Page 15 of Thanksgiving With Dad's Best Friend

As I’m adjusting my hair, I hear my door open and Flynn enters with two mugs in his hands. He’s changed into a pair of pyjamas and for some reason, it turns me on. He looks hot in the way older men do when they’re looking after kids or helping out around the house. Earlier, I saw the sexy actor side of him that he presents to the public, where he always looks perfect. Now, this softer side to him, this domestic version of himself, is just as enticing. He’s the kind of man I want to father my kids.

Hell, I’m in deep with this one.

He hands me a mug and I accept it with a smile while wondering if my robe is too loose around my breasts. I see his eyes scanning over me and my cheeks turn hot. He sits on the edge of my bed while I lean against my dresser, letting him look me over.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks me. I shake my head.

“No…I had things on my mind.”

He smiles sexily, his eyes glimmering as though he knows every dirty thought I’ve had this evening. “I get it. And it must be strange sleeping in a stranger’s house.”

“You don’t feel like a stranger to me,” I whisper. He looks pleased at the comment.

“I’m glad to hear that. I feel the same. And I’ve heard a lot about you, of course…from your father. He was talking about you earlier. He thought you might disapprove of him hitting the town.”

I shrug. “It’s not my place to judge. He’s a grown man, he can do what he wants.”

Flynn raises his eyebrows. “And you’re a grown woman…I guess you can do what you want to.”

If only I think to myself. If I had my way, we wouldn’t be sitting around drinking hot cocoa. I shift in my position and Flynn watches my every move. I like him looking at me, but it’s making me shaky. I can barely hold my mug in my hand. I place it on the dresser and Flynn clears his throat.

“Well…if neither of us are heading to bed…maybe we could run those lines we talked about.”

I feel a rush of excitement. I had forgotten about the script we were going to read together, but now that he’s mentioned it, there’s nothing I want to do more. I nod enthusiastically and he leaves the room for a moment to fetch two copies of the script, leaving his own drink on my bedside table. Something tells me we won’t be drinking them.

When he returns, he hands the script to me right away. He seems keen to get started. He flips open to a page and directs me to it, scanning it over with a smile on his face.

“Alright, I think this scene is going to be perfect for building up your confidence. Do you think you can handle it? It gets quite steamy.”

I scan over the page. I can already see that it’s going to challenge me in ways I’ve never been challenged before…it’s going to force me into close proximity with a man twice my age. A man who I’ve been lusting after since I laid eyes on him this morning. I know this scene is only going to rile me up further and leave me wanting for more. But I want to do it. With an opportunity to touch him, how can I possibly refuse?

“I’m ready,” I say firmly, though my voice comes out quietly. Still, Flynn doesn’t seem to need more of an affirmation from me. He turns his gaze to the page, sneaking looks at me as he speaks.

“Interior…hotel bedroom…night. Frank and Amber are alone in their hotel room. They’ve both been drinking. Tensions are high.” Flynn strides toward me and grabs my arms, shocking my system. His touch feels like hot iron on my skin and I gasp. He looks deep in my eyes, only needing to glance at the script.

“You can’t keep doing this to me, Amber. I don’t deserve it,” he growls, perfectly in character. “You keep reeling me in and then throwing me back out into cold water. Why? Why are you doing this to me?”

I’m shaking as I read my line out, sitting down on the bed as instructed. I tug from his grasp and cross my legs. My character is confident and cool, so I have to be too.

“Frank…don’t you understand how a love affair works? It’s supposed to be full of heartbreak,” I say silkily. “Besides…you’re the one who is married, not me. Perhaps it’s time for you to run back to the woman waiting up for you to come home…instead of chasing the girl who just wants to get some damn sleep.”

Flynn looks like a man possessed as he advances on me, pushing me back on the bed and crawling on top of me. I want him to press against my body so that I can feel his manhood against my core. I want him to kiss me, even though the script doesn’t tell him to. But part of me also wants to play out the scenario in the script. It’s ramping up the tension to new heights, and making me wetter than I thought possible.

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