Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 4

I’m so wet that I think that I’ve soaked through my panties and onto my skirt. Just smelling his scent makes me wet. He doesn’t even have to be here.

I can never tell him that I want him to shove me face-down on his desk, tie my hands with his tie, and fuck me until my mind explodes into a thousand pieces. He’ll tell my dad that I was inappropriate at work, and then I’ll get yelled at. I don’t want to be cut off.

My eyebrows are raised. She was afraid of me telling her dad how she felt? Not a chance in hell, not if I wanted to keep my balls. He’d show up at my office with a shotgun in a heartbeat.

She felt the same way. My mind ran through the possibilities.

She shouldn’t worry about being cut off. I can provide for her as easily as her father can. Better, even, since I’d never make her work just for the sake of working.

Maybe I should plan a surprise for when she comes back with my coffee.

Coffee

Camilla

The coffee is almost too hot to handle. I know that the cup’s material is supposed to insulate it, but it’s almost hot enough to scorch my hand. I was in such a hurry to get back that I forgot to get coffee collars. I don’t want to go back and get some. I hope Lincoln doesn’t yell at me for forgetting.

No, that’s dumb. He doesn’t yell at me for stupid stuff. He’s demanding and expects perfection, but he’d never yell at me for forgetting a coffee collar for his cup. He’s pretty fair.

He comes down like the wrath of God when he’s provoked, though. One of the financial analysts forgot to send him a sales report before a meeting once, and I listened when he ripped the analyst a new one.

I’d been so turned on that after I listened to the fury in his voice, I’d gone to the bathroom and taken care of myself. He never let people forget who was in charge.

I am quickly forgetting how hot the coffee I’m holding is. I hit the elevator button for the top floor with my elbow. Three more days of working as his assistant, and then all of this will be over.

It’ll be a relief, but I’m also afraid that I’ll regret not making a move on him when I had the chance. He probably sees me as nothing more than a little girl, but I’ve had a crush on him forever. My dad snores, but he doesn’t. I know, since I’ve slept so close to him in the mountains time and time again.