Best Friend’s Daddy

by Snow, Victoria

  I got it. I understood Jacob’s motivation, but I wasn’t the woman for him—not if that was his idea of a happy family. Jacob was trying to create the family he’d never had. When I first met him our freshman year at college, I had fallen for his charm. He’d been so sweet and nurturing, even if it did border on the controlling side. My entire life I had grown up in a small town with my dad as the county sheriff. Most of the boys stayed far away from me for fear of earning my father’s wrath. The minute I got to college, I planned on going a little wild. Then I met Jacob and realized I didn’t have to go wild to have fun.

  I had been convinced he was the one I would finally lose my virginity to. And then he didn’t want it. At least, he didn’t want it before he had a ring on my finger and a marriage license hanging on our wall. He was convinced I would get pregnant. I explained birth control, in depth. He said there was never a sure thing and he wouldn’t risk getting me pregnant out of wedlock. The guy had some pretty deep-seated issues. His mom had gotten pregnant fresh out of high school and his father had walked out on them when he was a baby. Jacob did not want to do that to another child.

  I didn’t get it, but in Jacob’s eyes, it made perfect sense. He wanted to be the breadwinner, the super dad and the perfect husband. I wanted to be happy while having a career as a doctor and maybe a family. Jacob and my dad agreed on one thing, exactly one thing—I couldn’t and shouldn’t be a doctor. It infuriated me and was actually a little hurtful that the two men in my life that were supposed to love me didn’t think I was good enough to make it as a doctor.

  I always felt like they were patting me on the head when they told me I should try and be a nurse first to see how I liked the field. As if I was too dumb to realize what I wanted. It hurt that they didn’t think I had the dedication or the brains to make it as a doctor. They saw me as a fluffy, chipper redhead and not as the woman inside. It pissed me off and what they didn’t realize was their constant disapproval and chastising fueled me. I used their words to push myself when I was studying for a particularly hard test or feeling a little overwhelmed with the pre-requisites to get into med school.

  I pushed all of that to the side. I was confident I had pulled off the grades I needed to get into the premed program. I had been refreshing the screen on my laptop every minute, waiting for the grades to be posted. I wasn’t worried, but once I saw the grades and could officially consider the semester over, it was game on. Hot Professor would be mine.

  I already had my plan of attack ready. I pulled out the revealing black lace teddy I had bought with this very night in mind. I was going to go the whole nine yards and even had the garter and the black stockings. On a whim, I had picked up some red stilettos to go with my seduction outfit. They were bold and daring and very unlike me. I loved them.

  I had pampered myself earlier, getting the full-body treatment at a local, cheap spa. I had waxed and moisturized and felt like I was as good as I was going to get. My skin was satiny smooth, and I felt pretty. I had to feel pretty to bolster my confidence. What I was about to do was crazy and completely unlike me, which was exactly why I was going to do it. I wanted to shed that shy side right alongside my virginity.

  I pulled on the black lace that clung to my curves. I wasn’t in the Kardashian realm of booty, but I was definitely not a size two either. I was big-boned. At least that’s what my dad always said when I tried to wear the tiny little clothes my friends were wearing in high school. Jacob had told me he loved my womanly body with all its curves. I was healthy and that’s all I worried about. I’d long ago given up on the idea of looking like the supermodels of the world.

  I turned left, then right, staring in the mirror and making sure everything was tucked in where it was supposed to be. The tight teddy gave me an hourglass figure à la Marilyn Monroe. I walked back to my open laptop on my bed and hit the refresh.

  “Seriously!” I scowled, my patience growing very thin.

  Sunny Baker had a date with her destiny and the stupid delay in the posting of grades was killing me. I had been practicing what I would say to convince Professor Drew that it was okay for us to be together.

  “One night only,” I whispered, staring in the mirror as I said it.

  I wanted my voice to sound husky and sexy and exude sex. I grabbed chunks of my strawberry blond hair and fluffed the thick layers, wanting a tousled, yet exotic look. I had carefully applied just enough eye makeup to give myself the perfect smoky look, highlighting my green eyes. I had avoided lipstick, not wanting to leave the man covered in it when I finally got my chance to smother his gorgeous body with kisses. My plump lips were already plenty noticeable. I kept it simple with a light gloss.

  “Hi, Professor Drew. Can I come in?” I practiced saying the words in the mirror.

  I wanted to sound breezy, sexy and mature. Was I pulling it off? I walked to the bed where I had laid out the simple dress I would wear over my lingerie. I pulled it on before slipping on the red heels. I grabbed the red coat I would be wearing and took another look in the mirror.

  “Hi, can I come in for a minute?” I said the words with a soft smile playing on my lips.

  I nodded my head. “Perfect. You’ve got this, girl. He can’t resist you. Be cool, be casual and then ask him to take your virginity,” I said with a small laugh.

  I was going to convince him that he would absolutely have a good time. What man could resist the offer of sex with no strings attached? I knew the good professor well enough to know he was probably going to try and tell me it was wrong and that I wouldn’t be able to handle a one-nighter. I would tell him I could absolutely handle it. Could he handle it?

  I burst into nervous laughter as I played out the conversation in my head. “Can you handle me, Professor Drew? Am I too much for you to handle?” I cooed.

  I closed my eyes and imagined him lunging for me, unable to resist what I was offering. He’d pull me close, towering over me. His hard body would be pressed against mine and I would get the chance to feel his lips again. I had been longing for his kiss every night since the first one. He was older, wiser and probably way out of my league, but I trusted him to know what he was doing. I wanted my first time to be with someone who could give me pleasure and not act like a rutting beast. I wanted a man. I didn’t want some college jock who would walk around with his chest puffed out telling all the guys he met that he’d been the one to pop my cherry. No thank you.

  The professor—or Drew, I had to remind myself to call him—Drew was the man I needed. Maybe, just maybe, he’d realize he was madly in love with me and we would live happily ever after. Now, if only the damn grades would hurry up and get posted I could get on with my future.

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