Hot Dad Next Door (Temptation Next Door)

“Ah screw this,” I finally said as I decided to pick up my work and continue it down in the living room. At least there I couldn’t waste time. My dad could come down at any moment. I wouldn’t want him to catch me with my hands down groping my pussy and tits.

“Just get this shit done,” I reminded myself.

Pulling my grit together, I focused on my work and continued on for another hour or so. By the time I was done my father was asleep but I still had time to just lie down back in the room and watch on Netflix.

I managed to push Dylan out of my mind and soon enough I drifted to sleep, clutching my work and my notebook of fantasies in my hand.

2

Cherry

The rest of the weekend went by so quickly that I didn’t even realize it was Monday until my dad woke me up early in the morning. He rattled on my door and didn’t stop until I called out to him.

“Dad, I’m awake!” I shouted.

“Hurry up, we need to go,” he told me from the other side of the door. “I’ve got to sign those papers for Mr. Bernard.”

Oh, Mr. Bernard – merely hearing his name sent a chill down my spine. I quickly sat up and shouted back, “I’ll be down in a minute. I’ll just take a quick shower.”

“Okay, we’ll just grab breakfast on the road,” my dad answered and I then heard him walk away. He probably didn’t have time to cook and I didn’t feel like it either.

Instantly, I hopped out of the bed and got into the shower. I rushed through most of my morning routines except when it was time to sit in front of the mirror. I took as much time as needed to make sure my hair was done right, to make sure I wore the right pair of earrings and to apply the sexiest looking red lipstick I could find.

By the time I was done, I took a moment to check how I looked in the mirror. Wearing a simple sleeveless and strapless black mini-dress, I kind of looked like I was going to party at a club or something.

The dress was so short too; it barely covered my ass. I wore a pair of red lacy thongs underneath instead of the usual cotton panties so that my underwear wouldn’t press against the dress. To finish off my attire I put on a pair of black high heel sandals that laced slightly above my ankles.

“Sweetie, what are you wearing?” my father asked when he saw what I was wearing. He was in the kitchen, sipping his coffee. In his other hand, he was holding the keys to his car, his luggage and the house.

“Huh? Uh, oh, I’m heading over to Margie’s place later and we might hang out at Mercury Wild,” I answered. I could only hope he didn’t figure out I was trying to dress up for Dylan.

Fortunately, he just gave me one more doubtful look and then cast his attention back to his coffee. I was going to make my own cup but I didn’t want to ruin my lipstick. It still needed a good five minutes or so before it would seal in and not smudge.

So I waited. I whipped out my phone and lazily checked my social media accounts until my father, at last, finished his coffee and said it was time to go. By then my hair was beginning to dry and I had to apply powder again on my face and neck.

After a while, I was finally happy with how I looked. I hopped into the car and waited as my dad got in and drove us out.

We did pass by a donut shop on the way to Dylan’s office building but I wasn’t hungry yet and I didn’t want to ruin my makeup so we passed. After another good ten minutes or so, we arrived at the office.

Dylan Bernard’s office was one of the nicest business areas I had ever been to. The building was a good six stories high but most of it was dedicated to his contractors. They were the people who actually bought and sold all of the properties. The only time Dylan himself got involved was when people were buying some of the top priority properties. The property Daddy and I were trying to buy, happened to be one of them.

Once we got there, we didn’t even have to go in. Dylan was right at the parking lot waiting for us. He was standing tall, in his grey and black suit, leaning on his beautiful red Porsche convertible.

“Hello Mr. Vergara,” he greeted my dad as soon as we got out of the car.

They shook hands and I followed suit. I felt giddy just to feel him squeezing my hand that way.

“You were out here waiting for us?”

He nodded at me and explained, “I knew Mr. Vergara was in a rush so I didn’t want to hassle you. I have all the necessary papers with me. I just need you to sign them off, sir. One of these is a document that certifies Cherry here will stand in your place while you’re gone.”

My dad agreed and quickly took a look at some of the papers Dylan took out from a small, brown suitcase. I simply stood there as I waited, trying to be as patient as I could. I couldn’t help but keep my gaze on Dylan, however, and I could have sworn he noticed me looking his way.

It was a good thing that my father was a fast reader. He went through those documents rather quickly and when he was done he looked at me and back at Dylan.

“I’ll be heading off to the airport,” my dad said to me. “I can leave the car here with you or I can keep it at the storage unit we have at the airport. Which one do you prefer? We should have let you drive your car today.”

I shrugged, “Either’s fine with me.”