Page 32 of The Prez’s Daughter

“I have not seen him since that disastrous date.”

He gritted his teeth. He didn’t even like the memory of her being near him, or Andy touching her.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, he watched as Charlotte made her way toward the sink and drained the spaghetti.

“It’s a good thing I came when I did, otherwise you would have overcooked that spaghetti,” he said.

She laughed. “I kind of overcook mine. I don’t like my spaghetti with bite. I know, I know, I’m a terrible person, but I like my pasta soft. Not mushy, but soft.” She wrinkled her nose.

“I don’t care as long as it’s edible.”

She chuckled. “Hopefully, this will be.”

There was not a lot of pasta, and he watched as she added some of the sauce to the pot of drained pasta, along with some parmesan cheese. Within minutes, she had the spaghetti divided between the two bowls, complete with four meatballs each, but they were not overly large. Just the right size and ratio. They looked absolutely delicious. She sprinkled more grated parmesan on top.

She went to pick up their bowls, but he grabbed them and walked toward the dining room table. He noticed she didn’t pick up a fork until after he’d taken a bite. He decided to cut into a meatball and take a bite, shocked by how much flavor was inside. It was absolutely delicious, and he finished the other half of the meatball with a full bite.

“Wow,” he said.

“You like it?”

“Love it, babe, I love it.”

He noticed whenever he called her “babe,” her cheeks would go a beautiful shade of red. Reaching across the table, he gripped her hand tightly and gave it a squeeze.

“So, did you have a good day?” he asked.

She talked about her time with Maeve. The shop was opening up again next week, and she had been excelling in her courses. Maeve was also happy with her makeup application. She had come a long way from looking like some kind of horror movie character.

He was falling for this woman. That was what he thought as he listened to her.

Savage never had time for any woman. Sure, he was polite, but the moment he got what he wanted, he was more than happy to kick them to the curb and never have anything to do with them again. Charlotte was not like any other woman he had ever met.

He knew the age gap was a problem. He was thirty fucking years old, and she was nearly nineteen. But being around Charlotte, he couldn’t help himself. The age ceased to matter.

Her smile fucking sucker-punched him. Her sweetness was addictive. And he wanted to claim every part of her. He wanted to be a selfish bastard and keep her all to himself.

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Charlotte turned off the en-suite bathroom light and made her way into the bedroom. Savage was nowhere to be seen. He’d already taken a shower, as she insisted he do while she handled the dishes.

Stepping out of the bedroom, she made her way into the main room, finding Savage at the window. He stood, wearing nothing, looking out the window. She had never seen him naked. He was covered in ink, and she knew she was completely out of her depth. His ass was to her, and she couldn’t help but lick her suddenly dry lips.

“Hey,” she said.

Savage turned his head, but not his whole body. She didn’t know if she was going to be able to handle seeing him naked.

She wore a stretch negligee. It was a plain purple one, with lace trim. Nothing sexy about it, just a simple negligee to sleep in. Also, the fabric had been washed so many times that it was faded, with a few bobbles of fabric across the whole thing.

His gaze wandered up and down her body. “You know we shouldn’t be doing this,” he said. “When Doc finds out, and he will, he is going to fucking kill me.”

“My dad ... it doesn’t matter who I’m with, and it’s not like we’ve done anything.”

“Damn it, Charlotte. I’ve had my face in your pussy. That is not doing nothing. Do you know how hard it is to keep my fucking hands off you?” he asked, and spun around to face her. He was naked, and his cock was rock-hard.

“You’re a virgin. You deserve fucking better than me. Right now, all I want to do is pick you up, take you to bed, slide my cock balls-deep inside you, and come hard. I want to make you mine, so no other man has any appeal to you. That is what I want to do to you. Even when I want to do the right thing, I also want to do very bad things to you. Very naughty things.”

If he thought he was scaring her, he was very much wrong. Charlotte knew she could turn her back on him, go to bed, and tell him it was done and finished. He could leave her alone, and they would take this to their graves. She knew her father would be disappointed, but over the years, she had seen her father’s disappointment. She loved him. He was a great dad, but there had been times he had gotten things so very wrong. She was not going to allow his judgment to stop her from living her life.