Free Hot And Heavy With My Dad's Best Friend (BBW Contemporary Taboo Romance) by Ava May

Hot and Heavy with My Dad’s Best Friend
     
    Jenna Grant sighed and looked at her car. Her steaming car. It had to be something like the radiator, but as for what it could be precisely, she had no idea. She wasn’t much of a car person, and hers wasn’t the newest or best, or, apparently running. She couldn’t expect her car to do that, could she?
    This was bad. Very bad. She’d been out with her friends tonight, celebrating Pat’s brand new job. While Jenna hadn’t had too much to drink, she was dressed just this side of naughty. It wasn’t often she got a chance to go out with the girls, much less for more than dinner after work. She would usually be dressed in her cartoon-animal scrubs, visiting with friends right from work. Tonight, she’d shed her pediatric nurse clothes and had let her hair down a bit. Both literally and figuratively.
    And now, at 1 am, she was stranded on a country road—great idea, that shortcut—with a dead cell phone and a shorter than short miniskirt. This was the stuff every horror movie began with, and she had no intention of being that too stupid to live heroine, looking doe-eyed in her last moments.
    Yeeeah. No, that wasn’t happening. She looked from side to side, scanning the fields that bordered her town’s high school. The school had been planned and built way out, in an area that wasn’t residential or commercial. She’d have to hike a few miles at best, in high heels that she wasn’t used to wearing.
    Jenna held her breath as a car whipped by. It had moved so slowly that she hadn’t even thought to wave, though her hazards were blinking merrily. A couple hundred yards away, the driver stopped and she watched, hopeful, as he or hopefully she , would help.
    The car—some black car—maybe a Mustang—stopped and the driver’s side door opened. Someone big and tall and very, very male stepped out. It was dim; he wasn’t washed in the lights of her hazards, and she had a brief fight or flight reaction, but she managed to squelch it. Barely.
    Then he stepped into the lights of her car, and she gasped. This wasn’t anyone strange; this was someone she knew, and knew well.
    “Hi, Nick,” she said, her heart suddenly hammering. He stopped in his perusal, looking her up and down slowly. When he got to her face, his eyes widened, and he licked his lips.
    “Jenna?” he asked and she could sense he was blushing. “What are you—” He stopped himself. “What are you…” He closed his eyes and shook his head.
    “Breakdown,” she said softly, very aware that she was in party clothes.
    “Did you call your dad?” he asked, and she shook her head. Nick and her father had been friends since grammar school, and she imagined he would have assumed that.
    “No, my phone is dead.”
    He kept looking at her; her father’s very best friend in the world. Uncle Nick; she’d grown up with him. And he’d so been checking her out. Whoa. Weird. But kind of...nice.
    “Where have you been, Jenna?” he asked, his voice rougher than she could ever remember it being. That was so not Uncle Nick; later just Nick. He’d been a constant in her life since she could remember, whether it was Dad and Uncle Nick going to games some weekends, to him watching her when Mom and Dad had gone away for their fifteenth anniversary, to helping her with her college essays, to…well, everything.
    She’d always thought of him as Dad’s best friend, never as a guy, but whoa boy he was checking her out in a way that was anything but interested.
    Then again, Jenna was dressed pretty revealingly, not at all like her demure work-like self. Instead of Mickey and Minnie on her scrubs, she had an off the shoulder top, with a statement bra on underneath, her top thin enough that her red and black bra showed through. Her skirt wasn’t quite mini—as a bigger than average gal she didn’t feel comfortable in skirts that revealed too much, especially when her shirt did.
    “Can I help?” he asked, pulling out