Beg Me-Sold to My Dad's Boss

What the hell? What was he doing here Sunday at six a.m.? No one in the neighborhood was awake, there were a couple birds tweeting, a couple rays of sunshine just starting to come out from behind the mountains, what the hell? This was insane, nothing good could come of this. So I rushed downstairs in my nightshirt, a big pink tee that came down mid-thigh with only my tiny panties on underneath.

“Mr. Jones,” I hissed opening the front door and poking my head out. “What are you doing here?”

He stopped for a moment, looking dazed as if caught momentarily unawares. But then recognition dawned once more at the sight of me and he charged up the stairs, seizing my wrist.

“Come on Lindy,” he ground out.

And god, but his big hand was so warm around mine, so commanding and possessive that I almost went with it, almost let him drag me off.

But reality got a hold of me, and I resisted, pulling my arm back, squeaking a bit even as I tried to keep my voice down.

“Mr. Jones!” I protested, “Stop! What are you doing?”

But with one thrust, he pulled me out from behind the door so that I stood with him on my front porch in nothing but my nightshirt. And that made the big man stop, eyes eating me up, running over every inch of my form, hungry, almost panting.

“What the hell?” I whispered angrily again. “You can’t just come and abduct me, what the hell?”

Chris shook himself but the look of determination didn’t leave those blue eyes, if anything they only got more intense.

“Lindy,” he ground out. “Come and talk with me in my car.”

I shook my head furiously. Hadn’t he just heard my outburst? I wasn’t about to be kidnapped.

“No,” I shot back, still whispering. “We can talk here.”

But the morning was cold and I was shivering, my arms and legs bare, the cold of the wood blanks beneath my bare feet seeping into my very being. And Chris knew it too.

“Baby,” he ground out smoothly. “I’m not here to abduct you, trust me,” he said, his eyes darkening. “I just want to talk about yesterday and we need to do that in some privacy without your parents hearing. Come on, into my car,” he jerked his head towards the SUV again. “We won’t even drive, let’s just sit in the cab and be warm at least.”

And I stood, trembling, practically naked on our porch, weighing my options. On the one hand I could ignore him and slam the door on him, but I had a feeling he’d just pound loudly and wake my parents, he wasn’t giving up. So that was out. Or I could go with him and get in the car, and hopefully have a productive conversation about yesterday. Because yeah, I wanted to talk about it too, I wanted to figure out what the hell had happened, how in the world had I just bared my cunt to a forty year-old man, an alpha male more than twice my age?

So wrapping my arms around me tight, I nodded.

“Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll go with you, but no sounds.”

And Chris nodded silently, agreeing. Slowly we crept over to the silver SUV and like a gentleman, he held the door open for me as I clambered into the passenger seat, trying to keep my nightshirt down as I got comfortable. God, why were these SUVs always so high up off the ground, you practically needed a footstool to get into one of these things.

But Chris just chuckled deeply in his throat, his eyes appreciative as he eyed the backs of my creamy thighs, the obscene length of leg exposed as I sat down.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, baby girl,” he remarked low in his throat before shutting the door behind me. And circling the car, he got into the driver’s seat, only to start up the ignition.

“Chris,” I said sharply, my eyes turning towards him again. “We said we were going to talk in the driveway.”

“I know,” he ground out even while pulling the car away from the house, “but I’m gonna go around the corner and park so we don’t alert your parents. Here, look,” he said as the SUV rolled to a stop. “We’ll stay right here.”

And my heart beating furiously, I nodded. My thighs were shaky, trembling a bit, and my insides were getting melty again in his presence. I couldn’t understand it. The big man had acted like a fucking caveman, driving to our house at 6 a.m., forcing me to come outside, and then forcing me to get into his car for crying out loud. It was so crazy, like he’d lost his mind.

But the thing was that I’d lost mine too. Because I was the one who hadn’t put a robe on, who didn’t grab a jacket before coming downstairs, who’d willingly got into the car on the flimsiest of excuses. And now that we were alone again, I found myself mesmerized by him, that big frame, the muscled arms, the strong thighs and long legs.