Page 2 of Taffy
“You have to be lying,” Tina blurts as her brown eyes bug and her mouth gapes. “You aren’t old enough to have a 23-year-old daughter.”
I laugh. This isn’t the first time someone’s questioned my age versus my parental status. It’s par for the course when you had a kid at sixteen. People can’t wrap their heads around it.
“Do you need to see my ID?” I ask, reaching into my back pocket to find my wallet.
“Yes. I mean, no. I don’t know.” She giggles then tucks her chocolate waves behind her ear.When she laughs, it sounds like music.“This is really weird. I’m being weird. I’m sorry.”
“It’s only as weird as you want to make it,” I say, smiling as I pull the car door open and offer her my hand. “How about we start again? I’m Troy, your new landlord.”
She places her small hand in mine as she climbs out of the car. “Tina,” she says. “I’m Kate’s friend. And it’s possible I lack a filter or two, but I’m grateful to you for letting me rent the room.”
My smile grows as she stands before me, cheeks flushed pink, a slight tinge of nerves to her voice. She’s adorable and well…sexy as fuck. She’s about as tall as my shoulder with enough curves to make my dick twitch. It’s the last reaction I want to have to my daughter’s friend, but fuck, Tina isallwoman. Big round breasts that make my palms ache, wide curvy hips that are begging to be bred, innocent blue eyes and a pouty mouth I’d like to slip my dick into.
Stop.
I release her hand quickly, clearing my throat as I try to force the images from my mind. Now I'm the one making things weird, and it’s all because my dick took over the thinking.What is wrong with me?
“I’ll show you where it is,” I say, turning toward the house.
She closes up her car then follows me through the front door. I got this place when my trust fund matured in my early twenties. Kate only stayed with me on alternate weekends, during the summer, and every other holiday so I didn’t need this huge townhouse all to myself. I ended up having it converted so the left side was the main residence, and the right side of the hallway leads to three studio apartments that I rent out. I don’t need the money—my trust fund was more than enough to give me a modest life—but I do like having people around me. I’ve never been good at being alone, but life seems to prefer it that way.
“Oh wow.” Tina steps through the door I’ve just opened for her and does a little turn in the center of the room. There’s a bed that dominates the right side of the room, a couch, coffee table, and tv in one quarter of the left side, and a tiny round table with two chairs next to the kitchenette. “It has everything in here. Just like a hotel room.”
“Bathroom’s through that door there,” I say, pointing to it while trying to keep my eyes off the curve of her ass as it presses tauntingly against the denim shorts she’s wearing.Those thighs. I want to press my fingers into her flesh and push them apart so I can bury my face in her sweet cunt.
Fuck.
An unrestrained grunt reverberates in my chest, and I try to cover it by clearing my throat and looking away. “That there’s your closet. I’m across the hall if you need anything. Here’s your key.” I slap it on the kitchen counter then hightail it out of there. I have a hard-on the size of Mount-fucking-Everest, and the last thing I need is for her to see it and think I’m some sort of skeezy old guy trying to creep in on his daughter’s best friend. Or worse, that I’m the kind of landlord who expects sexual favors for discounted rent.
Holy fuck.
I lean against my locked door as I close my eyes and try to calm the hell down.
What is going on with me? I never lose control like this.
And I can’t lose it now, either. My relationship with my daughter is tenuous at best. If I start acting like a horny teenager around her friend, I could lose her for good. I’ve fought too long and too hard to let that happen. No. I’m a grown man. I can control my dick.
I can.
I’m sure of it.
I hope.
Tina
That was weird. One minute, we’re getting along fine, and the next, he’s running for the door.
Did I do something?
Do I smell?
I lift my shirt and give myself a good sniff, recoiling and scrunching my nose.
Great. I smell.
Half a day cooped up in a car with shitty AC will do that to a girl. So, now I guess I’ll forever be Kate’s stinky best friend. Brilliant. Troy will never want to stand close to me again. First impressions last, you know.
With a resigned sigh, I head out to the car to unpack my boxes. I’d much rather be taking a shower, but there’s work to be done. Getting clean will have to wait, unfortunately. Still, I grab my can of deodorant from the first bag and give myself a good spray down to mask my own stench. I cough a little from the fumes. Now I smell of BOandflowers. I don’t know that it’s an improvement.
