DILF

“He’s doing okay. Stressed, you know. He really wanted this deal and someone has decided to fuck it up for him, so he’s now at the end of his rope so to speak. He just wants to get this deal back on track.”

“And you’re taking care of him? Making sure he’s eating.”

“Yeah, I am.”

I’m also kissing him, dreaming about him, and wanting him to fuck me.

She figured those were not the needs Rachel was talking about and so she kept her mouth firmly shut.

Staring down at the menu, she glanced over at her friend, who looked completely happy. Maybe Mason would be different with her.

Either way, she didn’t want to be part of the falling out if it was to happen. Once Rachel’s father found out, would there be hell to pay?

Was Mason really different with Rachel?

She was so stressed right now.

Keeping secrets was not her forte. The only reason Rachel didn’t know about her crush on David was because she kept it to herself. Well of course she kept it to herself, but she pretended to have a crush on an asshole at school that even Rachel hated.

Her best friend had been so intent on her not wanting this guy, she’d never noticed how much attention she paid to David.

Now, though, she felt like that was biting her in the ass because her friend didn’t keep anything from her.

“Are you okay?” Rachel asked. “You’ve gone a little pale.”

“I’m good. Just thinking about everything. I’ll be fine once I get something to eat.”

Rachel signaled the waitress, who took their order. She just hoped she could stomach some food now.

She wished she’d never come to this restaurant now.

9

Lisabeth closed her eyes and rolled her head back and forth, a kink in her neck, the long hours at the office starting to take a toll on her. With the issues with the contract coming to a close, and everything being squared away, Lisabeth was looking forward to leaving at a decent hour every day.

Although she loved working with David, enjoyed his company, and wanted to see him constantly, she wasn’t here for a free ride. She was learning, trying to better herself and make something for herself once her internship was done.

She wanted to be successful, and that included going above and beyond to make things work, even if she wasn’t getting paid for it.

Lisabeth grabbed a stack of paperwork that needed copied and headed out of the file room and toward the copying room. The office was silent, everyone mostly gone. There were a few stragglers lingering here and there, but the part of the office she worked in, where David worked in, was empty. She didn’t even know if David was still here, but she assumed he was. He’d been pulling really long nights trying to get a merger, the contract issue, and a handful of other things done. He was dedicated, but then again, to run a successful company like this she supposed he had to be.

Once she had the paper in the machine she started making the first round of copies. The light and sound was almost hypnotic, and she rested her hands on the counter beside her and exhaled. Her feet hurt, her neck ached, and she was tired.

But despite her fatigue she couldn’t help but think about David, how fierce and strong he was when he worked, how much it turned her on. She had to be insane not to put her desires to the side, not to think about her best friend’s father in this way. But she loved him, and she knew there was no getting around that. There was no trying to pretend or ignore.

Lisabeth thought about the meeting she’d been in this afternoon. How she’d been taking dictation for David, listening to him, seeing the dominance in the way he held himself and spoke. He commanded the room and everyone had paid attention.

And then she’d seen him staring at her. A lot.

She exhaled and opened her eyes, the flash of light from the copy machine slightly blinding in that moment, but strangely mesmerizing, as well. Lisabeth finished the copies, stacking them and rubbing the back of her neck once more. She was ready for bed. On the heels of that thought she couldn’t help but envision being in bed with David.

Her cheeks heated at that thought.

She picked up the papers and turned, her heart jumping in her throat and this small cry leaving her from being startled. David stood there on the other side of the door, leaning against the frame, his focus on her. He had his arms crossed, his tendons and sinews bulging under his button-up shirt. He didn’t have a suit jacket on, and his sleeves were rolled up his forearms, showing off his muscles. She felt herself become wet at the sight of him, at the masculinity that poured from him.