Page 28 of His Good Girl

“How ironic, I found myself missing you tonight, too.” I hold the phone out so he can see what shirt I'm wearing then pan over to the TV where Varsity Blues is playing.

“Now you’re just being mean, watching my favorite movie while looking sexy as fuck in my shirt, all while I'm miles away,” he teases as his voice deepens.

I bite my lower lip to stop myself from smiling too much before I move the camera back to me.

“God, Lex, you’re beautiful, you know that?” The joking tone in his voice is gone, his eyes drinking me in. I don’t know how to take compliments like this. I'm used to being called hot or sexy, but to have someone call me beautiful in an almost reverent tone is so foreign to me. As I muddle through how to respond, another call beeps in.

Incoming Call: Dad

What the fuck? I mentally try to calculate the last time my dad called when it wasn’t a holiday or birthday and come up blank.

“Hey, Finn, sorry, but my dad is calling, which happens, well…never. I think I should take it.”

“Yeah, of course.” His voice softens. “See you in a few days, Lex.” I smile and disconnect with Finn, switching to the line with my dad.

“Hi, Dad.” I sound way too chipper, my go-to response when I’m trying to cover up unwanted emotions, but I'm panicking and don’t know how to act.

“Hey, Alexis, how are you doing?” My brain short-circuits, and I can’t think of anything to say. I hop up and start pacing, pulling at my hair. It’s a nervous tick I thought I had outgrown, but apparently not.

“Hello, Alexis, are you still there?”

Dammit. “Oops, yeah, sorry, I…uh. I dropped my phone. What did you say?” He laughs awkwardly. At least I’m not alone in that, huh?

“I asked how you are doing. Have classes started back up yet?” What is happening? He has literally never asked me about school or anything. “I’m good, classes start in two weeks, but I took a summer class so I could work in a couple extra courses and possibly apply to an advanced program in the spring.”

“Wow, what advanced program are you thinking about?”

“I’m almost done with my kinesiology degree and debating going into physical therapy.”

“That’s very impressive, Alexis.”

I’m sweating, why am I sweating? I must be having a stroke or some psychotic episode because no way in hell am I having this conversation with my dad.

“Thanks. I’m also moving this weekend. I’ve been sharing an apartment with Marcee, my best friend, but for our last year, we decided to have our own places.”

“You’re moving this weekend?”

“Yep, I get the keys to my place on Thursday and the movers will be here Friday morning to haul the big stuff over, and then Marcee’s dad is coming to help us unpack and get settled.”

“I thought you said you’re getting separate places, why would her dad be with you?”

My palms start sweating again as I look down at the shirt I’m wearing. Oh, you know, because I fucked him in the bathroom at a club, before he made me squirt in his car, then gave him a blowjob in his kitchen before he ate me out…let’s not forget going at it on his desk.

Clearing my throat, hoping to stem the spiral of thoughts. “We got apartments in the same building, so if I need help, I’m sure he will be willing, but he’ll be here to help his own kid, of course.” I hope that was a coherent response, but I get nervous as the silence stretches. I'm a second away from blabbering when he finally speaks.

“I could come.”

“Come again?” For a second, my mind goes completely blank from the shock of his words.

“I was supposed to go to a conference this weekend, but there’s a hurricane headed that way and it was cancelled. I could ask my assistant to leave those days open and come help, if you want.”

My voice fails me, and tears well up in my eyes. Well, this is fucking embarrassing.

“S-sure. I mean, yes, yeah, that…uh, that would be nice, Dad.”

“Okay, then I will. I'm sending you my assistant's number; text her your new address so she can book me a hotel, and I'll see you on Friday.”

“Sounds good, see you then.”