Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 8

He looks like a lion who hasn’t been fed in months. I kind of feel like running away, but my traitorous nipples are getting hard, remembering what it was like to stretch out on his couch.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“You don’t work for me anymore. I think that it’s a great idea. But it’s your choice.”

I look at the open door and then at Lincoln.

And then I close it.

His smile is bright.

“That’s what I hoped you’d choose.” He’s untying

his tie now.

“I wore the red one today. I know you like it.”

I can feel my breathing pick up a little.

“Are you going to…”

“Play out one of your fantasies? You bet.”

He comes towards me and crowds me against the wall.

“Hands up above your head.”

Staring into his eyes, I can see the blackness expand as I put my hands above my head. Then he’s briskly tying them together.