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Out Of Town
I’d left and rinsed the plate before putting it in the dishwasher. I realized how domestic we seemed, and I found I sort of liked it.
After the kitchen was done, I went to call my boss. I sat at my nook and looked out the window as I explained why I had up and left.
“I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have left without notice—”
“Oh Hun, I understand. It really screws me for this week, but I would have done the same thing.”
“Thanks for understanding.”
“I’ll be sure to spit in the next coffee he orders if it’ll make you feel better.”
I laughed. “Nah, but that would be funny.”
I hung up a few minutes later and realized Evan was standing at my door. “Do you want to get out and do something? It’s better than hanging out in here all day.”
I didn’t want to, but I nodded anyways. I knew what he was doing. He wanted to help me keep my mind off of Wes while also taking me out.
I followed him outside and let him lead me to his car, open the door, and make sure I was buckled before he even shut the door. He was a gentleman. When he got into the driver’s seat, he smiled as he pulled out of the drive. I put my hand on his thigh and his body tensed, but then he put his hand over mine. “You know what this is, right?”
“A date.”
“More like the ultimate full-day date. I’ve wanted to spoil you for a long time. Now I can.”
He drove through town and took the highway to the city. I wondered what he had planned, but I didn’t question him. I trusted Evan more than I trusted anyone in my life.
“So, what do you plan to do now that you’re back home?”
I hadn’t told anyone about my plans. The plans I had before I left Wes. “I was thinking about taking some classes. I want to take accounting classes. I’ve always been really good with numbers, and I could make good living without having to work for anyone if I choose not to. I think being my own boss would be ideal. I also like the idea of traveling, getting to see the world. I love Lewiston, but I’ve spent the majority of my life here. I’d like to experience other places in the world.”
“That’s a good plan. How long have you been thinking about it?”
“For a while now. Wes and I both worked all the time; we never really saw each other. I thought if I started classes it would keep me busy since I only worked part-time, plus we might have something to talk about.”
“You should do it for you.”
“Oh, I am. I was going to go enroll in town. The community college has what I need to get started. I just don’t know if living with my dad is what I want. I know he’ll help me get on my feet, but I don’t want to hear the ‘I told you so’, that I know is coming.”
“He won’t do it to be mean. Your dad cares about you; sometimes he just isn’t good at expressing it.”
“I know. It’s just tough. I’m already beating myself up over this. I feel dumb enough, and when Dad tries to help it only turns into him making me feel worse.”
“We aren’t always good at understanding women. You may be his daughter, but you’re female, which instantly makes you a challenge.”
I laughed. “I see. Well, men are no different. I mean look at my situation. Why would Wes ask me to move in only to sleep with our other friend? It doesn’t make sense.”
“He’s just a young guy who doesn’t know how to keep it in his pants. We’ve all been there. Hell, I was there at one point in my life.”
“But you would never do that now.”
“No, but I’ve learned my lesson. He hasn’t yet. It’s no excuse, but one day he’ll regret it.”
“Maybe.”
Evan pulled into the parking lot. I had been so engrossed in our conversation that I hadn’t even realized where we were. It was an old time cottage that had baby blue shutters. The house itself was a cream color and there were rose bushes along the side. “What’s here?”
“It’s a bed and breakfast. There is also a spa. It’s bigger than it looks. I thought
Angela B. Macala-Guajardo