Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Slipping on my fuzzy slippers, I quickly open the door to my bedroom and look out onto the second floor landing. There’s no one around, and the house is totally silent. George is probably downstairs on this lazy Saturday afternoon, enjoying his peace. Well, that peace is about to be disturbed.
Slowly, I creep down and peer into the kitchen. Nope, it’s all silent. The sunlight streams through the window over the sink, making dust motes sparkle in the air. Everything is spic and span and the counters gleam.
Then I peer into the living room. Nope, no George there either. Again, it’s pristine, with its beige couches, a huge sixty-five inch flatscreen TV, and a luxurious mohair rug. But none of that makes an impression on me today. I’m looking for a certain someone to help, and he’s not here.
Finally, I pad over to the hallway by the living room and take a deep breath before knocking on George’s office door. He keeps a home office, and uses the space to catch up on work during weekends. Hopefully he’s inside, and not out playing tennis or grabbing a bite.
“George?” I call. My voice comes out a little weak and I clear it a bit. “It’s Kayla.”
There’s utter silence.
“George?” I call again. “It’s Kayla. I need your help.” This time, my voice is more insistent.
There’s a shuffling sound from inside, and then a deep voice booms, “Come.”
Hesitantly, I open the door and stick my head inside. My gorgeous ex-stepdad is seated at his desk, looking as formidable as can be. He has dark chestnut hair swept back from a patrician brow, as well as piercing blue eyes and a deep cleft in his chin. He looks like Dr. McSteamy from Grey’s Anatomy, although my mom’s ex has brown hair and not salt and pepper locks like the actor.
“Hi,” I manage to squeak with a small smile. “Can I come in?”
George merely gazes at me with those blue eyes and then nods his head. My pulse races and suddenly I realize what I’m about to do. I’m about to ask my ex-stepdad for help with a very personal problem. But can I summon the courage, when he’s so handsome and appealing? Well, it’s too late now because I’m out of the frying pan and into the fire.
4
George
I feel like a lecherous old man the minute Kayla peeps into my office. Holy hell, my ex-stepdaughter is beautiful. Her chestnut hair halos her face, revealing dimples in her cheeks, big brown eyes, and lips that were made to be kissed.
Kissed? What the hell am I thinking? Yet it’s true. Kayla must be about twenty or so now. We’ve always gotten along fine. We never had a typical father-daughter relationship because she was too old by the time I married her mom. As a result, we settled into a peaceful side-by-side existence. It worked because my money provided Kayla and Victoria a luxurious lifestyle, whereas Victoria provided me with a green card. It’s reprehensible, I know, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
Nonetheless, Kayla’s changed ever since she left for college. She was always on the bigger side, but now the girl is utterly ripe. She’s got melon-sized breasts and hips that sway, which I follow with rapt eyes as she sashays into my office. But she doesn’t sit in the chair opposite my desk. Instead, she remains standing by my desk and offers me a weak smile.
“Hi George, I need your help,” she says, yanking the sash on her robe tighter. Why in the hell is she even wearing a robe right now? It’s the middle of the day, and the outfit isn’t swimsuit cover-up. It’s a silky pink satin number that slithers and sighs as she moves.
“Hi honey. How can I help you?” I ask. “I don’t remember college biology or college chemistry, so I can’t assist with any problem sets,” I add with a wry smile.
She colors.
“Oh no, it’s not that. I’m not taking biology, chemistry, or any science classes, for that matter,” she says. “I’m an economics major, remember?”
I furrow my brow. That’s right. This woman is into supply and demand, and not so much bacteria and microbes.
I steeple my hands, nodding.
“Right. That’s true. I’m sorry I forgot. So how can I help you?” I ask in a neutral tone, careful not to betray my body’s arousal. After all, a half-dressed twenty-year-old woman has just stepped into my office. How can any man not feel the attraction?
Kayla goes beet red then, and it’s very fetching.
“Well, I have a problem, and it does have to do with science actually,” she begins. “Anatomy, in fact.”
Suddenly, I hold one hand up, palm out in the air.
“Wait a minute, do you hear something?” I ask, looking around quizzically. “I swear, there’s a buzzing sound. Is it your phone? Or is that some type of alarm?” I ask, confused.