"Welcome back mr groves I hope your hungry the chef has some amazing specials. And Who is this lovely lady" a man dressed in a penguin suit said kindly as he showed us to our table.
"Thank you Gino, this is Taylor my beautiful date" Greg said as he placed his hand on the curve of my back and guided me to our seats.
"Well she's beautiful, you must be very proud of your daughter" Gino said in his thick Italian accent.
My step faulted and I almost fell. Greg was a little stiff but he carried on walking like he wasn't bothered.
"He's not my dad" I said as Greg held out my chair.
Gino looked from me to Greg and I saw when realisation hit him.
"My apologies miss Taylor" he looked embarrassed.
Gino took our orders and left us, there was an awkward silence surrounding us.
"This is what it would be like if we were a couple, people would mistake you for my daughter constantly. Are you sure your ready for the continued explaining" Greg said as he took my hand.
"As long as I can find creative ways of doing so, we don't want it going stale" I said with a wink.
"Agreed, you can be as creative as you want" he kissed my hand and the familiar tingles traveled through my arm.
Greg ordered for us and it was perfect just like it had been the last time.
"Would you like desert" the waiter asked.
"Now it's my turn to order , I know good deserts" I joked
Greg outstretched his arm gesturing for me to go ahead.
"Tiramisu and the Semifreddo please" I said with confidence.
"Which is mine" Greg asked with a grin.
"Neither, were sharing them both"
We ate our desert in silence, the only noises that left him were moans of pleasure. I had heard them plenty the night we had slept together.
"Isn't this sweet, I wish I could get my daughter to come out for a meal with me. I'm too embarrassing she says" a balding man who was stood by our table said looking at Greg. Greg gave him a tight polite smile and looked at me. He wasn't sure what I was going to say and neither was I until the words came out of my mouth.
"He may be my daddy but he's not my father" I said with a wink.
The balding mans jaw looked like it had detached, I could hear Greg sniggering.
The balding man mumbled and left, Greg let out a laugh that came from the pit of his stomach.
"Very creative miss white, should I get the cheque. We could take a walk around Central Park" Greg said as he kissed my hand.
We walked hand in hand through Central Park, it was quiet and romantic. I was having a great time and it seemed like he was too. I waited for him to make a move but he never did.
It was just before midnight when Greg called his driver to take us home. We were sat so close in the town car that I my breasts were brushing up against his arm. Still he didn't try to touch me, I didn't get even a kiss. He was a true gentleman, either that or he just wasn't interested in me. Maybe he thought I was too young for him
"I had a lovely time, it was so good" I said as we pulled up in front of my building.
"Me too, it was interesting"
"Interesting good or bad" I asked.
He caressed the side of my face with his finger, my skin tingled at the contact. My mind was bombarded with flashbacks from our night of passion. I wanted to kiss him or rather I wanted him to kiss me.
"Do you want to come up for a coffee" I asked, he was old school he knew what being invited for coffee really meant.
"no I can't stay I have a brunch meeting in the morning"
My shoulders sagged and I was visibly disappointed.
"I will walk you up so I know your safe" he said as he opened the car door. I followed him out of the car and punched my code into the buildings door.
"Have you ever dated anyone younger than you" I asked as we walked the stairs.
"My wife was 5 years older than me, she was the youngest woman I've ever been with before you"
"Why did you break up"
He stopped, only for a second but he stopped. He was thinking of his answer. "Well when she went into early menopause we would argue all the time. Betty just became so nasty and irritable, whatever me and the kids did just wasn't good enough"
"Well you don't have to worry about that with me, I've got 99 problems but menopause isn't one" I said with a giggle.
Greg paused mid step and turned to look at me, his eyes wrinkled with worry.
"What problems, is there anything i can help you with" he had genuine worry in his eyes.
"I don't have a problem" I was genuinely confused.
"You said you had 99 problems, what are they"
I tried not to laugh I really did try, I just wasnt successful. I had to sit on the step as I couldn't breath.
"It was a joke, it's a song by jay z. I don't have any problems" I replied when I was finally able to speak.
Greg luckily looked amused. " jay z huh"
We both were laughing hysterically as we finally got to my front door. We were both breathless.
"You may want to take elevator down, you sound tired"
I could see he was confused, I bit my lip to hold my laugh.
"There's an elevator, then why did we walk the steps."
"I thought we could do with working off the desert" I laughed again.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled me towards his hard chest. He puckered his lips and I moved forwards to meet them.
The door opened just as our lips were due to touch, A man I had never seen left my apartment. The man smiled at us and left.
"I'll see you at work Monday, thank you for a great night" Greg said as he kissed my cheek and followed the sign to the elevator.
"What do you have to do to get a kiss around here" I called after him.
He turned and looked at me, I didn't say anything I just walked towards him. He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off. I pulled his collar so he was close to me.
"Taylor ," he whispered, his face was only inches from mine and the warmth of his breath lit me up like a candle. A rush of heat started in my chest and slowly spread throughout my body, reaching every last limb. I could feel his eyes watching my every move, from the slight twitch of my lip to the way my shoulders rose and fell as I breathed. He leaned forward slowly, his hand brushing the hair out of my face and in an instant his lips were on mine. They were rough and smooth, they were perfect. He moved them around in circles and my heart swelled. His breathing was deep and loud in my ear. He moaned and so, I did too.
Now that was a kiss.

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He's not my dad
RomanceWhat happens when a twenty-something woman falls for a man older than her own father? A man of power, status, and decades of experience-not just in life, but as her boss. When Harper lands a dream job at a prestigious firm, she's eager to prove hers...