Free Daddy's Boss by Kelsey Charisma Page A

Douglas
really did have a way with women. He was charming, gave her all his
attention like she was the only woman in the world and all the
while he oozed masculine sex appeal. What thrilled her most was his
silence. He usually waited for her to draw him into a conversation,
and she had to admit she liked the initial chasing.
    “How did you find me? Were you searching
rooms, or did you get lucky?” Truly, she didn’t think he was
tracking her down and was grasping for a sexy way to start a
conversation.
    “I haven’t been fortunate enough to get
lucky yet,” he said in innuendo. He watched her carefully for a
reaction as he breathed out, and then he transferred the joint from
his lips to hers. When his fingers brushed along her lips as if to
feel the softness of her skin, she knew that was the first time
he’d touched her so sensually. He watched his fingers lightly tug
at her lips, and she swore that he was moving slowly because he was
debating kissing her. His eyes drifted up to hers before letting
his fingers drop. Then he winked at her before adding, “There is
another reason for coming into a room like this.”
    “Don’t let me stop you,” she challenged,
knowing there were plenty of other lavatories downstairs.
    He swept his eyes over her body. Maybe he
was assessing her in a moment to decide if she was serious. Then he
flashed a cocky grin after reaching a decision, and she watched him
unzip his pants.
    “Admit it. You wondered where I was.” She
smiled, knowing full well she’d caught him looking at her cleavage
when he didn’t think she’d notice, but he’d never actually acted on
it—not really. But tonight he touched her lips in a way that led
her to believe he’d kiss her.
    “After a dinner with my board, I can’t
wander around?” He grinned and pulled his dick out of his pants,
giving a real attempt to relieve himself.
    She raised a skeptical eyebrow, still not
believing him. Then she dared to glance down at his family jewels
and forced herself not to lick her lips. He was flaccid but still
impressively long. In fact, her last boyfriend was his length while
hard. Double the size, and she supposed he fucked women with at
least nine to ten inches. No wonder so many gorgeous females were
willing to screw him behind his wife’s back. She pried her gaze
away when she felt the signs of curiosity creep between her legs in
a subtle but noticeable heat. She had no right looking at him
anyway. She was practically inviting him to ask her to help him
cheat, not to mention he was her father’s boss. She didn’t even
want to know what her father would think if she’d let a man, even
dared a man, to pull himself out in front of her.
    She went back to smoking and even looked out
the window while Douglas deflated her ego a bit by proving that
some of the best imported wine in the world apparently sent him
walking to get away and find a far-off bathroom.
    “Where is your wife, anyway?” Olivia asked
to point out the inappropriateness of them being alone in a
bathroom together—especially with his pants open.
    “At our villa,” he said coolly, “with our
gardener. Supposedly, he’s landscaping the country estate, but it
wouldn’t surprise me to find he did nothing but fuck my wife.”
    “You don’t sound bitter,” she said
facetiously. Though, surprisingly, she got the impression he didn’t
seem to mind at all.
    “Actually, I’m not. We’re married for our
children, and when Jessica is eighteen we’ll divorce. We’ve been
separated for six years, but few people know that. We keep up
facades for our children.” He washed his hands and towel-dried
them. Then returned to her and leaned against the counter she sat
on.
    By his closeness, Olivia could tell he was
waiting for her to hand him the joint, or maybe he wanted something
else. She jumped to a lot of conclusions about men liking her, when
in actuality they weren’t interested in her or were intimidated by
her father. Then again, men