Eyes For Daddy (Please Me, Daddy 2)

I follow behind her with a confident step. I’m ready to show her exactly what she needs, what I need.

“Would you like the guest room down the hall closer to my father’s, or the one at this end? The room by my father has its own private shower, if that’s of any concern to you.” She asks, not turning around to face me as we enter the hallway.

“Which part of the hall do you sleep on?” I reply, keeping my voice firm and steady. That ought to give her an idea of where I see this evening going.

She shoots me a look over her shoulder as she seems slightly taken aback by my directness, yet a smile softly crosses her lips.

“This end, your room would be at this end… right next to mine, and closer to the restroom down at the end.”

I take two steps forward, drawing up behind her. I’m close enough that I can smell the delightful scent of her shampoo. “That’s perfect; I’ll happily take the room next to yours,” I whisper against the back of her ear as my hand slides to her hip, squeezing tightly to let her know my intentions for this evening with her.

“Ve.. very well,” she stumbles out.

I release my grip on her hip, and she opens the door to the guest room with not another word spoken.

She’s nervous. I can tell. Her face does her no justice of hiding her nerves.

She walks in and begins making the bed right away. I hesitate for a moment, watching her body as she moves with grace around the wooden frame supporting the mattress.

I take a deep breath and turn around to head back to Gavin’s office; the last thing I need is to linger up here for him to grow suspicious.

I know I should feel some type of shame for lusting after my friend’s daughter, but oddly enough, I don’t feel bad. Mia feels right to me, right for me. I have this burning desire to hear her moan; the idea of having her in bed, controlling her every move… it fills me with such yearning that I need to nudge quickly.

I redirect my attention to Gavin. I need to clear my head if I’m going to make it through the rest of my time with him tonight.

“I think that we should put an end to this business talk for the evening and head into the living room to celebrate,” Gavin states, rising from his chair behind the desk and striding out of the room as if a ‘no’ is of no acceptance. After all, we did just close on a ma

jor deal that’s been in motion for over two and a half months, plus plan out our next quarter for business so the least I can do is spend a little time celebrating.

What’s another ten minutes or so, I think to myself as I follow him out into the living room located across the hall from the office. There’s a fire crackling in the fireplace, giving off bursts of warmness. Large, wet flakes of snow start to fall out of the window, clinging to the tree branches and coating the lawn. Good thing that I didn’t stick with that plan of going home…

“There’s a big storm tonight, or so they say,” Gavin comments, watching me glance out the window.

I take a seat in the reclining chair that seems to swallow me whole.

“I hate winter,” I murmur. I really do hate winter. I’m still not quite sure why I continue to live in this place.

I catch a glimpse of Mia in the corner of my eye as she prances down the stairs. She walks right over to the minibar to start on some drinks.

I can’t help but notice the change of clothes into a long, white bathrobe that conceals her voluptuous figure.

Where the fuck did that little dress go?

I’m not sure if she’s strutting the bathrobe to hide her body from me or to look decent in front of her father; either way, that robe is coming off tonight.

I’ll be damn sure of it.

“Is the guest room made up?” Gavin asks as Mia hands him his glass of brandy, and then, stepping to give me a glass as well.

Our eyes lock briefly, lingering for a second right before she breaks away to turn her attention back toward her father.

“Yes, made up and ready to go for the night,” she replies, a hint of a smile appearing behind her words.

2

MIA

I sit here in the living room, taking everything about the man before me in as he sits there with a glass of brandy, continuing to chat with my father. His black curly hair looks perfectly placed on him, just as perfect as his dark blue eyes that can’t seem to keep their focus from me…