that often.

My eyes traced back to the spot he’d been standing moments ago, but he was gone, moving around the room now, speaking to people, probably saying his goodbyes. Not quite ready for the night to be over, I grabbed my sweater and slurped the rest of my drink before heading in the general direction I’d seen Xander vanish.

Balloons on the floor kicked up as I walked; the streamers in the doorway brushed my tousled hair and I swatted at them. The oversized conference room had been transformed into a party hall for the evening, but I saw the cleaning crew pushing their wheeled garbage cans up the hall to transform it back to the normal work environment.

I tracked up the hallway toward Xander’s office, passing mine along the way. My coat was still draped over my chair, my office light still on. I had shown Dad my new digscompliments of Mr. Blackwell, who had taken the past several months to entirely redesign the office space up front to be more aesthetically pleasing to clients coming in. After one too many meetings being crammed into the old, much smaller conference room he had tripled the size of it too.

His light was on in his office, calling for me to come closer. My head spun a little from the alcohol, but not too badly. I wasn’t the speech-slurring, blackout drunk sort of buzzed. I just wanted to rip my clothes off and turn the music up to have more fun. But that wasn’t necessarily okay either, especially since I was going to be in close quarters with Xander, alone—and I’d been admiring his good looks and commanding personality for forever.

“Hey,” he said as I swayed into his office. I hated that my body wasn’t under my full control to some extent, so I sat down in the chair by his door to look a bit less obviously drunk. I also loved that the pulse of arousal warmed my body to a feverish degree, making me fan myself when he smiled at me. “You feeling okay?”

“Just had a bit to drink,” I said, snickering. I hiccupped and covered my mouth, hoping he didn’t hear it. It felt like my body temperature rose another thirty degrees instantly; my cheeks were probably bright red. I thought of how many times I’d checked him out tonight, how the rush of arousal when he agreed to bring me home had soaked my panties. I thought of every time I saw him looking at me and wondered what he was thinking, and my eyes rose up to meet his.

“I’d say…It’s a good thing you have a sober driver,” he commented, then continued. “You look nice this evening. It’s not often I see the crew dressed to the nines.” His eyes raked over me, lingering on my chest for a moment. I was not mistaken at all—he was noticing me.

“You always look good,” I said awkwardly, followed by: “Like James Bond in that black tux.” I couldn’t believe how silly I sounded, but the compliment seemed to work. In my head it seemed so much sexier, but when I said it, the words sounded juvenile. Xander smirked at me and picked up his phone, sliding it into his suit pocket before picking up his outer jacket.

“You ready for that ride?” he asked, moving toward me, but my mind was in a very dirty place by that point.

“I’d ride you home.” I stood slowly, using the wall for support as he passed by. He didn’t see me wobble a little, and I tugged the hem of the fitted dress lower, which only made the collar dip lower, exposing more cleavage, which wasn’t the point. It did, however, catch his attention when he turned to wait for me to leave his office.

“Amelia,” he commented, pausing a second. I thought he was going to question my flirting, but he held out his hand waiting. I took a few stutter steps toward my office, and he shut and locked his office door, then followed me toward mine. I purposefully swayed my hips a little extra, though I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me. Maybe it was Godwin’s comment about Xander or maybe it was the alcohol.

Everyone in this office knew Xander was a bit of a playboy. He’d never made a move on anyone who worked for him, but he was known to have a different woman around every few months. I thought about flirting with him on more than one occasion, but my better judgment always silenced that inner urge. He was my boss and my dad’s good friend, and he was so far out of my league they’d need a space shuttle to get me close enough to orbit him.

“Forget something?” he asked as I stepped into my office to grab my coat, phone tucked into the pocket.

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