Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
The white lace bra, the glimpses he got, were tempting as fuck. He wasn’t into young women, and certainly not those only a few months past jailbait. But Mavis didn’t look straight out of high school. No, with her tempting curves and kiss-me lips she made him think of anything but a schoolgirl.
The more he saw of her, the harder it was to keep his needs in check.
Sitting with her, watching her study while he dealt with his own work, was pure fucking torture.
Even the floral scent she wore called to him.
What didn’t help was the tempting way her ass would sway as she walked out of the room. It would remind him of how good it felt to have his hands on her, and how he wanted her so damn much.
She’s your best friend’s daughter.
You’re old enough to be her damn father.
Not that eighteen years was that big of an age gap.
You’re her guardian.
You’re supposed to be protecting her.
Stop being a dirty bastard and get your mind in the game.
She flicked her hair over her shoulder, and he gritted his teeth as he wanted to wrap that hair around his fist, hold her in place, and fuck her until she was sore.
It was just the two of them.
He shouldn’t be thinking about fucking her.
She’s a child.
Her ass didn’t feel like a child’s when he was smacking it. She hadn’t even cried out. It was like she didn’t even feel the hits.
She’d made him so mad with how she spoke about his old friend. He couldn’t allow himself to believe for a second that Ryan would get rid of her just because she didn’t fit that perfect, slim, pristine beauty that plagued the world they lived in.
He didn’t want to believe, but he knew her mother, and the call of the money.
Mavis released another sigh, drawing his attention once again.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just … bored.”
“It’s schoolwork. It’s supposed to be boring.”
She chuckled. “Did you like school?”
“Nope. Fucking hated it.”
“You swear a lot.”
“Get used to it.”
“I don’t mind.” She pushed some more hair off her shoulder, leaning back in her hair. She moved her hands up in the air, pushing out her tits as she gave a moan with her stretch.
“Get to work,” he said.
Don’t look at her.
“I will. So, do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.
“Do I look like the kind of guy that would have a girlfriend?”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t see it.”
“The scar?”
“You know it’s the scar.”
She shrugged. “It’s not that big, nor is it that scary. Some people are just dicks is all. So, you don’t have a girlfriend?”
“No.”
“Shame. You’re here all alone.”
“Why are you suddenly curious about why I’m here?”
“Don’t you screw the women that come and work for you?”
He stopped trying to pretend he was getting any work done. “Why?”
“I’m curious.”
“I’m not your parents.”
“I know that. I wouldn’t be here if my parents were alive.” She gave another little shrug. “Does it bother you I’m here? I can go back to the boarding school. I’m sure they’d be happy to have me.”
“I don’t like those places. They’re prisons for kids.”
“It’s not so bad when you’re there all the time.”
“It’s an all-girls school, right?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t even believe they have them in the twenty-first century.”
“Don’t worry. A lot of the girls sneak out to be with boys.”
“They do?”
“Yep. Just because we can’t have them in class doesn’t mean we don’t have them when it counts.”
“You ever sneaked out?” he asked.
“No. I’ve never been around guys long enough for them to want me that way.” She twirled some of her hair around her finger. She’d left it down today, and the waves kept falling over her face, making him want to tuck it behind her ear.
Touching her was out of the question.
Getting close to her was out of the question.
One day soon she’d be going off to college, and she had an entire life out there which didn’t involve him.
“Why did you fall out with my parents?” she asked.
“You really want to know?”
“Yep.”
“It’s stupid now, especially after your revelation of catching them in an open marriage.”
“You caught one of them with another person?”
“Yes. I didn’t think it was right. Obviously, I was in the wrong.”
“It’s cute,” she said.
“What?”
“In a way, you believe in the sanctity of marriage. You don’t think someone should be with more than one person.” She looked up at him.
Her blue eyes were temptation.
He didn’t like what they seemed to beg him to do.
Did she even know how expressive she was? How open her face was?
The fact she hadn’t cried over her parents’ passing wasn’t lost on him. The blonde child protection officer had told him that she’d yet to cry after he’d asked. He did find it odd that she hadn’t cried.
From what he learned from her though, she hadn’t had any relationship with her parents for a long time. They were strangers to her.