Page 8 of Their Perfect Daddy

With a quick shuffle, he’s out the door. I laugh to myself, then start to peel the clothing off my body. My shirt is a sticky mess, and it fights me to come off. Once I have it done, I have to get mypants down. They aren’t as soaked through as my upper body, so it’s not too bad.

Once I’m down to my underwear, I look for a washcloth to rinse myself with. I don’t want to risk taking a full shower, but I won’t be able to function if I don’t get some of the residue off my chest.

I find what I need behind a cabinet door. Running the water extra hot, I squirt some hand soap on the towel and get to work cleaning myself up. It doesn’t take too long, and it makes me feel a million times better when I’m finished.

Of course, that feeling only lasts a minute or so because next thing I know, the door is opening.

“Are you ok? It’s been a min—holy shit! You’re in panties.” Monty’s shock is clear as day in his features.

I look down at myself and wince. When I got dressed this morning, I grabbed something I knew I’d be comfortable in. Not once did I think anyone else would see me in my favorite pair of lace panties.

They’re a turquoise color with just enough fabric to cover me. From the look on Monty’s face, I’m not all that covered.

“Can you please let me get dressed?” I whisper.

My question seems to break whatever spell he’s under. His face goes red as he quickly nods and rushes from the room. He moves so quickly he doesn’t even shut the door.

I close it, then put on the clothes he lent me. While I’d love to take my clothes back with me, I know there’s no chance of me getting that red out. Also, I need to make my escape as quickly as I can. Spending any time with Monty after that awkward moment is not on my bingo card.

Easing the bathroom door open, I look out to see if he’s nearby. The bedroom is blessedly empty. I sprint across the space with my sneakers in hand. There’s no time to put themback on. Besides, If I’m quiet, maybe I’ll make it all the way out the door before anyone notices.

At the stairs, I take a second to listen for anyone who might be close by. There are voices yelling and chatting. Most sound far away.

I fly down to the main level. Once I’m within reach of the door, I breathe easier. Whatever just happened here, I can put it in the past. I won’t have to think about it.

Sure, Monty might be my boss’s brother and all, but that’s no biggie. They weren’t all that close before now. I doubt it’ll change much. How hard can it be to avoid a professional athlete? Not very hard if I had to guess.

If only I’d known then just how wrong I’d be.

CHAPTER 3

MONTY

Sometimes when you fuck up in life, you don’t realize it’s a fuck up at first.

That was how it went with Danny and the underwear incident. I didn’t think I’d done anything wrong. Sure, I felt bad for walking in on the guy. It’s not something most normal people want or are used to.

As an athlete, I’m naked around other people a good thirty percent of the time. Maybe more. It’s nothing for me to have to strip down to my underwear.

Granted, I’m not in devastating lingerie when I do it. My basic boxer briefs aren’t exciting to anyone on the team. I can admit that.

But Danny’s panties—are they even panties if they’re on a man?—were anything but basic. He looked… mesmerizing. Gorgeous. Drop dead sexy.

I was two seconds away from drooling when he asked me to leave. So of course, I was an idiot and ran away. The entire night I’d been trying not to be too forward, yet when it comes down to making him uncomfortable, I excel at it. Go figure.

Back to the fucking up bit.

It takes me finding his abandoned clothes in my bathroom the next morning for me to realize the error of my ways. Not only did I not check on him again after the incident, but I also ignored the voice in my head telling me there was more to it.

Because while I see the interaction as awkward because of his nakedness and my immediate attraction, I have a feeling that’s not how Danny sees it. My blurted words and shocked expression might be taken as disgust. Or maybe amusement.

Neither are accurate.

I wanted to kiss his cute little mouth and run my hand along that delicate fabric so badly at that moment. If he’d have given me any indication he liked me too, I would have pretended the rest of the house didn’t exist as I locked the bedroom doors.

In the light of day, the situation looks much different.

Dammit.

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