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Oakley laughs and grabs a burger before she answers. "It didn't go. I canceled again."
“Again?” Vayda asks, confused. “But he’s so hot, and I know how much he likes you. This is the second time you canceled on him? The first time was almost two weeks ago.”
My head shoots up, and my gaze meets Oakley’s as Vayda busies herself with adding more cheese and pickles to her burger. Two weeks ago I had Oakley in my bathroom, kissing and feeling her lips wrapped around my cock—two weeks ago I thought I made a mistake.
Could it be possible that she canceled the date because of what happened between us? For a second, hope blooms in my chest like a rose in spring when a dark cloud of ash smothers the bud. It doesn’t matter what we feel for each other, she’s still my daughter’s best friend.
“Yeah, I don’t know.” She shrugs carelessly. “He’s just not mature enough,” Oakley says, giving me that sultry smile that makes my dick twitch with excitement.
“Mature? Come on, Oakley. We’re nineteen. Who cares about maturity right now? You’re looking for fun, not a proposal.” Vayda laughs and sips on her soda watching Oakley with an expectant gaze.
I bite into my burger, letting the juices cover my tongue to stop myself from joining in the conversation.
“Vayda, it’s not just that,” Oakley insists. “I have my eye on someone else."
My heart pummels against the walls of my chest. Is she talking about me? Would she be that daring to mention it? Or did she meet someone else? Fuck. Jealousy rips through me harder than I ever thought possible at the thought of another man touching what I want. What I want to claim as mine.
But she isn’t mine, is she? I sigh audibly, and Oakley turns to me. “Tells us about your bad day Mr. B?” Her smile is bright and innocent as her eyes convey that I’m the guy she has an eye on. At thirty-eight, I’m more than fucking flattered.
Before I can stop myself from flirting back. “More like a bad two weeks. Seems I can’t get a hold on my current project.”
Our eyes meet, and for a second it feels like we're back in the bathroom, sexual tension humming between us.
“Dad, it’s just a bathroom,” Vayda exclaims, surprised.
“What?” I drop my burger and turn to Vayda shocked. How the hell did she find out? Oakley’s gaze is buried in her plate, avoiding both Vayda and me.
“You’ve renovated hundreds of bathrooms, how hard could it be?” Vayda laughs and shakes her head.
Relief floods my system at the close call. “I know, it’s just this one is different. It’s like it needs more personal attention than the others.”
What the hell am I doing, I chasten myself. I’m flirting with Oakley in front of Vayda, using a bathroom as an innuendo. Fuck, I need to get my head examined.
“I’m sure you’ll do just great Mr. B,” Oakley says to me with an encouraging smile, making my dick jump to life again. Goddamn, she has a way of affecting me without trying.
How on earth did I get myself in this impossible position? After Oakley walked out of that bathroom, I vowed I’d never touch her again, and here I am already hoping to again.
I down the rest of my soda and excuse myself, claiming I have a headache before I leave the girls on the patio. Oakley and I were playing on the edge of the waterfall and pretty soon one of us was going to get sucked in.
6
Oakley
I toss and turn in bed. Vayda’s silently snoring beside me, but I can’t seem to fall asleep. I’ve slept over at Vayda’s hundreds of times and yet now that I know how I feel when her dad touches me, I can’t seem to stop thinking about him, especially when I’m touching myself. I know I’m playing with fire, especially when I flirted with him in front of Vayda, but I can’t seem to help myself. Luckily, Vayda doesn’t seem to suspect anything.
I turn again and throw the covers off me. It isn’t a hot night, but it isn’t cool either. The flimsy nightshirt I pulled on barely covers my ass and still it makes me feel hot and bothered, or maybe that’s just the idea of Vayda’s dad sleeping down the hall. I grab my phone from the nightstand and check the time to see it’s almost one in the morning.
Levi is probably fast asleep, but I wonder if maybe he isn’t and is tossing and turning like I have been. I consider scrolling through social media, but I know that’s just going to wake me up even more. After a while of staring at Vayda's ceiling and counting the number of glass tubes hanging from her light fixture—twenty-seven—I get up and decide to get some water.
I pad quietly out of Vayda’s room and close her door behind me. I don’t want to wake her, knowing she’ll only ask a bunch of questions I won’t be able to answer and I’ll end up lying. I’m already lying to my best friend even if it’s not a direct lie; lies of omission are still lies. I want to tell her about the guy I met, about how hot he is and about how he drives insane, but I can't. It's like being caught in the center of a rollercoaster, and you just want to grab onto someone's hand, and right now I can’t grab V
ayda’s hand. She’ll hate me, shun me, and quite possibly bitch slap me before she tosses me out of her house if she finds out what Levi and I did in the bathroom two weeks ago.
Only a few dim lights are shining downstairs as I make my way toward the kitchen. As I step onto the cool surface of the kitchen floor, I feel desire twinge in my belly.
Levi is standing in the kitchen with a glass of liquid and watching me over the rim.
This is so fucking bad, I think before I feel my body moving toward him. I try to tell my legs to stop, but it feels I have no control over them in his presence. My entire body, every single cell, yearns to be closer to him.
