And fuck me pumps.
Couple that with encouraging my long curls to go wild for the night and no wonder my partner in crime had been sporting a thick bulge from the minute I’d opened the door.
You bet I’d pulled out the stops to throw in my father’s face that I had a life to live. He needed to get used to the fact I wasn’t going to be his go-to girl to sing his praises.
There was no such thing as being too prepared to walk into my father’s lair.
My father expected perfection.
No, he expected me to be someone I wasn’t.
A perfect angel who would do anything he wanted no matter the circumstances or the outcome and to do so without asking a single question.
I might have been raised that way, but I certainly hadn’t performed to the best of my ability.
At least according to him.
Maybe that’s why I was all hot and bothered, beads of perspiration tickling both sides of my neck.
I’d been forced to live by my father’s rules while accepting his money for college, which I often regretted, but no longer.
Sure, I’d felt guilty given the amount of money my parents had spent even with insurance coverage, but after I’d grown into an adult, I’d come to realize there was no reason to feel guilty. They were my parents after all and their net worth was in the high millions.
If there was one thing I’d learned from being my father’s daughter, it was that money couldn’t buy happiness. My parents were two of the most miserable people I’d ever met.
“You can turn up the air if you need to,” my date told me. Was he grinning?
So I did, flicking the knob to high. Which didn’t do much of anything.
I was so anxious that I leaned over, fanning my face in such a way as to try to push more air in my direction.
Now I was panting like some wild animal.
Hearing a slight chuckle, I snapped my head in his direction. “Are you making fun of me?”
“How could I make fun of a woman so beautiful?”
“Uh-huh. You’re just trying to get on my good side.”
As soon as he rolled to a stop at a traffic light, he threw me a look that could easily ignite a fire. “Maybe. Is it working?”
“Very funny. I don’t think your air conditioning is working at full capacity.”
“Maybe I just make you hot. Did you ever think of that?”
Very slowly, I threw him a look. “Nice try, but no. You’re average at best.”
“Oh, a win with the zingers.”
I couldn’t help but smile. The truth was every time I looked at him, I wanted to jump straight into his lap. That wasn’t like me in the least. I was a good girl.
Well, most of the time.
So why had all my thoughts since asking him to join me for dinner been about devouring him instead of food? It didn’t make any sense to me. Sure, he was hot, but my pussy was throbbing to the point I was ready to drive my fingers between my legs to garner some relief.
And forget about my nipples. They were swollen and so red I’d been concerned for a little while after taking a shower.
“Can I ask you a question?” I threw out.
