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Oh no.
No no no no.
Please no.
“Oh, um, I’m John Rocco’s daughter,” she said.
I leaned in and asked, stunned, “Isabelle?”
She looked happy I’d remembered her name. “Yeah!”
Oh my God.
I was just hitting on Johnny’s daughter.
And she washowold? Nineteen? Holy fuck, did I ever feel like amassivecreep. Did she know that I’d been flirting with her just then? Surely, she did. She wasn’t a kid anymore. Isabelle was a bombshell now. She had to knowwhen men were hitting on her, which had to be every single time she left the house.
Should I say something? Apologize? Act like it didn’t happen?
“I’m sorry, Isabelle,” I grumbled at last. “I didn’t even recognize you. I feel like an ass.”
She shook her head. “No, no. It’s totally my fault. I should’ve said something. I assumed you knew it was me.”
“Not at all,” I said with a chuckle. “Last time I saw you, you must’ve been this tall.” I held my hand level with my navel. “But now—”
But now?Some terrible craving demandedthat I steal another glance at her tits. Butno, God no!That was beyond wrong. She’s my best friend’s kid! What the hell was wrong with me?
“—butwow, Isabelle,” I said once the temptation subsided. “You’re lucky, you know.”
She flashed an innocent smile. “Yeah? What makes me lucky?”
“You inherited your mom’s beauty instead of your dad’s looks.”
She laughed, and I could breathe a sigh of relief. I’d gotten away with it. With one small joke at her dad’s expense, the two of us could move on and pretend like I was never trying to pick her up.
“Yeah, I definitely look more like my mom,” she said, grinning. “But hey, I inherited at leastonegood thing from my dad’s genetics.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“The big hockey butt.” She glanced down her shoulder, peeking at her own booty, as if she had to be reminded how pert and amazing it was. She slightly turned her backside to me, as if she wantedmeto notice her perfect butt, too. Every cell in my body screamed that I take her up on her offer—butno,I couldn’t.
Somehow, I stayed strong. I refused to look.
“That’s funny,” I grumbled through a clenched jaw. “Us hockey players do have big butts, don’t we?”
“You sure do! It’s gotta be from all that skating.” Isabelle wasn’t struggling with the same moral dilemma I was, apparently, because she made no attempt to conceal her blatant peek at my ass. “Mm. I do love a nice ass on a guy.”
Fuck.Was Ireallydoing this with Johnny’s daughter?
I glanced at my watch. “Where is your dad, anyway?” As far as I was concerned, the sooner Johnny showed up, the better.
“He should be here soon, I think?” She shrugged. “We came separately. I was at a birthday dinner thing earlier.”
“Oh, that’s right. Hey, happy birthday,” I said, cringing at the fact that this young lady I was just flirting had only turned nineteentoday. “Got big plans tonight to celebrate?”
“I’m going to a party with my friends,” she said nonchalantly. “But it won’t be too wild. I don’t like to make a big deal out of my birthday. Besides, we’re all pretty busy with work and school. Can’t be out late partying all the time, you know?”
“Good girl. Keep your focus on the things that matter.”
