One night stand with my daddy's best friend

MATTHEW

"You okay?" Sandra asked as the day came to an end.

I looked up at the clock and saw it was reaching six

o'clock already. "I'm fine. Why?"

"You seem a little distracted. I hope it's not because of our new employee."

"Why would I be preoccupied with Becca?"

Sandra gave me a sideways smirk and raised her eyebrows. She knew me too well. Becca was exactly why I had been distracted all day. She'd been in her o ce less than thirty seconds and I had almost kissed her. What the hell has got into you? She's your best friend's kid.

But in the moment, when the two of us were crowded around the computer, she didn't feel like the little Becca I had known when she was a kid. She was a grown woman. A woman with curves that made my hands itch just thinking about.

Jesus, the way she looked at me could have melted the polar ice caps. And no matter how much I tried to forget about her all day, my mind kept coming back to that moment when she was so close, I could smell the shampoo in her hair and the balm on her lips.

Her lips had looked so soft and plump too. They were shaped like rosebuds and just begging to be kissed.

"I think I'm gonna call it a night," I said to Sandra. "And you should too."

"I've got some paperwork to file."

"Don't be ridiculous. You need to go home."

"Will you stop flapping around me? I'm not gonna spontaneously combust."

"Just promise me you'll go home soon." "I'll go home when I feel like it."

"Fine." It was useless arguing with her. She had an iron will and wouldn't let me do a single thing for her.

"Stop looking at me like that," she scolded, looking over the top of her glasses.

"Like what?"

"Like I'm gonna break or something. I'm pregnant, not made of glass."

"Hey, I can't help worrying." "Just go home."

"I'm going! But I'm also gonna call you in an hour to check on you."

"If you must." She sighed with exasperation but winked to ease the tone.

Gathering my things, I stepped into the elevator and noticed my reflection in the mirror.

"You could do with a vacation," I said to myself. "Your tan's fading fast."

As the doors opened, I stepped out into the empty foyer. Everyone had gone home except for the security guard, Jerry, who had just come on for night shift.

"Good evening, sir," he smiled, do ng his cap.

I was about to walk out the main door when I absentmindedly lifted my arm to check the time.

"Aw, shit!" I said, looking at my bare arm. "I left my watch in the gym."

"Want me to fetch it for you, sir?"

"No, it's okay, Jerry. I'll get it myself."

It was only a short walk to the in-house, employee-only gym facilities down in the basement floor of the building. Set up with the best equipment money could buy, it was built for the most diehard of gym rats. Back in the elevator, I cursed myself for being so stupid. "How could you just forget a ten-thousand-dollar Rolex?

You must be getting old."

Stepping out into the basement level, I inhaled the scent of the gym that was a long stretch from the stink of Bob's place. Looking through the window, I could see the rooms were almost deserted apart from a few of the company's tech guys hammering the treadmills. I kept telling them to lift more weights, to give cardio a break, but they wouldn't listen to me. I rolled my eyes as I walked past.

"Pump some iron for a change!" They all laughed but ignored me.

Snaking through the equipment, I found where I'd been practicing my dead lifts earlier in the day. To my relief, I saw the sparkle of the gold strap shimmer beneath the fluorescent lights. I picked my watch from the bench I'd left it on and quickly slipped it onto my wrist.

It wasn't a particularly sentimental piece of jewelry, but I'd bought it for myself as a treat not long after I'd booted out Olivia, and it had become a token of my wealth and freedom. Something to look down at and feel grateful for. As I turned to leave, I felt my phone buzz inside my pocket. Seeing my old buddy David's number, I felt a smile spread on my face. Since he'd passed the bar at the ripe old age of forty-five and o cially become a lawyer, I'd barely seen him. "Yo, David, how's it going? Still on for drinks tonight?" "You fucking bet I am. I've had it up to my eyeballs with

this case I'm working on. Need to cut loose."

"Awesome. Who else is coming?"

"Just Bob and Jake, I think. A nice quiet little evening with the boys."

"That's just what I need."

I headed for the elevator, barely paying attention to my surroundings until I passed a mirror and realized someone else was in the room apart from me and the tech guys. At first, I caught a hint of blonde hair and the achingly beautiful sight of Lycra yoga pants hugging a tight, curvy body. Then I heard a tiny grunt as a twenty-pound kettle bell was snatched and lifted.

I paused and watched the figure. I wasn't the type of guy to just stand and gape at a woman's body, but even I had to make an exception in this circumstance.

Holy shit!

It was a body even I would have trouble improving.

Strong, toned, and curvaceous, it was pure perfection.

Once again, she grunted, squatted, and snatched the kettle bell up to her shoulder, flicking the hair from eyes as she straightened. Only then could I see her face clearly.

Becca? Fuck! She looks like one bad ass motherfucking chick.

I already knew she was an adult and that her days as a little girl were over, but as I watched her move, I was hit by the realization that she was one tough woman. Not a single inch of her contained the kid I used to know. Even the look in her eyes was different.

I was mesmerized by her moves, and the sounds of exertion created a little flutter of excitement in my stomach. Watching her body in the mirror, I saw that her solid abs were covered in sweat and her rounded muscular shoulders glistened. What I would have done to kiss those shoulders, to drift my fingertips over those washboard abs. What I would give

to run my hands down her sweat covered body and feel the heat coming through those tight pants.

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To my horror, I began to grow hard and tried my hardest to stifle the overwhelming sense of arousal that invaded my body. But my visual feast was about to come to an end. Sensing she was being stared at, her eyes caught mine in the mirror and she froze.

