I was going to fuck her until her moans shook the walls of the house.
“What’s that?” Scarlett asked, freezing.
The panic in her voice made me stop and listen. The sound of keys jingling at the front door became clearer, followed by the door clicking open. I got off Scarlett in a flash, and she pushed herself up, fixing her dress. Her hair was a bit of a mess, but she ran her fingers through it.
“Daddy?” Lily’s voice echoed through the entrance hall.
Shit.
I glanced at Scarlett. She looked a little panicked, but she nodded.
“I’m in here, honey,” I called.
Footsteps echoed through the entrance hall, and then Lily appeared in the door to the living room. She looked at Scarlett and frowned.
“Scar? What are you doing here?”
“She came to see me for a possible position at the company,” I said smoothly.
“Oh,” Lily said. “Right.”
Lily and Scarlett were close friends. I’d assumed Lily would know that Scarlett had been struggling with finding a job. Lily looked at me.
“We were supposed to have dinner tonight,” she said.
God, I’d completely forgotten about that. My mind had been full of Scarlett since the moment I’d found out who had responded to my Craigslist ad.
“I’m so sorry, honey,” I said. “Things have been rough at work, and I was eager to get home. Scarlett called just after that, and I forgot about our dinner completely.”
Lily nodded. “It’s okay, Dad,” she said. She looked at Scarlett again and smiled. “I hope you find something, Scar. I know it’s been hard.”
Scarlett smiled. She didn’t look panicked or on the spot anymore. In fact, she was as smooth as I’d been.
“Thanks, Lil,” she said. “Let’s do coffee tomorrow?”
Lily smiled. “Of course,” she said. “I’ll call you in the morning.”
She blew me a kiss and left the house again. We waited until the front door closed. When she was sure we were alone, Scarlett let out a breath.
“That was close,” she said.
I nodded. “Very.”
Scarlett cleared her throat and stood up. The atmosphere had changed. The terrible lust calmed a little.
“I think I should get going,” she said.
I frowned. “I can’t tempt you to stay?” I asked.
Scarlett shook her head. “I’m sorry. Almost getting caught kind of killed the mood.”
She was leaving, and my dick was still throbbing in my pants. For a moment, I thought about pressing myself against her and attempting to start up again, but if Scarlett wanted to leave, I wasn’t going to stop her. There was still time. I was paying her to be here, after all. This would happen again.
“Let me walk you to the door,” I said.
Scarlett nodded, and I escorted her to the front door. I called for the car and opened the door for her, telling the driver to take her home. When she was gone, I sighed and went back into the house. I had an unsatisfied desire, a hard cock in my pants, and nothing to fuck but own hand.
What a night.