My Father's Boss (The Family Affairs)

I frowned, not happy with the thought of her toiling away at the office. She should be at home, taking care of our babies, or relaxing and letting me care for her. I wanted to treat her like a goddess. To worship her body, feed her, bathe her, anything that would make her feel cherished.

They weren’t realistic thoughts. In fact, they probably indicated I was developing an unhealthy obsession with Isabella. But I didn’t care one fucking bit. I was claiming Isabella Ford.

Her frightened look jarred me back to reality, and I realized my expression must have been darker than I intended. Again, I softened my face, even giving her a smile, and I was relieved when her pouty lips curved up, and the fear left her eyes, leaving only confusion. I could work with that. I didn’t ever want her to fear me.

“I’m not firing you, Isabella,” I told her gently. “I have an empty position that I think you’re perfect for.” My wife, the mother of my children, my everything.

“Oh,” she replied, her smile growing. “I’m happy to do whatever you need.”

My cock had been hard since the moment I saw Isabella, but her words sent a bolt of lust shooting through my body, and I knew I needed to get back to my office before my reaction to her became too obvious.

“But—” Kevin stopped speaking when I shot him a warning glance.

I wasn’t a complete asshole, though. “Since Ms. Ford”—I gritted her name, not liking the sound of Ford, rather than Trahan—“now works for me, I’m giving you permission to hire two new interns to help with your case. I’ll square it away with finance and HR.”

Kevin’s eyes went wide, but he wisely stayed quiet. I nodded and took Isabella’s hand, helping her to her feet and guiding her out of the room. “You’ll be working with me from now on, Isabella.” I loved the way her name felt on my lips.

“Are you sure you don’t want someone more experienced?”

I shook my head and stared ahead as I led her to the bank of elevators in the reception area.

We stepped onto one and watched the doors slide shut in silence. I still didn’t look at her when I finally answered, “I want you.” The words came out raspy, and I’d never said anything truer.

It took only seconds to reach the top floor, giving her no time to respond. Taking her hand again, I kept my gaze focused on our destination as I led her through the maze of hallways to my office. Too many fucking walls that I could press her against while I fucked her tight little pussy.

“I feel bad about leaving Kevin shorthanded. Maybe I should also continue to work with him until he finds a replacement.”

I came to a sudden halt and spun around to place my hands on her shoulders. Looking straight into her chocolate pools, I growled, “I. Don’t. Share.”

Her eyes went wide and round, like an owl’s, and she blinked rapidly. But behind the shock, I was certain I spied a spark of heat. My gaze dropped to her chest, and I held back a groan when I saw her tits jiggling with her choppy breaths that confirmed I’d been right about what I saw. Her nipples were hard, and they pressed against her shirt as if they were trying to escape, desperate to reach my mouth.

I released her shoulders abruptly but made sure she was steady on her feet before resuming my march. When we finally reached my office, I opened the door and gestured for her to enter first. Being a gentleman was how I was raised, but for the first time, it backfired spectacularly.

Isabella’s pencil skirt was molded to her curvy, round ass, and it swayed with each of her steps. My knees went weak for a second, and my hands itched to palm the sexy globes. There was no line, and I licked my lips at the thought of only a tiny thong lying between those sweet cheeks. Or better yet, nothing at all. Easy access.

Then a thought broke through that had my temper flaring to a boiling point. If I’d noticed, so would other people. Which would lead them to thinking about my girl naked, and me ending up in prison for killing them. I was going to have to put my foot down about some clothing choices. No more body-hugging skirts. No thongs. No going without underwear. Unless we were at home. Then those things would be highly encouraged.

I shook my head, trying to scatter those thoughts away as I followed her inside and shut the door. “Have a seat,” I ordered as I rounded my desk and sat in my large, purposely imposing chair. Except I didn’t want Isabella to see me that way, so I stood again and walked back around. She was still standing, so I took her hand and led her over to the small conversation nook in the corner of the room, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows.

She sat at the other end of the couch, and I resisted the desire to drag her over and tuck her into my side.

“So what is it that you’d like me to do?”

So many, many things, sweet girl. But as I observed her, I realized that I might be moving too fast. She was still so young. I didn’t have the strength to slow down entirely, but I’d do my best to ease her into the idea of us. No matter when it happened, the result would be the same. I’d do anything to have her.

Even risk the business I’d worked so hard to build.

And her father’s friendship.

I was also willing to risk my reputation if people didn’t accept our relationship because of our age difference.

It didn’t matter as long as she was mine.

I’d do anything for her.

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