DILF

“No.”

“Not one?”

“No, there is no one,” she said. There’s only one man I want. You.

“A pretty girl like you. There’s got to have been offers?” He looked…angry.

She stared at him, running the tips of her fingers around her glass. The tension seemed to be thick and her nipples tightened. Staring at him, she felt his intense gaze as if it went right through her.

“There may have been offers but it’s…not what I’m looking for.”

“You know what you’re looking for?”

“I’ve got a pretty good idea.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I do.” She licked her suddenly dry lips.

Her heart pounded as she watched him.

Could she do this?

Could she tell David that he was the one that she wanted?

“What are you looking for then?” he asked.

“A man.” She stared at him and watched as he sat up.

“A man?”

“Yeah, I don’t want someone my age. They are too immature, and don’t know how to handle themselves.”

What the hell am I doing?

Maybe it was the wine but she just couldn’t seem to stop herself.

“You want a man who’s established?”

“An experienced man.” She tilted her head to the side. “I don’t just want to be with anyone in my life.” She bit her lip, watching him. “He’s got to want me as well. The boys at college, they only want one thing, and I’m not interested in being the topic of conversation during lunch break.” It was now or never. She wanted to tell him how she felt, but didn’t know if this was the right time or place. For years she’d held back. But it had only been a few weeks since she started working for him. This was a dream job, and telling him how she felt could possibly ruin everything.

She grabbed her glass of water and took a long drink as the waiter came over. Maybe she should just go through with it, tell David how she felt, but worry ate at her and she kept her mouth shut.

If I don’t do it now I never will.

Maybe, but she wasn’t strong in the sense she could be open and brazen about these things, especially with the man she loved, her best friend’s father.

3

Lisabeth leaned back in the chair, her plate empty in front of her, her thoughts still on David. She watched as he paid the bill and then stood and held his hand out for her to take. She slipped hers in his much larger one, chills racing over her spine at the feel of his warm skin.

She grabbed her coat and her purse, but before she could slip the former on he was taking it from her and helping her do the task. If she let herself imagine things she could see herself on a date with him. It might be a silly, foolish thing for her to think about, but she wanted that, desperately.

They headed out of the restaurant and she was very aware that David had his hand on her lower back, gently guiding her out the front door.

Although she had a vehicle of her own, she took the train into the city, where his office was, and where she interned.

“Come on,” he said gently, his voice deep, commanding. “I’ll take you home.”

She didn’t know why her heart started beating so fast at that thought. Maybe it was the fact she’d be in close quarters with him, his body pressed against hers, his scent invading her head.

“Let me take you home,” he said again, his voice so deep and husky, the way she pictured a feral animal might sound as he was about to pounce on his prey.

God, where the hell were her thoughts going? Oh, she knew. They were going right in the gutter.

“I don’t mind taking the train to my place. I do it every day.” She smiled, although inside she was screaming at him to take her back to his place. She was begging in her head for him to show her what it was like for a man to really take a woman.

The look he gave her had her laughing. It was one where if it had spoken it would’ve said, “Hell no.”

“No,” he finally responded and shook his head slowly. “I’m not about to have you take the train home this late at night, not when it’s not safe, and not when I can easily take you in my car.”

She didn’t argue, just ducked her head and expressed her gratitude softly. It was only a few moments before the valet brought his car around. David was the one who held the door open for her, and she slipped inside, the seats leather, buttery soft. Although it was May, the nights were still a bit chilly in the city. The heater was on, and a warm breeze of air moved along her body. A moment later David slipped into the driver’s seat, the door shutting softly with an audible click.