Bad For You (Dad's Best Friend Romance)

Chapter Two

-Jameson-

It was always on the nights when you had to bust your ass working that shit got interrupted. The chime of the doorbell filtered into my ears, pulling me away from the papers I desperately needed to get through.

"Who the fuck could that be?" I shook my head, frustrated that I couldn't even manage to make it through the paperwork at home. It was different at the office when you had a forbidden fruit like Audrey Hamilton tempting you at every turn. The girl was nothing more than a cock tease and my best friend's daughter, wanting her was completely wrong, yet I was tempted to take a bite from the ripeness she had on display.

I opened the door, not caring to look through the peephole and see who it was that was standing outside my mansion at nearly ten o'clock at night. I should've though...

"Audrey?" My voice didn't match my reaction. I sounded happy, relieved even, to see her on my doorstep when, in actuality, I was shocked and completely surprised that she was here. She was wearing the sexy little red dress she had worn to the office earlier that day, the same one that had me wanting to push her against my desk, lift her skirt, and fuck her senseless.

"Jameson, can we talk...?" Her eyelashes fluttered against her pale white cheeks, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling in the dim overhead light. God, she was so fucking gorgeous, and alone, and... I could smell wine on her breath as she spoke and knew something was up. It was dark out, and there wasn't one fucking car, not even hers, to explain how she had gotten here.

"Are you drunk?" I questioned, eyeing her up. Either way, now that she was here, I would be responsible for her well being, which meant she needed to come in.

"Come on..." I moved out of the way, speaking without thought of the consequences. She was tipsy, and clearly emotional at this moment. Why on God's green earth she was here asking to talk to me, I didn't know, but I did know her father would murder me if I didn't take her in and make sure she was okay, which left me with no other options.

"Fucking Christ!" I growled, catching her small body in my arms before she could make contact with the unforgiving marble floor.

"You smell so good..." she purred, and my cock stirred in my dress slacks. I wasn't about teasing my cock. When I wanted something, I took it, so knowing I couldn't give into my cravings for Audrey annoyed the hell out of me.

"And you smell like a winery... how much have you had to drink?" I cleared my throat, helping her to balance on her feet. She stared up at me like I was the most important person in the world, and truthfully, I didn't have the heart to tell her otherwise.

"Just a few glasses. I'm not drunk, not really..." Her small hand landed against my tense shoulder, and I wanted to sink into her warm touch.

She's your best friend's daughter... No...

"Right, and I am not a billionaire. Come on, let's get you some water. Then I'll call your dad and he can come and pick you up." I took a step away from her, hoping the distance would help cool my heated blood. Then I closed the front door and turned on my heels, heading in the direction of the kitchen.

"Actually, I don't want you to call my dad... I didn't come here because I need help..." I could hear her call behind me, her heels smacking against the marble. What did she mean she didn't need me to call her dad? I couldn't keep her here with me. If her father found out, my ass would be...

"I want you." The words made me stop dead in my tracks. What did she say? I turned around without thought, staring down at her. She was so fragile, so perfectly unflawed. We couldn't be together, and I knew for a fact that she knew that.