Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 41

Her hair smells fresh and clean.

Her body is soft. I can feel her curves pressed against me, and then I'm suddenly and violently hard. I'd like to take her upstairs to my bed, but I already decided in the car that I'm not an utter bastard.

Pity.

I carry her inside. Someone else will take her suitcase in. I need to get the wheels turning to finish her move here, but all I want to do is hold her.

I walk upstairs and put her in the room next to mine. I pull off her shoes and tuck her into bed. I get into bed beside her. I turn to her. I can see half of her face this way. Her hair spreads on the pillow and conceals part of her face.

She looks so young and innocent in this bed. I feel something else I haven't felt in years: guilt. She’s just a young girl who was unlucky enough to have a crooked father.

Can I punish her for the sins of her father?

Chapter Six

Mascara

Kelly

When I wake up, I can smell Iacopo. I don't open my eyes. I listen. There's definitely somebody breathing in this room. I can hear a chair creak as he shifts his weight.

I might as well get this over with. I open my eyes.

I'm not looking at Iacopo.

There's a guy sitting in a chair next to my bed.

"Who are you?" I look down and realize that I'm fully clothed. Thank God.

"My name isn't important," he says in a whisper. "I'm here to deliver a message from your father." "What message?"

He hands me a cell phone. "Hide this. Don't let Iacopo see it."

"Who are you? Why are you here?" I’m sitting up and my voice is getting louder.

But he's already walking out of the room.

My dad is a fast worker. Well, I guess he already knew what was going to happen for a few days. I look at the phone. There's no way to tell where this came from.

Is this a weird test from Iacopo? If it really is from my dad, I do need to hide it, though. I go to the nightstand and put it in the very back of the drawer. It's not a sophisticated hiding place, but I don't have a lot of options right now.

I stretch. In the mirror across from my bed, I have flakes of black mascara on my cheeks. My hair looks like a frizzy mess, like one of those troll dolls gone horribly wrong. I need to wash my face and hope that I have a change of clothes somewhere.

I walk into the bathroom. There's a huge variety of everything and anything a woman needs. I swallow hard. This room must be where Iacopo keeps his...girlfriends? Women? Prostitutes? I don't know, but it makes me feel like I'm one woman in a long string of them.