Page 2 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
He takes me to the room next to the living room, where two empty bookcases are against the wall, and points to the cardboard boxes. “These are all books. I need you to clean up the bookcases for me and put the books on the shelves. I have matching labels on the boxes and the shelves.”
“Got it,” I say. “I’ll get started now.”
“Wait,” he stops me. “Not yet. I need the kitchen ready first because I would like to start cooking soon.”
Wow. This hunk of a man knows how to cook, too? I follow him out of the study and into the kitchen. It isn’t large, but it has lots of storage space.
“The pantry is all empty at the moment, but I’m planning to do some grocery shopping tonight,” he says and then opens a closet and shows me the supplies. “I’ve got towels, gloves and sprays, broom and vacuum cleaner. Feel free to use them.”
“Okay,” I say and grab a pair of gloves and a towel. “I’ll clean the pantry first.”
“Good,” he says with a nod. “I’m going to grab a shower and will be back soon.”
It might be a meaningless gesture, but his eyes glide down to my thighs and my legs before he smiles and leaves the kitchen. Shit. My whole body shivers because of that, and I can’t help but wonder whether he likes what he sees. I subconsciously look down at my clothes. I chose to wear an old t-shirt mainly because it might be soiled at the end of the day. I overlooked the fact it was a bit tight and flimsy as well. Great. Now Tony must’ve gotten a good idea of my curvy shape and a wrong idea of my personality. I’m a descent girl and I haven’t dated anyone since high school. I’m not a virgin, but I’ve only slept with one guy—my high school boyfriend who made me hate men for two long years because he was so selfish and unskillful in bed.
Chapter 2
Tony
I grip my hardened manhood in the shower and stroke it quickly. Fuck. What the hell is happening to me? I haven’t felt this way toward any woman for years. I’m a respectful, mature man. Yet here I am, getting turned on by a young woman barely legal and my old friend’s daughter. I’m out of my mind.
I’ve seen Anna only a few times before, and the last time I saw her, she was only ten. She was adorable with her pigtails and big blue eyes. The young woman that I saw earlier was no less pretty, but she was a lot more. Her thin, tight t-shirt left little of her body to my imagination. I saw the shape of her fully developed tits. Her shorts covered her round ass, but her thighs and legs were long and tempting.
Damn. It must be the exercise. I haven’t jogged outdoors for a while, and the fresh air of the small valley town invigorated me more.
I towel off, put on a clean shirt and a pair of dress pants before going to the kitchen to have lunch. Anna is cleaning the pantry when I enter the kitchen, and she does a double-take after glancing at me, obviously liking what she sees.
“Would you like a tuna sandwich?” I ask her as I open the fridge.
“No, I’m fine. I ate before I came here.”
While I make the sandwich for myself, I feel her eyes on me, and I turn to look at her. “Are you doing okay? Do you need anything?”
“I’m fine,” she responds with a blush. “I don’t need anything. I’m just wondering, are you moving back for good? Dad said you were just visiting.”
“Oh,” I say with a shrug. I have moved back all my stuff, but I’m not sure how long I’ll stay. “Your dad invited me for the summer, but there’s a chance I’ll stay longer.”
She smiles as if pleased by my answer. “Are you err…going to live here alone, or is your girlfriend going to join you?”
I whip around to face her, hoping to read her expression, but she doesn’t meet my eyes. She’s diligently wiping down the pantry shelves as if it requires intense concentration.
I stifle a laugh. Tricky little girl. She’s definitely interested in me. I’m much flattered, but I want to tease her. “I’m going to live here alone,” I say, not giving out any personal information.
“Nice,” she says, glancing at me now. “Plenty of room for one person.”
She goes back to cleaning, and the silence feels awkward. After taking a bite of my lunch, I strike a conversation. “So, Anna, what’s your major at Sunnyvale College?”
She looks up. “Mm, I haven’t declared any yet. I’m not sure.”
“What do you mean? What do you want to study?”
“I like almost everything, and I’ve done well in all my classes so far. That’s the problem.”
“Oh!” I smile. “I was like you when I went to college. I had a hard time deciding my major in my first year.”
“So, what made you decide to major in history?”
“I was planning to go to law school one day, and I had many options for an undergrad degree. I took many classes in different subject areas and decided history was the most interesting.”
