He's not my dad

Part 11

"Morning sunshine, what are you doing home" bree asked as I left my bedroom . Her hair was spread out in every possible direction. How she could possible have bed hair that bad astounds me.

"I live here " I answered with a shrug.

Bree craned her neck to look into my room, i knew what she was doing. "Is he in there, is he naked"

I clenched my jaw and ignored her comment. I don't know who my friend thought I was.

"He's not in there"

Bree looked amused but I don't think she believed me. "Yeah ok, next you will be telling me that you didn't fuck his brains out"

"We didn't have sex, we never even kissed. He's my boss " I replied honestly.

"Yeah I believe you" she said with a wink.

"Believe what you want, I swear on my Chanel bag that we didn't kiss or have sex"

"Which Chanel" she asked in a serious tone.

"This seasons black clutch"

Her eyes grew wide and with a tilt of her head I knew she now believed me. "You two are crazy , you appeared to be so in tune with each other."

"He's great but he's my boss and I'm too young for him, It had just been a holiday fling" it had just been a fling but it had been amazing, if he wasn't my boss I would have been trying my best to make it happen again.
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I was soaking in the bath when I heard what could only be described as a jack hammer pounding on the front door. I assumed bree had answered it as it suddenly stopped.

I was washing my legs with my loofah, I was remembering the night I spent with Greg. I thought of how his hands had expertly worked my clit, I dropped the loofah and touched between my thighs with my fingers. My sex pulsed on my fingers as I caressed myself.

"Are you coming" bree asked as she opened the door and popped her head in the room. Bubbles were covering my modesty so I wasn't worried about her seeing what I had been doing.

"Not anymore" I giggled to myself. Bree looked at me in confusion, it was clear that she had no idea what I had been doing.

"I called up to you, you've had a parcel delivered"

I wasn't expecting anything, at least I couldn't remember ordering anything. I rinsed my hair and left the bath, I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and passed across the cold floor. I left small pools of water trailing behind me , I knew bree would be furious as she was a little OCD about things like that. It was the reason she lived with me and not her long term boyfriend, he was too messy for her to cope with.

A single box sat on the sideboard by the door, it was only small so I didn't think it held anything of importance but still I opened it.

A black gift box was laying in my hand, I pulled off the lid and saw pink tissue paper. It wasn't only me who was curious , bree was looking over my shoulder. I parted the tissue, my breath caught in my throat. I grinned, I must have looked like an idiot. A dainty pair of black lace French knickers were in the box. I knew immediately who the gift was from. I looked through the box for a card but found none, but I knew it was from Greg.

"There from him Aren't they" bree said with a grin.

I told her they were and ran up the stairs to try them on. I was pleasantly surprised that it fit me perfectly, usually men didn't have a clue when it came to guessing a woman's size. Greg had probably bought more women's underwear than I have I thought to myself. I grimaced at the unwelcome thought, I didn't want to think of him with anyone else. I had no claim on him, we had only been together once and that was over a week ago. I knew it would go no further, Greg had made it clear that what we shared had been a one time thing.