Page 32 of Her Possessive Daddies

"Make yourselves comfortable," I say, heading straight for the bar cart. I need another drink. "Anyone want a nightcap?"

"I should probably switch to water," Abbie says, sinking into my leather couch. Her cheeks are flushed from the drinks, her lipstick slightly smudged. She looks... edible. Good enough to eat all night long.

Fuck me. What is happening here?

Corey sits next to her, close enough their thighs touch. The territorial glint in his eye isn't lost on me. I know him well enough to read his signals.

"Water it is." I grab two tumblers of whiskey for us and a water for her, desperately trying to ignore how electric her contact is when her fingers brush mine. I'm getting hotter than I want to be.

"Your place is gorgeous," she says, looking around with wide eyes. "Those windows..."

"The view's even better from the balcony." I can't believe I'm saying this. Flirting is second nature to me, has been since college. But this isn't some random girl at a bar.

This is Corey's girl. His girl. The same friend who's been there through everything - business deals, breakups, that clusterfuck in Vegas we never talk about.

I drop into the armchair across from them, loosening my tie. The way she follows the movement with her eyes makes my pulse spike.

"Seth's being modest," Corey says. "This whole building's his baby. He designed it himself."

"Really?" She leans forward, genuinely interested, and I catch a glimpse of cleavage that makes my mouth go dry.

This is such a bad idea. Such a monumentally terrible idea. But I can't seem to tear my eyes away from her, can't stop the way my body responds when she laughs at something I say.

I need her to leave. Now. Before I do something stupid.

Before I forget my friend had first dibs.

Abbie stands unsteadily to wander around my living room, trailing her fingers along the custom bookshelves. Her eyes catch on every detail - the abstract art, the vintage record player, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights. The way she takes it all in, genuinely fascinated, does something to me I don't want to examine too closely.

"Remember that time we broke into the dean's office?" Corey's laugh pulls my attention back. "Seth convinced him we were there to fix the AC."

"While you sweet-talked his secretary." I take another sip of whiskey, watching Corey's hand settle on Abbie's thigh as she sits back down next to him. "We were lucky campus security didn't catch us."

"What were you trying to do?" She curls into Corey's side, and something hot and unwelcome coils within me.

"Change our grades in Calculus." I lean back, loosening my tie further. "Corey was failing spectacularly."

"I was not failing-"

"You wrote 'pizza' as an answer to a derivative question."

"It was three AM! I was hungry!"

Abbie's laugh fills the room, rich and genuine. "Did it work?"

"Not even close." I grin, remembering. "We got caught by the janitor instead. Had to clean the entire science building for a month."

"Worth it though." Corey's thumb traces circles on Abbie's leg. "That's where we met Angela."

“Who is Angela?”, she asks.

"Seth dated her for six months." Corey smirks. "Until she caught him with her roommate."

"In my defense," I hold up my hands, "I thought they were the same person. They were identical twins."

Abbie's eyes sparkle with amusement. The alcohol's given her cheeks a pretty flush, made her more relaxed. More touchable.

I need another drink.

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