Page 1 of Baby Daddy SEAL

Chapter one

BRIAN

“BrianGrant?”

I swallowed the shot I was contemplating before turning to face the young woman who had approached me. She was dressed for a good time in a short leather skirt that showed off miles of tanned, muscular thighs and a crop top that made me want to touch her bare midriff. She had my complete attention. I hadn't even planned on coming to the bar to hook up, but here we are.

“You’ve heard of me?” It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened. Navy SEALs tend to attract groupies, probably because there are so few of us and because we’re the best of the best.

And fuck it, I might have been in my late forties, but I wasn’t out to pasture. If this hot young thing was looking for some fun, I would be happy to give it to her.

She leaned closer to me, her fingertips brushing my arm, and I thought,I’m in.

And then she grinned and said, “Of course, we know each other. You don’t recognize me?”

Oh, fuck. I hadn’t slept with her before, had I? I wracked my brains—but no, I was sure I would remember.

She laughed. “It’s me,” she said. “Alison Barrett.” Henry’s daughter.”

“Alison Barrett? What are you doing in a bar? Are you twenty-one yet?”

Alison stood up straight and retorted, “I’m twenty-six.”

“You’re twenty-six?” My jaw dropped.

“It’s been a while.”

“You can say that again.” Alison Barrett was a kid. She wasn’thot. Except, suddenly, she was. I couldn’t keep my eyes from wandering to things I had never noticed about her before—the curve of her breasts, for one thing. And that ass—I’d always been an ass guy, but if Henry Barrett knew I was thinking about putting my hands up his daughter’s skirt, he would beat the hell out of me.

“Can I buy you a drink?” I asked, even though I absolutely knew I should not buy Alison Barrett a drink.

But what was the harm? She was of age. And it was just a drink. It would be good to catch up with the kid.

She sat down beside me. “I was hoping you would!”

“You were, huh?” She was definitely flirting with me.

“I haven’t talked to you in ages,” she groaned. “Not since Dad retired from the SEALs.”

I didn’t want to sit at the bar with the newly hot Alison and talk about her father. “Tell me what’s been going on with you.”

“Not much.” She moved close so that her knees were touching mine. “I finished my Masters of Finance, and moved back here in June. Got a job.” She hesitated. “I’m thrilled I ran into you.”

“Yeah?”

“Promise not to laugh, but I always had a thing for you when I was younger.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you think that’s silly.”

I didn’t. I’d known that actually—but what had been a harmless one-sided crush when Alison was a teenager suddenly seemed like it might have legs. There was nothing to stop me now except for the persistent sense that I probably shouldn’t put my hands on her.

Then again, what Henry didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt him. And I could keep this at an appropriate level—a little harmless flirting in a bar. I mean, shewasof age. And she was so hot that my pants were starting to feel uncomfortable.

You cannot fuck Henry Barrett’s daughter. If he ever found out you did, he would murder you.

But would he murder me for sitting here with her like this? For slotting my thigh between hers so we could be closer together?

“Tell me about your job,” I suggested.

I wasn’t fooling anybody, not even myself. Getting her talking about something mundane was just an excuse to lean in closer to her so I could hear her over the bar's noise. I was sure Alison could see right through it. But it didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest. She leaned closer to me, too—so close that I could feel the warmth of her body and the heat of her breath when she spoke, and yeah, I was going to need to stop drinking right now and probably take a nice long shower when I got home.Holy shit.

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