Brooklyn
I’d left Mr Walkers building a little more excited than I had arrived, I’d been terrified as the shivers had crawled through my body, each time he’d come near me my body had yearned for more, just something as simple as his warm breath had the excitement spreading between my legs. But that was wrong.
I shouldn’t have been looking at him the way I had or been having the kind of thoughts that I was having.
After all, Dean Walker was my best friend’s dad.
I should be grateful he had offered me a job, but I could barely contain my hormones around him tonight, so how was I supposed to live with him for the summer.
The way his eyes roamed across my body.
I wasn’t sure if he was just appeasing my girlish fantasy.
I’d always had a crush on Dean Walker, well we all had, of course I’d never told Kate how fuckable her hot daddy was.
“Hey babe, so—.” Looking up, I glance at my friend.
I’m hoping she doesn’t see the guilt on my face.
She wasn’t up when I finally got home last night.
But I was relieved.
Her very naughty daddy had made me so fucking wet from the slight teasing moments that I was an emotional wreck once I stumbled into the apartment.
“Funny thing.”
“Uh oh.”
“Uh oh is right. Why didn’t you tell me it was your dad I was interviewing with?”
“I knew you wouldn’t go.” She says sheepishly.
“Damn right I wouldn’t go, Kate, geez, I mean do you know how embarrassing it was dancing on a pole—falling flat on my ass—but still, dancing on a pole; in front of your dad.”
“You didn’t.” She laughs,
“Oh, but I did.”
“So, did you get it?”
“The dancing job?” She nods, “No, Kate, I didn’t.”
“What.” she screams. “Why not?” I’m just waiting for her to flap her arms in the air and stamp her feet in true dramatic Kate form.
“Did you not hear what I said.”
“But—my dad loves you.” I scoffed at her remark, “What, he does, you’re like a daughter to him.” Some might take this as a compliment, but the way he’d acted last night, her words made my skin crawl.
“I’m going to call him.”
“No.”
“Come on, Brook, he can give you another shot.”
I sigh, “He offered me a different job. He seemed to take offence that I’d even want to dance at his club.”
“Oh, yay.” She jumps up and down, clapping her hands.
“Why are you excited? I didn’t say yes.”
“What do you mean you didn’t say yes? What was the job?”
“He wasn’t specific, something about staying and helping him at home over the summer.”
“So you’d have to stay there?” I nod. “Oh Brook, you should do it.” She wouldn’t be saying that if she knew the sinful thoughts I had about her daddy.
“What are you waiting for?”
“I’m just not sure it’s the best idea.”
“Oh sure, I get it, been holed up in a gorgeous house with a pool for the entire summer sounds—just torturous, honestly babe, why don’t you go, try it out and if you don’t like it—well just come back.”
“I’m not sure.”
“What if I come up with you for the first week?”
“That might work.” That would be better, I could get over my childish fantasy.
It’s not like I’d try to seduce her dad while she was there. Shit, what was I saying? Like Dean Walker would even be interested in somebody like me.
Mr. Walker. I accept your job proposal. Your daughter will be joining me for the first week. We leave tonight. Brooklyn.
I wait painfully for a response back, while listening to Kate say ‘well,’ three million times before my phone finally buzzes with a response.
Brooklyn, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Dean? I’m glad you rethought over my offer. See you girls when you arrive. Dean x
“What did he say?” She excitedly asks.
“See you soon.”
She hurriedly rushes off to pack. She seems more excited about this job than I am, but why wouldn’t she? She’s going home to see her dad, and I can work on getting over the crush I have on her dad.
I’m still not sure that going to his home for six weeks is the best idea under the circumstances, but what’s the worst that could happen.
Before the interview at his club, I’d kept my desire for him secret, and I thought I’d done a very good job of hiding it, but there was just something seductive about the way he had acted towards me.
Something had stirred deep within me. It was like a button that was stuck. He’d pressed it, and now it was stuck. I knew it was wrong.
Maybe I should just find some unsuspecting victim to fuck before I went to Mr. Walker’s, but I wasn’t the type of girl who just jumped from bed to bed; after all, I hadn’t had sex in three years.
I couldn’t understand how people jumped from partner to partner.
After Brad had trampled all over my heart, I wasn’t ashamed to admit that it had knocked my confidence. Not that I hadn’t had offers from men over the years because I had.
I just hadn’t felt any real excitement from another man. Well, except for Mr. Walker, of course, but that’s just because I was horny.
I just needed to keep my desires at bay because he was a limit I couldn’t cross.
Kate would never forgive me if I tried to seduce her dad.
Even if he did instantly soak my panties with that one dark look of promise.
No, he was dangerous.
The kind of dangerous you had to stay away from.
The question remained, though: could I stay away from the danger that my body secretly yearned for.
That was a question I just didn’t have the answers to but going to stay with him wasn’t going to help me which is why I’d said no in the first place but I couldn’t tell Kate why I didn’t want to accept the job offer, she hated it when her friends got a crush on her dad and out of all of our friends the one person she’d never suspected of having a crush on him was me.
I’d gotten really good at hiding it over the years, but now I was older, I couldn’t control how my body reacted to him. If last night taught me anything, it taught me that my body craved Dean Walker.
I’d been friends with Kate most of my life, and while it had felt like we’d drifted apart over the last few months, I still wasn’t sure that I could hurt her by fucking her very hot daddy.
I’d tried to let go of my crush, but he’d crawled under my skin. He was an enigma; in his presence, it was like magic.
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 want to 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.
I’d never wanted to be bad at anything, but for Dean Walker, I wanted to remodel the word bad and show him exactly what a good girl I wasn’t.
Of course, Mr Walker.
I groan at the formality I put across to him once again, but that’s what I had to do, create a distance and look at this summer as a business transaction, nothing more.
I mean, it couldn’t hurt if I eye fucked him in secret, but anything beyond that was purely business.
I would not fall for Mr. Walker.