Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
She's short and curvy, with thick thighs, a round belly, and creamy skin begging to be touched. Her tiny tank top barely contains her tits. And her simple black skirt makes her long legs look fucking amazing.
She's…fuck me. She's sexy as hell.
"Mila?" Tahani asks, hurrying across the room to her.
"Tahani?" Mila's gaze darts from me to my daughter and then back to me again.
"It's so nice to meet you!" Tahani flings her arms around the girl, hugging her hard.
Mila stands frozen for a split second and then hugs Tahani back. Her gaze tangles with mine over my daughter's head, sucking me in. Jesus Christ. She's stunning. My heart actually pounds against my ribcage, my dick pulsing in my jeans. Her gaze sweeps down my body and then back up, her green eyes turning dark as if she likes what she sees.
Tahani releases her after a second and grabs her bag off her arm, tossing it toward her bed before practically dragging her the rest of the way into the room. I rise to my full height and then have to rub my hands on my pants because my palms are fucking sweating like I'm the teenager here.
"Mila, this is my dad, Roman Gregory. Daddy, this is my roommate, Mila Lawson." Tahani presents her to me like she's presenting me with a gift, practically pushing her in front of me.
Mila tilts her head back, her gaze climbing up my body. I feel it like a physical touch. Her teeth sink into her plump bottom lip. The desire in her eyes is obvious. I think she sees the same thing in mine because she gives me this sassy little smile that damn near knocks me on my ass and then holds out her hand to me. She smells like peaches and sunshine.
"Hi, Mr. Gregory," she says, her voice so soft and sweet I damn near lose it completely. There's a teasing note to it, though, like she's fucking with me. "It's nice to meet you."
I hesitate for a split second before reaching for her hand. As soon as I touch her, my cock throbs again, leaking precum into my boxers. I grit my teeth and quickly release her hand, taking a step back in a desperate bid to rein myself in.
She's too fucking young for me...my damn daughter's age. And I'm guessing she and Tahani are going to be thick as thieves in about two minutes flat.
Getting close to her has bad idea written all over it...but I want to do it anyway. Want to know what she was thinking about when she bit her lip.
I want to bite her lip.
Jesus Christ.
"Nice to meet you," I mutter, taking another step back.
Tahani snags Mila's attention, allowing me to take a much-needed breath. I can still smell her. I rake a hand through my hair, trying to get my shit together. It doesn't matter how gorgeous she is or what she was thinking about when she bit her lip…she's off-limits.
I live my life by a carefully constructed set of rules. They keep me alive, keep my daughter safe, and help ensure my team makes it home at the end of the day. It's been five years since I added a rule to that list, but I'm adding one now. Stay the fuck away from Tahani's friends, specifically the sexy little blonde standing not three feet away, talking to my daughter like they've known each other their entire lives.
"Is someone bringing your shit up?" I blurt out.
Mila and Tahani both turn to look at me.
"Do you need help bringing your stuff up, or are your parents bringing it up?"
"Oh, um…" Something close to sorrow flits through her expression before her teeth sink into that bottom lip again. "It's just me. My parents aren't here. Um, my mom is dead."
I want to ask her about her dad, but instinct honed from years of use tells me not to push, that he isn't a good memory for her, nor is he something she wants to talk about right now. I want to know, though. Because I'm almost certain that look in her eyes wasn't just because her mom is dead. She's too goddamn young and innocent to be alone in this world, but I already know she is.
I also know by the dismayed little gasp from my daughter that Mila just became family.
Fuck. My. Life.
Chapter One
Mila
Now
"Mila?"
I glance up from the pile of used tissues on my lap and squint, trying to see through the tears blurring my vision. My eyes are gritty and swollen, but Tahani McPherson's face swims into focus in the dimly lit room.
Her dark hair is in a messy pile on top of her head; her hazel eyes clouded with concern as she surveys my suitcases piled inside the living room. Her things are packed, too. Unlike me, though, she's off to bigger and better things.