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ALEX

Bangingon my bedroom door startles me awake, except this time I’m not in the middle of an erotic dream. I didn’t dream all night, well, all morning, since it was past four when we finally called it a night.

It’s hard to dream when you pass out from exhaustion.

Elise is wrapped all around my body, and her hand is dangerously close to my morning wood. She looks innocent when she sleeps, but I saw the real her. The one that stepped out from one of my fantasies.

The Elise from last night is nothing like the Elise who works for Dad. She’s carefree, sexy, and fun. And oh so eager to please.

The loud bangs continue on the door. It’s a damn good thing I locked the door, not because I’m embarrassed Elise is here, but because right now,the cover is only covering her left leg and her deliciously sweet pussy.

Her perfect nipples are already in stiff peaks, begging for my mouth to give them the attention they deserve.

I stretch and let out a long groan before getting out of bed. Elise flings the cover over her head as I pad my way to the door, naked.

Not bothering to find any clothes, I twist the lock and crack the door open to reveal Dad pacing the hallway and in what appears to be the middle of a freak out.

I’ve never seen him act like this. He wasn’t this freaked when Mom left us. “Uh, are you okay, Dad?”

Dad stops pacing the hallway to talk. “Someone broke into the office building last night, trashed the place, then started a fire.”

Wait, what?

“How?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t been to the office yet. Hell, I haven’t even talked to the police. I got a voicemail from Peter, our security guy, last night. I just called him back a little while ago and he tried filling me in.”

“I know Peter.” It’s hard to forget him when he was sending daggers my way the entire time. “Where was he when all of this happened?”

“He was there. I’ll get the full story as soon as I can get to the office. I called the staff to let them know not to go by the office on Monday, but I can’tget in touch with Elise. I left her a voicemail, but she usually answers when I call.”

Shit.

He actually sounds worried about Elise. Or does he suspect she was the culprit? Maybe some of his past assistants would trash the place and set it on fire, but not Elise.

Should I tell him she slept in my bed last night?

I clear my throat. “Well, maybe she’s busy.”

Dad narrows his eyes. “Busy at seven in the morning on a Saturday?”

He got me there, so I just shrug in response. “She could enjoy early morning walks or yard sales.”

He snorts. “She’s not a normal twenty-three-year-old, but I doubt she enjoys yard sales.”

“Maybe she was at a kegger last night and is just now stumbling home.”

“She’s not you, Alex. She’s responsible.”

He stares at me like I am the spawn of Satan himself. I stare back, not knowing what to say to that remark.

Dad glances at his watch. “I’m heading to the office to see how bad the damage is and if I can salvage anything.”

I nod my head. “I’ll get dressed, grab a granola bar, and come help you.”

Dad’s eyes widen, and he takes a step back. “Really?”

I’m surprised at myself, too. I’d rather lay in bed and fuck Elise all day, but I know the chance of thathappening is slim to none, especially since Dad already called her.

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