You just knew he’d take you places.
Like Narnia.
Wonderland.
Or the asylum.
I’d travel to all of them if it meant I got to taste Dean Walker.
I’d fully intended to turn his offer down, but Kate had looked at me with hope in her eyes, and lately she’d been like a ghost.
I wasn’t sure why me working for her dad gave her hope, but I knew she had spent many nights worrying about me.
I hadn’t had the best of luck lately, and maybe this was the push I needed.
Working for Mr. Walker would be like a dream considering the job I’d just been thrown from, but my continuing desire for him that had grown was a problem.
It needed shutting down.
She would forgive me for many things, but when it came to her dad, that’s one thing she’d find unforgivable, and she was already dramatic; I could just imagine the shitstorm it would cause.
I wasn’t even sure Dean found me remotely attractive after all hadn’t Kate said he saw me as a daughter, but the way he had whispered his seductive words in my ear and pressed his body close to mine even after he realised who I was led me to believe that the attraction couldn’t be just one sided.
But that didn’t matter.
As flattering as it was that someone like him would even find me remotely interesting.
He was off-limits.
But that didn’t mean I couldn’t still have my fantasy. Who was I hurting by fucking him in my head? Nobody but myself. I was torturing myself with the image of a sinful man I so desperately wanted but secretly knew I could never have.
Knowing he was a taboo made it even more exciting.
Maybe that was the appeal.
No, it was definitely him.
So, this summer I would go spend time at his estate, but I made a vow that it would be strictly business, not pleasure. As much as it pained me, I had to stick to this vow. I didn’t wantto hurt Kate after all. She had been the only one who had been there for me when Brad had ripped my life apart, what a shit friend I’d be by repaying her with fucking her daddy.
Walking to my room, I pack, sneaking a quick glance at the last text he’d sent to my phone in response to mine.
Mine was very formal, all business, exactly how I planned on acting towards him while I was there but his text was lighter, flirtier, shit, he’d even added a kiss at the end of his message but I wasn’t reading too much into it, he just liked to tease me but since when?
He’d always treated me the same way he’d treated his daughter — that was until I got on stage and danced for him.
Something about last night had changed. One night and our entire dynamic had changed, but I couldn’t think what it could be.
Although I’d not seen him in four years, when I’d started dating Brad I’d made him the centre of my universe and ultimately given him the power to destroy me, what was that saying?
Never give a man the power to destroy you, well I had unknowingly, of course.
I’d stopped doing the things I usually did, and I guess I’d forgotten how hot Dean was from all the years I hadn’t seen him. Shit, how had he gotten hotter the older he’d got.
It’s like he’d done it on purpose to torment me.
I trust you’re going to be a good girl this summer, Dean x
His text flashes across my screen. Why was he playing this game, good girl? My panties were wet just thinking how good I didn’t want to be for him.
