Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
I remember curling up on Kane’s lap as he rubbed my back and told me everything was going to be okay. He had made me feel incredibly safe and calm. He’d always had that effect on me, and I was grateful for it.
There were times when my father was furious at me for skipping school or for staying out all night, and I’d be banished to my room. I would call Kane up crying, and he’d cheer me up.
The more I think about how much Kane has been there for me while growing up, the more attractive he becomes to me. I know it’s wrong to want my godfather as badly as I do, but I think the taboo of it just makes me want him more.
3
Renee
Walking into the kitchen, I see Daddy slicing zucchini, peppers, and mushrooms. I go through Kane’s cabinets, gathering what I need to set the table.
“Please be careful, Dad.”
“Come on, you still don’t trust me with a knife? I sliced my finger eight years ago, Renee!”
I pat his back. “I’m just looking out for you. I’m still traumatized from seeing your finger barely hanging on.”
“You always were squeamish,” he chuckled. “You’ll have to get over that if you decide to become a nurse.”
Rolling my eyes, I gather the plates, napkins, and silverware and bring them outside. I don’t want to become a nurse or a secretary or a hospitality manager, like my father has suggested over and again to me every chance he gets.
He keeps picking out the most practical jobs in existence for me to aspire to. All I want to do is be creative in some way, preferably in an artsy way. Maybe I’ll design comic books or do portraits on the boardwalk for all I care. Just as long as I get to draw and create something awesome, I’ll be happy. Daddy doesn’t think of being an artist as a real job, though.
As I set the table, I glance up at Kane, expecting to see the back of him as he flips steaks on the grill. To my surprise, he’s watching me as I lean over the table. I smile, and his eyes dance from my face down to my chest. His lips curl into a smirk.
“See something you like?” I ask boldly.
Kane rolls his eyes and laughs, half turning toward the grill to keep an eye on it while he keeps an eye on me.
“That bikini is dangerous.”
I look down at my boobs and adjust them before meeting Kane’s eyes again.
“That’s the point.” I shrug my shoulders, making my boobs bounce.
He shakes his head at me, and I laugh.
“You should put something on over it,” Kane commands over his shoulder as he turns the steaks.
“Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?” I taunt him.
Kane peers over at me just as Daddy walks outside with a tray filled with chopped vegetables.
“All done, and no limbs maimed,” he says, bringing the foil tray over to Kane.
“I’m proud of you, Colt,” he claps my father on his back.
Kane finishes cooking the dinner as I continue setting the table. The sun starts to set, causing the temperature to drop a couple of degrees. Throughout dinner, a slight chill runs through my body, but I don’t dare give Kane the satisfaction of putting my cover-up on. Besides, the thin material would do little to warm me anyway.
A few times throughout the meal, I catch Kane’s eyes wandering over my body. It can’t be all in my imagination! Even if I call Kane out on it, though, I know he would never admit that his steely blue eyes were checking out his goddaughter.
“Renee, you must be cold,” Daddy says, realizing that I’m the only one at the table without a shirt on. “Didn’t you bring something to change into?”
“No. I packed my bag in a rush, and I wasn’t expecting it to be chilly tonight,” I shrug. “I’m fine. I do have to use the bathroom, though. If you gentlemen will excuse me…”
I stand up and grab my bag before walking inside. As I do, I throw a quick glance over my shoulder. Sure enough, Kane’s eyes flicker down to his plate. That sexy son of a bitch was checking out my ass… or maybe he wasn’t.
Suddenly, I feel self-conscious about my body. Maybe Kane’s staring has nothing to do with him checking me out and everything to do with my plus-size figure in a bikini. What if he thinks I’m too thick to be wearing such a revealing swimsuit?
I put that horribly insecure feeling to the back of my mind as my urgency to pee increases when I walk inside the house. The change in temperatures must have affected my bathroom needs. I jog upstairs and head into Kane’s master bathroom, knowing the downstairs one has just been repainted and is still drying.