Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
For now, at least, I’ll just have to be Abby’s dad. I need to get some clothes on so I don’t embarrass her best friend any more than I already have.
CHAPTER THREE
Jen
Abby was right.
It’s going to be a hot one, and little did I know now, but it’s gonna have nothing to do with the weather.
She also keeps reminding me, ‘If you want something, you gotta reach out and grab it.’
So, I hope she grabs whatever she is chasing with both hands. She’s worked hard to get where she is.
Riding to her place and letting myself in, I head straight to her room and unpack the few things I’ve brought, switching on some music and half undressing as I decide what to wear.
Knowing Abby, she’ll want to go swimming as soon as she gets in the door, but I’m reluctant to get out my swimsuit just yet.
Settling for an oversized tee and nothing else, for now, I realize just how cold it’s gotten all of a sudden.
Abby’s place is huge, and with all the marble tiling and high ceilings, it’s hard to imagine a place like this could be anything but cooler inside than out.
But feeling the rush of cold air from the vents, I venture out into the huge, empty house in search of the thermostat.
Navigating my way to the kitchen before I get the shock of my life. Shrieking like a moron, and not just in surprise.
I’m not exactly dressed for any company right now, and nobody’s ever seen me in nothing but a tee and panties.
Not only is her dad the last person I expect to see right now, but he also has nothing covering his naked, muscular, and deeply tanned body except for a towel.
The regular kind, but on him, it looks like he needn’t have bothered.
And that funny feeling I’ve had all day?
It all makes sense as I feel it explode inside me, shifting from a tingling sensation to a full-blown itch in a moment.
An itch so intense, so deep that only the hands of a man like Abby’s dad could scratch at it to even begin to soothe it.
Hands or maybe something else…like that giant bulge under his towel.
He’s just as surprised to see me, too, but only because Abby’s not here, which I explain.
At least, I think I explain myself.
I feel my mouth moving and hear words coming out. But all I can focus on is looking at his perfect body.
It’s probably been five years since I saw Kane last in the flesh, and even then, he was just parked in his car waiting to pick Abby up.
And he thinks I’m all grown up?
What the hell has this guy been doing, lifting the oil rigs with his bare hands?
He looks amazing. And up close, it’s impossible not to stare at him just a little.
Okay, a lot.
But if my eyes don’t deceive me, he’s also doing a little eye candy shopping in the browsing lane.
But with a rack like mine, which is the only thing I’ve got going for me until a guy sees the caboose it’s towing, I’m used to males of any age having a cursory glance at my chest.
At first, I figured it was just that, a glance.
But between my ogling and feeling more ashamed of my body than ever, I want to go get dressed as much as I want to stand here, looking at the man all day.
And that’s what Kane is. He’s all man.
A real man.
One single glimpse of him near naked is enough to convince me of that.
It’s a little more awkward, but I promise to come straight back after changing.
It seems to make him happy and sad at the same time if that makes any sense.
The thing is, though, none of this is making any sense so far.
One minute I’m hanging out, waiting for Abby. The next?
I’m slipping my way back up to her room.
I wonder if something in me is broken, considering how wet I am down there.
Who am I kidding? I know why I’m so wet and shaking like a leaf.
It’s him.
I guess it’s always been in some corner of my mind.
Secret crush or love at first sight after five years?
Whichever way I try to process it, I’m more than just curious about my best friend’s dad.
I’m literally wondering if an older guy like that really ever could….
No. Don’t even go there, Jen. Remember? He’s way too hot for you. Look at the guy!
And if Abby ever saw me acting like that with her dad, both of us barely dressed and her even thinking I was checking her dad out?
I’d never hear the end of it, especially after I made such a big deal so long ago about not having a crush on her dad.
She’d roast me so hard I’d have to join a convent.