Page 12 of His Perfect Gift

Instead, I drew the comforter over her and decided to gather up some clothing, water, aspirin, and other things she might need when she woke up. When I came back to the room, her eyes cracked open, and she sighed with a small smile. “You’re my hero, Uncle Aaron.”

I clenched my jaw. “I brought you a change of clothes, a bottle of water, and aspirin. Try to get some sleep.”

She pushed up to a sitting position, causing her tits to jiggle under the thin fabric of her dress. I looked away, pointing to the T-shirt and sweats at the foot of the bed. “You might want to change.”

“Thank you.”

“Goodnight, Amber.” I started to walk away.

“I’m sorry about tonight,” she whispered and looked remorseful, which caused my chest to constrict.

“Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong.”

“I just wanted to have fun, you know? I’ve been so busy with school, and I haven’t had much of a social life.”

“Is that why you joined an online dating service?”

She tilted her head with eyes narrowed in question. “How did you know?”

Fuck. Why the hell did I say that? I shrugged. “I think Johana mentioned it to me tonight.”

“Oh.”

“Just be careful in the future.”

“I will.”

I scanned her face, and my eyes drifted down to her cleavage again before I forced myself to look away. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Closing the door behind me, I stalked to my bedroom, fighting off guilt, disgust, and a hard cock.

Nothing happened.

Nothing will happen.

I am doing a good deed.

Keep telling yourself that, asshole.

Closing my bedroom door behind me, I tugged off my tie as if it had offended me. I’d never had a woman in this house since my wife. This wasn’t any woman. It was Bill’s daughter. I needed to remember that. Fuck—I needed it tattooed on my forehead for future reference.

I stripped off my shirt, tossing it aside. I did the right thing. I saved her from being mauled by Chad. She was shaken. She needed sleep. I needed sleep.

When I stripped down to my briefs, I fell into bed with the intent of erasing this evening from my head. Actually, I fought the urge to jack myself off or go back to the guest bedroom and tuck her in properly.

I punched my pillow in frustration. I’d clearly been off the grid too long when it came to women. “I’m pathetic,” I whispered into the darkness before I willed myself to go to sleep.

I stripped down to my panties and slipped on the T-shirt Aaron left on the bed. It draped me like a mini dress, but it was soft and smelled divine. Like him. I skipped the sweatpants because I would get too hot under the heavy comforter, and the weather was mild for December in Texas, anyway.

I took several large gulps from the water bottle he’d left me and burrowed under the comforter. I tried to fall asleep, but now I was wide awake. I turned onto my side and closed my eyes.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. When my dad said I would be meeting with Aaron to discuss the gala, I was excited and wanted to make a good impression, not get him involved in some unnecessary drama. Chad and I had been messaging each other for the past week, and I thought bringing him on a first date at a dinner with my parents would be safe. I realized the mistake I made the minute we sat down for dinner. He was a pompous douche.

I had a much better time talking to Aaron tonight, anyway. I’d always thought fondly of my father’s best friend and at one time had a school-girl crush on him. But that was a long time ago, and it’d been years since I’d seen him. He’d always been charismatic and larger than life.

He’d never looked at me like I was a woman… until tonight. Maybe I drank too much earlier and was reading too much into a look. Maybe I wasn’t.

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