“Good,” I said, deciding that coming back here was wrong. I should’ve stayed in the damn seat and listened to the frat-boy conversation between the annoying asshole and the annoying asshole’s friend.
I pushed the restroom door open, but Mr. Bryne snatched my wrist and pulled me back. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To use the bathroom.”
He pulled me back out into the small hallway and took a step closer to me. “We both know that’s not why you followed me.”
I raised a brow at him, trying to keep myself calm. “And why do you think I followed you?”
He smirked, his fingers running up my sides. “How’s Mason doing?” he asked, leaning down, his nose brushing against my neck.
I shivered and placed my hands firmly against his chest, but I didn’t push him away. His hands roamed my body, falling lower and lower until he was squeezing my ass.
“He’s doing fine.”
“Fine?” he asked, chuckling in my ear.
I could feel my nipples stiffen against my bra, and all I could think about were his lips all over my breasts last weekend, kissing, sucking, biting every part of me.
“He treats you—”
“Fine. He treats me fine.” I gathered all my strength and pushed him away, glancing over at Mason, who was flirting with that woman.
God, it was awful to stay with him after what I had done … but he had done so much for Mom. Without him, I’d have to drop out of college—and I was so close to finishing—just to pay the bills, and even then, the prices in the city were too high to live off of a single shitty income.
I pursed my lips together and glanced at my feet. “You know what?” I turned away, about to walk back down the hallway. “Don’t talk to—”
He seized my wrist again, pulling me close to him until our bodies were nearly pressing together. He set his arm around my waist, his fingers dancing on my lower back. “I like this dress on you.”
My breath caught in my throat, a weird feeling spreading through my body. It was a feeling that I should have never ever felt for my best friend’s father.
He smirked against my neck, his stubble grazing against it and making me shiver. I took a deep breath, listening to Mason’s voice in the bar, chuckling with that woman.
I yanked myself out of Mr. Bryne’s grasp, reluctantly stepped away, and looked him up and down. “What happened between us was a one-time thing. It won’t happen again.”
But, boy, was I wrong.
CHAPTER10
MIA
“Her dad is so fucking hot,” one of the sorority girls said, lowering her sunglasses and staring at Mr. Bryne.
Melissa was throwing the biggest end-of-the-summer party that I had ever seen with nearly a hundred people at her father’s house—mostly guys and some girls from our college. And of course, Mr. Bryne was here, as it was his day off of work.
Something about the way that chick had said it made me clench my jaw. I didn’t know what it was because I definitely—definitely—didn’t care about Mr. Bryne like that. He was just my best friend’s dad, just a guy I’d fucked, just a man I thought about when I needed something to get me off.
Nothing more.
And he would never be anything more.
I would spend the rest of my life with Mason.
Only Mason.
I took a deep breath and watched her adjust her tiny bikini, which showed way too much boob, if you asked me. But, hey, I didn’t care. Not one fucking bit.
She put her glasses back on and smiled at the other girls around her. “The things I would do to sleep with him.” She bit her fake lip and threw her head back, overexaggerating every single thing she did. Probably to get his attention.
