Dare Me Not | 18+ ✔

10. Code Red (Xander)

When I offered Tim help to supervise his daughter during her internship, I didn't know I signed up for this torture.

At this stage of life, I never find young girls in their twenties attractive. They're just like a flock of flamingos in my eyes: dressed in fancy clothes, depending on a group of friends to survive, and gossiping all day long. However, as much as I try to put Parker into that type of girl, something about her is different, but it's hard to put a finger on it --- not that I have time to investigate it. Plus, she doesn't seem to get bothered by her reputation.

And what I witnessed that night in the club confirmed people's theory about her and sadly, my dick approved of the view. I'm starting to think I'm a sick pervert. I know she's grown into a beautiful young woman, and I'm lying if I say I don't appreciate her appearance now, but she's Tim's daughter for fuck's sake. She's off-limits.

What surprised me now is she acts as if it never happened, and I'm not sure what I missed.

Was she so drunk that she doesn't remember anything about that night? Or was the corridor light too dark for her to make out that it was me standing and watching them like a creep? Or is she just playing a pretend game right now? For what reason?

"Terrific," she replies to my explanation about what is expected from her during the internship.

"We can have lunch together if you want," I offer, thinking about how to empty the lunch box Emma prepared for me. "We can ask Margie to order something for us."

She shakes her head, smoothing her tight skirt which showcases her long legs. "No, thanks. I need to see someone for lunch."

Meeting for lunch and having a quickie on her first day working? "Alright. Make sure you're back on time or you will prove them right."

"Prove what?"

Okay, I made that up. I don't think people on the board of directors care about her personal life. They are too old to care for this shit. "That you're not ready for this."

She clenches her jaw as she gets up. "Good to know." With that, she strides to the door without glancing at me. I bet she's pissed.

When she comes back from her lunch appointment, her face is flushed, and her hair is slightly damped from the sweat. I'm surprised she's earlier than I thought she would. For a second, my dirty mind thinks that the flushing cheeks are from the sex, but when she sits next to me, the sun smell mixed with her fruity perfume invades my nostrils. Her sweat smells sweet and musky, and I enjoy her odor more than I should.

"Did you go to the gym during lunch break?" I ask, breaking the silence between us.

"You can say that." She undoes her top button and tugs at its placket before waggling it, a soft groan escaping her lips; the sound I'd rather not hear right now. "The sun is so fucking hot."

"You might want to watch your language."

She glowers at me. "It's only us here in the room," she replies, glancing at Margie who is walking in our direction with documents in her hand. "And Margie. Don't be such a stuck-up old fart."

I should be offended by her line, but I laugh instead. "I'm everything else but stuck-up."

"Yeah, tell yourself that," she mumbles under her breath. Her hand's movement is getting bolder, pulling her fabric a little bit too far, allowing my eyes to see a glimpse of her bra. Lacey red with no strings. Fuck.

I revert my eyes to the paper in front of me. "We definitely need some time to get to know each other, huh? But if you've already hated me because of the help I offered to Tim, it's going to be challenging." Not that I intend to change anything between us. She's too dangerous for my liking. "And that's not my problem anyway."