Page 20 of Falling for My Best Friend's Dad
I pull her to me and give her a tight hug.
She wraps her arms around my waist and sobs in my arms.
I stroke her back.
“You should quit that job, Kayla,” I say.
“I know.” She nods. “I’m going to.”
“Work for me. You can find another day job later, if you want, okay?”
She nods and looks up at me gratefully, smiling while wiping the tears with the back of her hand. “I’m so sorry, Richard. You’re so good to me, but I… It’s just that I want to…”
“I know, I know,” I stop her. “You want to be successful. But there are many ways to be successful, Kayla.”
“But I worked so hard for a college degree. It just hurts to know that it doesn’t matter,” she says, avoiding my eyes.
“Says whom?” I cup her face and make her look at me. “It matters. In fact, it’s the number one criterion of the job qualification for the manager position here.”
Her eyes widen for a moment, and then she smiles. “Am I qualified?”
“Of course you are. You meet all the requirements. Besides education, you have the experience, the right attitude, and good customer service skills. Above all, you love this restaurant, don’t you?”
“I do,” she says. “Thank you, Richard.”
She stands up, wrapping her arms around my neck, and moves closer to my face. Her eyes shimmer, and her breathing shallow. Oh God. I should pull away, I remind myself of the resolution I made last night, but I don’t. I miss those velvety lips, and there’s no way I will push that enticing body away from me. My heart is hammering a hole in my chest. I lean forward to meet her lips.
After that, my brain turns into mush. Kayla’s mouth is a sensual paradise that I can’t stop exploring, and her soft curves mold into my hard muscles. My hand rests on the small of her back, steadying her as she wriggles against me. My cock twitches, as it does so often lately in her presence, and the movement causes Kayla to let out an adorable moan. My hips gyrate against hers, my hardness desperately grinding into her. Jesus.
Letting my animal desire reign my senses, my hands make their way into her shirt, to cup her swelling flesh. I slip a finger under her bra and brush it against her pearled tip, eliciting yet another cute moan. Her eyes fly open, and they’re filled with desire and conflict.
“Come on, baby,” I rasp. “Let me taste them again.”
Breathlessly, I reach to unhook her bra and to unhide her gorgeous perk mounds, but she grabs my arms. “Stop, please,” she says.
My hands freeze. “What’s wrong?”
“I… I’m sorry. I can’t do this, not now.” She looks away, but I see the distress in her eyes.
Shit. I recall what prompted our conversation tonight: her disappointment over getting a promotion not because of her competence but because of her sexual appeal. I’m trying to help her establish her belief in herself, and yet I’m feeling her up. Holy shit. How could I be so insensitive? I’m not different from her day job boss, am I?
I grimace at the thought and pull my hands out of her shirt. “I’m sorry!” I whisper. “I’m no different from the jerk, am I?”
She shakes her head vehemently. “It’s not what I mean. But I, I guess I need some time to recover from the humiliation.”
“I know. I shouldn’t be doing this, anyway. You’ll be my manager, and we’ll keep it professional between us,” I say to her.
She nods. “Thanks, Richard. I appreciate what you’re doing for me.”
She stands on her toes and kisses gently on my lips before turning toward the storeroom to retrieve her purse.
I drive home soon after Kayla left. I hit my heavy bag for half an hour before jumping into the shower. The workout didn’t release my lustful energy, and my erection springs to full mast the moment hot water hits my skin. Kayla never leaves my mind, not even a second. I thought about her when I drove home and when I worked out. Now, she feels even closer. I can smell the gardenia scent on her hair and hear her moans again. I close my eyes, grip my cock and jerk myself off, while recalling Kayla’s shimmering hazel eyes and the taste of her soft lips. I came hard, sending a rope of come onto the shower wall.
My legs tremble and I have to grab the faucet handle to steady myself. Fuck. It’s been so long I almost forget how good it feels. In the past five years, my mind seldom turned to sex. I didn’t have the urge at all for many years. But lately, Kayla awoke my desire. I’ve got to do something about it. I can’t take her. I’m her boss. I want our relationship to remain professional, with no personal entanglement. It’ll drive me crazy seeing her every day without the liberty to touch her, but if it makes her more comfortable, then I have no complaints. Besides, she won’t stay with me for long, the managing position is meant to give her a better experience for her resume. Eventually, perhaps soon, she’ll find another place to pursue her dream. I need to get hold of myself.
Chapter 11
Kayla
