Chapter Seventeen
Bella
I’ve stolen Reed’s keys out of the drawer of his desk. He’s in a meeting with someone from marketing and I didn’t need to attend so I’ve taken the opportunity to leave a little present for him in his car.
I exit the elevator into the parking garage and head towards Reed’s SUV. Opening the driver’s door I look around me before reaching under my skirt and pulling my panties down.
They’re still damp from earlier, covered in both our releases. I place them in the center console where they’ll be obvious to see, the white lace a stark contrast to the black leather interior.
If he can’t have me for the next few nights, at least he has a little keepsake of me.
A grin splits my face from ear to ear as I make my way back up to the office.
***
“Bella, can you take my car and drive yourself home tonight?” My dad questions as he walks into my office, Reed is following closely behind him.
“Yeah, sure, is everything okay?” I query.
“Oh, all is fine, darling. Reed and I have just got to run an errand, so he’ll drop me home later.”
“Are you going now?” It’s mad how my gut twists at Reed leaving early — at me losing an hour or two of his time.
“Yep,” my Dad responds. “I’ll see you later tonight.” He starts walking out the door while Reed lingers.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” I murmur.
“I hate this,” he says quietly, checking over his shoulder to ensure my father isn’t still near.
“I do too, but we’ve only got a few more days and then we can come clean.”
“I’ll call you tonight, baby girl. Make sure you answer your phone.” His eyes narrow on me as he backs out of the office.
“Always,” I whisper to him.
It’s not until my father and Reed are long gone that I remember my earlier errand.
SHIT! My panties!
Reed
“Well, well, well — what have you been up to, you old dog?” I’m climbing into the driver’s side of my SUV when George’s words hit me.
What is he talking about?
I turn to face him in the car and freeze. My face pales as the blood drains from it. Hanging from his pointer finger is a white lace thong.
His daughter’s white lace thong.
A thong that is still damp from our orgasms.
Fuck me!
“Someone’s been having a good time,” he laughs, totally unaware of the heart attack I’m currently experiencing.
“Here,” he hands them to me. “You might want to keep these for later.” He gives me a sly wink and turns to fasten his seatbelt.
What. The. Fuck?!
I’m a mixture of turned on and horrified. My little brat has left me her panties. On any given day that would be a gift I would gladly accept. It’s hot as fuck. But it is quickly doused in ice cold fucking water when it’s her father that discovers them.
He’s going to kill me when he finds out, murder me in cold blood.
I am a dead man walking.