Baby Daddy BOSS: An Age Gap, Billionaire, Secret Baby Romance, page 13
You cannot fuck Henry Barrett’s daughter. If he ever found out you did, he would murder you.
But would he murder me for sitting here with her like this? For slotting my thigh between hers so we could be closer together?
“Tell me about your job,” I suggested.
I wasn’t fooling anybody, not even myself. Getting her talking about something mundane was just an excuse to lean in closer to her so I could hear her over the bar's noise. I was sure Alison could see right through it. But it didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest.
She leaned closer to me, too—so close that I could feel the warmth of her body and the heat of her breath when she spoke, and yeah, I was going to need to stop drinking right now and probably take a nice long shower when I got home. Holy shit.
“Oh, my job’s boring,” Alison chuckled. “Government work. Pushing papers around.”
“Yeah?”
“Dad is happy. You know he’s always wanted to see me in the public sector.”
“I didn’t know that.” And we were talking about Henry again. Ethical considerations aside, it was impossible to enjoy my fantasies about pulling her into the bathroom and shoving that skirt she was wearing above her hips. At the same time, she begged me to fuck her senseless while also trying to think of her as my best friend’s daughter. The two ideas did not go together.
“Tell me about you,” Alison suggested.
“Me?”
“Are you still with the SEALs?”
“I am, yeah.” Henry’s early retirement was a move I respected for him but could never have chosen for myself. Being a part of the SEALs was who I was.
“How’s that been going?”
“Pretty good. What about that drink I was going to buy you?”
She grinned. “Scotch on the rocks?”
I had to admit; I’d expected her to ask for a screwdriver or something like that. Something youthful and girly. Maybe she was trying to impress me. Perhaps she didn’t want me thinking of her as a kid.
Maybe she really wasn’t a kid.
Twenty-six was young, but not too young. I would have been putting the moves on Alison if she hadn't been Henry's daughter.
I flagged down the bartender. “Scotch on the rocks, and another one of these.” I pushed the shot glass in his direction.
“Oh, are we doing shots?” Alison asked.
“I am. You don’t need to be.”
She rolled her eyes. “What are you drinking?”
“Whiskey.”
“Okay, forget the scotch,” she said to the bartender. “Bring me a shot of whiskey as well, please.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Of course, I don’t have to do it,” she chuckled. “I’m not pledging a sorority. But it’s fun to do shots with people, don’t you think?”
“You can’t have been doing shots for more than five minutes.”
“I have been doing shots for years now.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Underage drinking?”
“Dad told me stories about the two of you in BUD/S training,” she dismissed. “And I know you weren’t twenty-one when you did your training because Dad wasn’t twenty-one when he did his training, and he’s two years older than you.”
“You know a lot.”
“I’ve told you,” She said placidly, “I’ve had a crush on you for ages.”
“Do you have a crush on me now?”
What the hell was I doing, asking her that? It wasn’t as if I could act on it if she did.
But I had to know. I was so fucking attracted to her. Maybe I was just trying to feed my fantasies—there was no doubt that it would be more fun to think about her later if I knew that she was also thinking about me.
And the chemistry between us was like nothing I’d felt in a very long time. It was surprising that the other people in the bar weren’t picking up on it somehow and couldn’t see the desire crackling around us.
It was surprising to me that I still hadn’t touched her.
She leaned toward me and bit her lip.
Fuuuuck. She shouldn’t have done that. Watching the way her lip gave just a little beneath the pressure of her teeth made me want to bite it myself.
I shifted in my seat. I was hard as hell. It felt like my cock was reaching for her. I wanted to grab her by the waist and lift her onto my lap from the barstool she was seated on. I wanted to push and pull on her hips, grind her against me.
Based on her demeanor, I wanted to see if she was as hot and wet as I assumed. I wanted to fuck her.
“Your shots,” the bartender chirped in, interrupting the filthy fantasy playing out in my head.
I wanted to thank him, and I also wanted to punch him in the face.
Fuck, I was out of control here.
Alison grinned at me like she knew what was happening in my head. She picked up one of the shot glasses. “What are we drinking to?” she asked, her eyes lighting up.
Fucking pull yourself together, Brian.
Only years of military discipline enabled me to tear myself out of the fantasy and focus on the young woman in front of me and the reality of our situation. “To your father,” I suggested.
As much as I hadn’t wanted to think about her father, I thought it was probably necessary to do so. It was good for me. I needed to remember that this was Henry’s daughter because I could not let myself forget that fact.
I wasn’t willing to risk damaging a relationship with my oldest and best friend over this, no matter how badly I wanted her.
Alison grinned. “All right,” she raised the glass. “To Dad.”
We slammed back our shots. Alison’s didn’t go down as quickly as mine did, which I thought was to be expected. She didn’t have as many years of experience as I did, no matter what age she’d started drinking. She coughed a little, and I signaled to the bartender, who nodded and appeared a moment later with a glass of seltzer water.
Alison looked at it and shook her head. “I don’t need that.”
“Don’t show off. It’s just a chaser. Drink it.”
I expected her to make a fuss and refuse, but she shrugged and took a long drink. Then she set the glass down. “Another,” she announced.
“What are we doing here, Alison?”
I was surprised I’d asked her so bluntly. I had no idea what answer I was looking for.
“Shots,” Alison quipped.
Okay, that was fair enough. It was an answer to my question, after all. And I decided to take it at face value. I had asked her what this was meant to be. She was telling me that we were just drinking together and nothing more.
I could respect that.
It didn’t matter that she was Henry’s daughter. It didn’t matter that I was nearly twice her age.
What mattered was that she had told me she just wanted to drink with me and catch up on the past. She didn’t want to take this any farther than that.
That was fair enough.
It wasn’t going to stop me from fantasizing about her later, though. One of the hottest women I’d ever seen coming up to me and telling me she had always had a thing for me wasn’t something that happened every day, even in the SEALs. I attracted my share of hot women, but this was different.
A part of me wondered whether I was letting what might be the best sex of my life walk away.
A part of me thought I should try harder to turn this into something more.
I’d probably regret it for a long time. I would probably spend weeks—months, maybe—wondering what it might have been like.
Still, having that question in my head was probably preferable to alienating my best friend.
I had a good imagination. And the time Alison had given me tonight would be enough to provide me with fodder for my fantasies for quite a while.
That would have to be good enough.
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