Page 27 of Thanksgiving With Dad's Best Friend

“I want to make sure I’m fresh and awake for the big day tomorrow.” he insists as he heads for the stairs stiffly. “I guess I’m not as fit as I used to be…you two don’t mind if I head up, do you?”

I shake my head mightily, hardly able to contain my excitement. If he goes to sleep, then I can initiate a romantic evening with Flynn. We can watch a Thanksgiving movie, eat some dinner together and snuggle up on the sofa without being disturbed…it’s perfect.

“You go on up. We’ll see you in the morning,” Flynn says calmly. He’s getting better at lying about what we’re up to, and I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not. I guess we’re going to have to be sneaky if we keep this up, but I can’t tell how invested Flynn is in all of this.

As my father heads upstairs, I watch Flynn retreat to the kitchen and question whether this is something that’s just a fun pastime for him to add excitement to his life. As a small time celebrity, I guess having an affair with a younger woman might be exciting, but he could have anyone in the world, and he’s choosing me…it’s something I haven’t quite come to terms with, I guess.

I follow Flynn into the kitchen and he turns to me with a sexy grin.

“Looks like we’re on our own,” he growls. I giggle, rushing over to him and allowing him to pull me into his chest.

“Guess we tired him out,” I say. “We should make the most of this time together…will you let me cook you something?”

“I don’t think I can say no to an offer that tempting,” Flynn says, capturing my lips in his. I lose my train of thought as he grabs my ass and pulls me in closer to him. It’s strange to think I’ve lived my whole life without these benefits, and stranger still to think that this is happening with him. He releases my lips and kisses my neck, making me giggle as it tickles me. I push him away from me.

“Alright, alright, let me do this…”

He watches me the entire time as I prepare us a feast. I notice he doesn’t have much aside from the Thanksgiving food and so I opt for a simple pasta dish with plenty of vegetables, and fresh bruschetta to serve. It doesn’t take long to cook it and when I serve it up with a little garnish, I see Flynn’s eyes widen in pride.

“I’ve never cooked anything that looks this good…and I’ve been alive for twice as long as you.”

I laugh as I sit down with him at the small kitchen table. It feels much more intimate here than in the dining room, and I like it. With us huddled close to each other, it’s so much more obvious to me that it’s just us two tonight.

“Well, good cooking runs in my family. What about you? What are your family traditionally good at?”

Flynn considers the question. “Hmm…well to be honest, I don’t think anyone in the family ever expected me to be an actor, so it’s not that…my family valued intelligence and a good work ethic over everything else. They didn’t see how doing something creative could be hard-work, but I proved them wrong. My highest point in my career was while my parents were still alive…I thought I could impress them by making it to the silver screen and raking in a lot of money…and I guess in a way, I was right.”

I frown to myself as I eat my pasta. “That’s not very supportive. I mean, even if you hadn’t made it to the top, you still would’ve had achievements…why does everything have to be related to money? It doesn’t equate to success.”

Flynn smiles at me. “You’re not wrong. But that was what they were like. I guess you can’t change people.”

He’s right. I can’t change my father’s mind about the age gap between me and Flynn if he ever finds out. Hell, he told me he didn’t want me to date anyone until I’ve finished my education.

“Well, I personally admire anyone who goes after their dreams. So what if it doesn’t work out? At least you can say you gave it a go.”

Flynn cocks his head to the side. “You’re smart, Lexi. I like that about you. Usually when I meet women…they have this strange urge to dumb themselves down. Like, whenever I meet a fan, they turn into this jittery mess, tossing their hair, pouting their lips…I can see that they’re trying to be the best version of themselves, but they actually bring out all the traits in themselves that it’s hard to admire. But you…you’re sophisticated…sweet…shy…sexy…”

I swat Flynn playfully as my cheeks heat up. He laughs, jerking away from my feeble attack and shaking his head at me.

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