"Hey," she said after regaining her composure. "I had no idea you were watching me." She looked less than pleased to see my slack-jawed face.

"I just came down here to grab this," I said, pointing to my watch. "I accidentally left it earlier."

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Cool. Have a nice night." She stared at me, waiting for me to leave.

"Yeah, you too," I replied, walking away.

But as I reached the door, I couldn't stop myself looking over my shoulder to take one last look. She was still staring in my direction, a little smirk on her lips as she gave me a cheeky wave goodbye. She knew how good she looked and knew the effect she had on me.

Get your head out of your ass! I told myself. Becca's ofl limits.

You can never look at her like that again!

"What's up, guys?"

As the last one to show up, I found the boys crammed around a table close to the stage. Thankfully, we weren't at Gad's again, but a cozy little jazz club where everything from the drinks to the music to the men were all smooth. "Matthew!" Bob grinned as he looked up and saw me. "You're a bit late to the game."

"Got caught in tra c. It's gridlocked out there."

I slipped off my coat and took a seat just as a pretty young waitress appeared. With big eyes, high cheekbones, and glossy lips, she was obviously attractive, but she couldn't hold a candle to Becca.

There you are, thinking about her again. Get her the fuck out of your head.

"What are you having?" the waitress purred. "Scotch and soda."

"Coming right up." She smiled and sauntered off with a deliberate sway of her hips.

"Ooo la la!" Jake grinned, slapping his hands together. He'd always had a soft spot for the ladies. Not that they had one for him. If anything, they were repulsed by him. It wasn't that he was unattractive. He was rich, reasonable looking, owned a restaurant, and drove nice cars. He even had a vacation home in California. But he tended to eye girls like they were meat and he hadn't eaten in a week. Even now, he was staring at the waitress' ass as though he was ready to chomp down

on it.

"Cut that out," Bob said, looking disgusted. "She's at least half your age."

"Yeah," David chimed in. "How old do you reckon she is?

Twenty-three? Something like that?"

"Exactly," Bob agreed. "She's the same age as my Becca, and if I ever caught one of you looking at her like that..." He widened his eyes threateningly and shook a fist playfully.

My stomach flipped and I tried to look the other way. "How is Becca, anyway?" David asked, turning to me.

"She started work today, right?"

"Didn't really see her much," I lied. "I mean, apart from this morning when I logged her onto the system."

"You think she'll do okay?" Bob asked, concern filling his eyes.

"She's a bright girl. I'm sure she'll do fine."

"Yeah, I thought so," Bob said proudly, looking down into his drink with a smile. "She's got a real strong head on her shoulders. And she's sensible too, ambitious, driven. When she puts her mind to something, she'll really do it."

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"I can see that," I thought out loud, remembering her strength and determination in the gym. "She's really got her head in the game."

"Oh, yeah definitely," Bob replied, nodding his head. "She has to work at full speed or nothing. She pretty much sailed through college."

"It's crazy, isn't it?" Jake asked as he sipped on his Guinness. "It seems like yesterday she was this little tomboy and now she's this fully-grown woman grabbing life by the balls."

"I know, makes me feel old," Bob mused with a shake of his head. "She's not my baby girl anymore that's for sure. In a couple years, she'll be the same age her mother was when she had her. How crazy is that?" There was a ripple of surprise around the table. "Already?" David announced. "Man, I remember when

Becca was born!"

"Me too!" I agreed. "Feels like yesterday."

"Time flies," Bob replied. "Nope. Becca's not a baby anymore. Can't help but feel she's getting away from me. You know she's moving into her own apartment soon." "She is?"

"She spent all last night looking for one."

"Don't look so sad," David said, leaning over to pat Bob on the back. "She'll always be your little princess."

But Bob didn't look convinced. "Nah," he replied. "I think her little princess days are over."

His misery was cut short when the waitress reappeared with my drink. She smiled as she set it down, bending down far enough so we all caught a glimpse of her cleavage. "Enjoy, Mr. Banks."

"Oooh. She knows who you are," Jake joked from across the table.

"Of course, I do," she replied, straightening. "I've seen your commercials on TV. Say, you wouldn't consider me for one of your ads, would you? I'm fit too." She licked her teeth and raised her shirt up to reveal a trim, muscular, tanned waist. "Wow!" Jake howled, his eyes almost popping out his head.

"Uh, I'll get back to you," I said, not impressed. She was hot, but she even wasn't close to Becca, and she wasn't anywhere near as charming or cute either. "Thanks for the drink," I said, tipping her twenty dollars. "Have a good night." She stood next to our table for a second, as though she was waiting for me to fall at her feet. When I didn't, she just stared at the cash, huffed, and walked away.

"She did not like that," Bob observed dryly, watching her storm off. "Although I gotta admit, you were a bit shitty with her."

"I was no such thing," I laughed. "Besides, what did she think I was gonna do? Fawn all over her and cast her in my next commercial just because she flashed some flesh at me?" "Man, the things I would do to her," Jake groaned, still ogling her from across the room.

"Jake, I think you have a problem," I joked. "You've been single too long."

But he wasn't listening because his attention had been captured by another pretty girl walking across the room, a customer wearing a long red dress.

"Fuck," he said. "Look at that." "She's not a zoo exhibit," I told him.

"Shameless," Bob jeered. "You should be ashamed of himself. That's someone's daughter."