My Bestie's Dad

I smile, “I went to work out at the country club. Remember, the one you used to work at as a porter?”

She stares at me with her mouth open.

“I can’t believe you remember that!”

I smirk.

“It’s hard to forget the stunning creature who threw a golf ball at my potential client’s head.”

She makes a face.

“Barry Winslow is a lech who sexually harasses all the girls. I know because he propositioned me … wait, what is that look on your face?”

I’m suddenly insanely angry.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, Jane.”

“You think I go throwing golf balls at random guy’s heads?”

I shake my head furiously.

“I didn’t really know you back then. Not like now. If I’d known Winslow was harassing you…”

She gives me a half-smile. “Well, it is what it is. They let me go because he complained.”

Rage stirs in my being.

“I am so sorry about that. I’m going to call that asshole-”

“Don’t you dare!”

“Why not? I still have his information, and he needs to pay for what he’s done.”

Her face reddens.

“Don’t, Brent. It was a million years ago, and it’s water under the bridge now. I don’t want you to stir the pot. I don’t even know why we’re talking about it.”

We are quiet again, but it’s not an awkward silence. Finally, I try to explain myself.

“I hate the thought of another man disrespecting you, sweetheart. I always knew Winslow was a jerk, but I had no idea he was that much of one.”

She puts a small hand on mine soothingly.

“It’s fine, Brent. I hated that job anyways, so it was no skin off my nose. It’s ancient history now.”

I nod and pretend that everything’s settled, but it’s not. I plan to send Barry Winslow a thousand subscriptions to gay porn to his office, in addition to a few dozen roses with a thank you note from a guy I’ll call Tom. That should go over well. It’s so juvenile, but I don’t care. That asshole is such a fucking prick, and he’s lucky I’m not doing something more serious.

I turn back to Jane.

“Enough talk. I’m done eating. You?”

She looks down at her half-finished lo mein, but she also sees the hard glitter in my eye.

“I’m done too, Brent,” she coos softly. “Let’s go.”

With that, I sweep her into my arms and transport her to my bedroom. After all, this talk has only made me want to imprint myself on her more. I want Jane to be mine, and I want to protect her from the world. I want to give her a baby tonight … if she’ll let me.11Jane* * *We snuggle on Brent’s California King and flick through the shows in our queue. It’s so strange to me to think of it as our queue, but I do. Over half the shows in it are the ones I put into his account. Half of the time, we scroll until our eyes go blurry and we fall asleep. But the other half of the time, we end up having sexy times and it’s off to the races.

Tonight however, I need to tell him something and either of those outcomes would hinder my goal.

Brent has no idea. He pats me fondly on the behind and asks, “Do you want a movie or a tv show?”

“Movie, I think.”

He gets a naughty look on his face and asks, “Ever seen The Secretary? It’s a little risqué, but you’re old enough.”

I laugh.

“I’m twenty-five, Brent. I’ve had free online porn available ever since I can remember.”

He laughs. “No, not like that. This is a real movie with a plot and everything. I don’t know if it’s on Netflix, oh wait, there it is. It’s a character study of a couple with edgy, salacious parts. Up for it?”

I shrug.

“I don’t know. A title like The Secretary makes me think of my job.”

He chuckles.

“I promise it will not remind you of your job at all.”

I sigh. “Alright. I trust you.”

He flicks it on, and it’s good actually. The movie’s about a woman with a variety of issues using BDSM to help her heal from those problems. When her boss has her bent over his desk and spanks her, I shudder in delight.

Brent’s fingers interlock with my own, as he stares at the screen. He’s hard, and I can see the enormous bulge through his trousers. He stares into my eyes, and I swallow hard before asking, “Would you ever want to try something like that with me?”

He shoots me a fiery glance.

“Why? We haven’t been back to the Cube since we got together,” he says slowly. “Do you miss it?”

I take a minute before nodding.

“Sometimes. But it’s not the physical location or even the people that I miss.”

He cocks his head.

“Is this movie depicting some of what you miss there?” his voice is husky and full of naughty intent. “You like to do things…like that?”