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It’s not every day you drop your daughter off at a rehab facility, although it’s not my first time, it never gets easier.
“Nadia,” she says. “I can see the way you look at her.”
I turn back to the limousine and look at Nadia's face through the car window. She’s chewing on a pen. The glow from her computer screen highlights her soft, sensual features.
“Yes,” I admit. “I think I do.”
“Then go for it, Dad.” My daughter wraps her arms around me and kisses me lightly on the cheek. “You deserve to be happy, and Nadia seems cool.”
“Cool,” I say. “She’s practically the same age as you. Doesn't that bother you?”
Madison bites her lip and thinks about it for a moment. “I guess, a little,” she admits. “But then again, who am I to judge. I’m sure I’ll get over it. And the only thing that really matters is that she makes you happy, and that you make her happy. To hell with whatever everyone else thinks.”
I wipe away the single tear sliding down her cheek with my thumb. She leans her head sideways into my hand. “When did you get so wise?”
“I’m great at giving advice, but terrible at taking it,” she laughs.
“No.” I kiss her on the forehead. “You’re just great.”
“But flawed.”
“We’re all flawed, honey. It’s how we overcome those flaws that matter.”
We stand there for a moment in the hot desert sun. An orderly stands behind us waiting patiently.
Then Maddison kisses my hand and turns around and I watch her walk through the entrance. Chatting away to the members of staff who greet her. The withdrawals and the boredom haven't kicked in yet. She's still okay. For now.
I head back to the car, my eyes glued on Nadia. A mental image of what we did earlier in the plane flashes through my mind. My cock twinges with desire.
That can’t be the only time I get to be with her.
My daughter was right. I do like her. Maybe I even love her.
And nothing else matters except for that.
5
Nadia
“You were amazing today.”Austin and I get in the elevator. I haven’t been this close to him and this alone with him since getting off the plane. But now we’re back together again, I can’t forget the wild moment of passion we shared on the journey here.
“Thank you,” I keep my eyes glued to the floor numbers slowly rising on the screen above the door.
His hand is just inches away from mine. I try to ignore it, but I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to reach out and thread my fingers through his. To touch him. To lean against him and hear his heart beating and the sound of his deep, manly voice as it rumbles from within his ribcage.
Ding!
The doors slide open and I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.
“Ladies first,” Austin says, putting his hand out and guiding me from the elevator.
“You just want to look at my ass as you walk behind me.”
The words are out of my lips before I realize what I’m saying. I close my eyes and inwardly cuss my stupidity. I’ve been trying to ignore the foot-long boner in the room ever since we set foot on firm ground. But now I’ve brought it up. I’ve opened that pandora’s box of forbidden topics.
My ass.
Austin behind me.
