Page 11 of Thanksgiving With Dad's Best Friend

So where am I meant to go from here?

“So, Lexi…I’ve just been thinking what else we can do for your confidence, and I’ve had an idea,” Flynn says broodingly. “I’ve got to run some lines over the course of this week…it’s for a movie I’m going to be in. It’s got some pretty sensual scenes. I think if you put yourself out of your comfort zone and read some lines with me…it would do wonders for your confidence. What do you reckon? You want to run some lines with me?”

Warmth pools between my legs. God, I’ve never wanted anything more. I can picture it now…me and him in a quiet room, reading out the lines we wish we could use on each other. I imagine our bodies touching, our longing conveyed, using our true feelings to bring the scene to life. I imagine getting to kiss him.

“I’m in,” I say a little breathlessly. There’s one thing I’m already certain of after today…

Flynn West is going to be the undoing of me.

CHAPTER 4

Flynn

We’re having our first dinner as a trio tonight and I’m already dreading it as I cook. I’m going to have to spend this whole meal trying not to look at Lexi, and that’s not an easy feat. My eyes are constantly drawn to her sexy little body, to her lips, to her blonde curls…even just thinking of her has me hard as hell. I need to get control of myself, but this primal urge that’s taken me over has left me powerless. It’s taking everything I have in me not to pounce on her and make her mine, but under her father’s scrutiny, I’ll have to be extra careful.

As I dish up and take the meals out to the table, Lexi’s eyes flicker up to scan my body. I grin to myself. I’ve started to notice the way she looks at me, like she admires me or something. I like it. It makes me feel like we’re on the same page. After all, I’m in awe of her. Of her talents, of her ambition, of her looks…she’s the full package. Of course I admire her in return. And if we both keep this up, it definitely won’t be long before we find ourselves in each other’s beds.

I place the plates of pasta in front of my guests and pour out some water for them both. Eddie tucks right in and it only strengthens my annoyance toward him. I wish he wasn’t here, but of course, he’s the reason I got to meet Lexi. I have no right to get mad at him, and yet I wish he’d just leave so that I could get down and dirty with his sexy daughter.

“This is good,” Eddie says through a mouthful of pasta. I take my seat at the head of my dining table and nod in Lexi’s direction with a secretive smile.

“What do you think, hmm? You’re the chef among us…”

Lexi blushes and eats a mouthful of the pasta. As a smile spreads over her face, I feel a sense of relief that I wasn’t expecting. I didn’t think I’d care about what she thought of my cooking, but clearly, the little minx has a bigger hold on me than I thought.

“It’s good,” she says gently, “Thank you for this, Flynn…thanks for everything. Hey Dad, Flynn has offered to set me up with his singing coach. He thinks I have…potential.”

Oh yes, I think she has potential. I think she has the potential to be everything I’ve ever craved. She’s changed her top for dinner, revealing her cleavage in a tight-fitting V-neck t-shirt. I find my eyes wandering to her breasts, and my mind starts racing. Fuck, the things I’d do to those fantastic breasts of hers.

“Flynn?” Eddie says sharply. “Earth to Flynn?”

I snap out of my daze. “Hmm?”

“I asked if I’ve met this coach you were talking about?”

I clear my throat. “Ah, yes. She’s been to a lot of my parties. You definitely will have met her before.”

Eddie nods, glancing at me with suspicion, but I don’t think he saw where I was staring. I try to hide my smile. I’m playing a dangerous game, but for a girl like her…fuck I think it might be worth it.

Eddie lets out a long sigh. “It feels strange to sit around a dinner table without Lexi’s mother…to be honest, since I found out about her affair, I’ve been living on takeout. I can’t face cooking much anymore.”

I suppress a sigh. As much as I care for Eddie, I’m really not in the mood to hear him wallowing. I guess it’s hard for me to sympathize in some ways. I’ve never been through a divorce, and I’ve never experienced heartbreak. I guess that’s one of the advantages of never being in love. But looking at Lexi now and thinking about how I’ll feel when she leaves…maybe I can understand his point of view. I reach over to slap a hand on his shoulder in friendly comfort.

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