Page 25 of His Secret Virgin
I jerked my head off Dad’s shoulder and looked back to see I’d been right. But the man wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were focused on my dad.
Dad stopped and turned us to face his friend. “Hey, Christopher, what’s up?”
Jogging up to us, a brief waft of the scent of his intoxicating, manly perspiration made my heart palpitate. I didn’t know if that was good or bad. Or maybe I just had an irregular heartbeat and might need to get to a hospital or something.
Wiping his dark brow, Christopher looked smoking hot in workout clothes. His chiseled muscles were on perfect display!
His shorts let me see his tight, toned, rigidly muscular legs. A white T-shirt, soaked with his sweat, had become nearly see-through as it clung to his pecs and abs. A trickle of sweat moved down the side of his thick neck, and I nearly passed out as I followed its trail with my eyes. How glad I was that Dad still had his arm around me so I could lean on him.
“What’s up is that I’m going to need you to step in for Brad from the Vermont sector. He’s out all of next week. His wife just had a baby. You know how that goes.” Christopher didn’t even acknowledge me.
I felt more than a little incensed. I mean a ‘hello’ would’ve sufficed. I would’ve been over the moon with just that.
“I’m not up on the Vermont stuff, but I can read up on it.” Dad let me go, and I nearly fell over, jumping around a bit to catch myself. “Oh, sorry, sweetie. I didn’t realize you were leaning on me so much.”
I ran my hand over my hot face, hoping there was no blush that would give my heated thoughts away. “That’s okay. I’ll get going and leave you two to your conversation. It sounds important.”
“Nonsense,” Dad said. “Wait a sec.”
Never one to challenge my father in public, I waited. My skin felt like it might be on fire, and my head throbbed in a way I didn’t understand at all. To top it all off, my eyes kept on moving all over Christopher’s body as my nose quivered, urging me to just lean in and take a long deep whiff of him.
Christopher went on, “I’m going to need you to go to Vermont this weekend. You can take Celeste. Hell, make a romantic weekend out of it. You’ll be visiting an apple orchard and a vineyard too. Have fun. All I need are lots of pictures. And the company will cover it all, of course. You can’t beat that now, can you?”
Dad looked at me with a frown. “Can Emma come too?”
Christopher’s expression went south, and he lowered his voice as if I wouldn’t be able to hear him. “Why would you want your daughter to come with you and your wife on a romantic weekend, buddy?”
With a shrug, Dad answered, “ ’Cause I don’t like to leave her home all alone.”
The way Christopher’s eyes cut to me for only the briefest of seconds made me think he had a plan, and that my father’s question might just ruin it all. “I’m sure Emma will be fine. She’s not a child, Sebastien.”
“I know that.” Dad looked at me for an answer. “Will that be okay with you if your mom and I go off for the whole weekend?”
“Yes.” I took a quick glance at Christopher and saw the slightest of smiles on his lips.
“See,” he said without looking at me. “She’ll be fine. Hell, if she needs anything, I’ll be home. She can call me.”
My heart really went wild.
Was he trying to get me all alone this weekend?
I knew I was grasping at straws. There was no way that man wanted me in the way I’d been dreaming.
But what a great fantasy.
Maybe if he really didn’t have any designs on me, and I would be alone all weekend, I’d buy myself a vibrator and get to know the sexual side of myself a little better. No one would be home to hear my screams of ecstasy after all.
“Well, if Emma’s okay with it, then okay,” Dad said, smiling. “This actually might be pretty fun. I can’t recall the last time Celeste and I went on a weekend trip alone.”
“Never,” I blurted out. “I can’t remember a single time you and Mom went anywhere alone.”
Christopher blinked a few times. “Really?” he asked Dad.
“I guess she’s right. Maybe it was before she was born.” He shook his head. “Damn, time flies, huh?”
Finally, Christopher looked at me. “Seems it’s high time they did a lot more on their own, huh, Emma?”
“Seems so,” I agreed with a huge grin on my face.
