"Daniel, you scared me!" She nearly drops her plate as her arms fly up, so I quickly grab it from her.
"You went to eat in your room?"
Silly question, because the evidence is right in front of me.
"Yes, you and Colt were going at it, and I just didn’t want to get involved," she responds and I wince.
She takes back the plate and wipes it before putting it in the dishwasher. I watch her bend over, and the same feeling that came over me at the pool washes over me again. The one that I shouldn’t be feeling, the one I had when she was playing with Colt, when her lips curled in a smile and her tits jumped up and down. My cock jerked and I didn’t look at her as if she was my daughter; I felt like a jealous ex-lover looking at their ex move on with a new lover.
"Just tell me one thing," I ask.
Maybe I drank the scotch a bit too quickly because I can’t get my eyes off her ass.
Is it me or did she just lick her lips
"Anything you want…" she says, before her eyes travel my body. "Daddy."
All of a sudden blood rushes to my brain.
We’re playing a different game now.
This isn’t the innocent little girl that used to hide in the closet.
This is a courtesan of the 21st century.
I give her my undivided attention, "Sorry, I must've drank a bit too much. I just feel a bit disorientated. Maybe we can talk in the living room."
She hesitates in agreeing, "Where’s Colt?"
"Oh, he left a while ago. I’m not even sure if he’s coming back," I start to mumble as I feel guilty about Colt leaving and the fact that he feels that Linda’s memory means nothing to me. I loved his mom; he must know that. I was never the bad guy when it came to being a husband to Linda.
Karen doesn’t say anything, but turns around and then back again. "You better bring that bottle and two glasses with you."
Did she just say two? She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I'm trying not to stare at her body. I know that this conversation isn’t going to be an easy one; I just didn’t think that Colt would make it so difficult. Then again, I don’t blame him. He was right. I haven’t exactly been in touch and then here I was, expecting him to help me with the business just like that.
I sit down on the couch and put the bottle and the glasses on the table in front of us, within easy reach. I can’t believe that she wants to talk to me. Colt didn’t, and I had practically raised him from when he was young. Karen has only been living with us for a few years, and yet she’s showing more patience than Colt has shown up until now.
"Okay," she says as she takes the bottle and starts pouring the scotch as if she’s pouring a glass of water.
She passes me the glass and then knocks hers against it and says, "Cheers."
I’m about to object—to ask her if she knows what she's doing because this isn't a hard cider or whatever people her age normally drink, but I bite me tongue because it’s too late. She’s already coughing as she takes a huge sip of it.
I run to the kitchen and get her some water.
I even make it halfway there before I hear the sound of her sweet laugher.
Fuck.
I turn around to see her laughing at her joke at my expense. As I come back, she’s still giggling as she sits on the chair.
"I’m not so straight-laced anymore, Daddy," she tells me.
I relax, knowing that she was pulling my chain and marveling that Karen isn’t a little kid anymore. Of course she’s tasted scotch. I bet that she’s had a lot stronger in college, and here I am acting as if I need to protect her.
I sigh as I sit down, "I bet you think that’s funny. I was really worried about you. I thought that you were choking and anything could've happened."
She sighs, "That’s a bit dramatic."