by T L Osborn
“Okay, okay, but I have to get my friend to pick me up. I’m supposed to go to her place for drinks tonight. Will that be okay?”
“Sure.” I’m disappointed. I want her to myself. I am a selfish prick, after all.
I begin driving down the road and we head towards my place. I’m being ridiculous, stupid, and a little bit impulsive. I’ve never brought a woman to my house before, nor introduced one to Charlotte. This seems like a bad idea but right now I don’t care. I drive down the road and Aria turns toward the backseat.
“Charlotte, what book are you reading?” I glance in the rear-view mirror.
“A princess one.”
“Which one is your favourite?” Aria asks with genuine interest.
“All of them.” A typical answer for Charlotte. “What’s your favwit?”
“I like Beauty and the Beast.”
“Let me guess—you fell in love with the library?” I chuckle.
“Well, yes, the library had something to do with it, but it was more about the story and how love can prevail.”
I roll my eyes but inwardly smile. Wait until she sees my library.
What am I thinking? She’s not my girlfriend; there’ll be no falling in love whatsoever. I shouldn’t even be bringing her home, I’m a lot surprised that I’m even doing this, and even more so that I have her around my daughter. I wouldn’t say I dated in the past more like a few flings where the women have always got something generous from me, and I got sex in return but, it was always on my terms. I never let them near my daughter because all they wanted was money and I didn’t trust them enough to bring them into my home. My home is my sanctuary a place where I show my true self not the man shielded behind the suit and tie. Yet, something about Aria tells me I can trust her. We pull into the driveway of my home.
“Whoa! This is your house?” Aria asks. “It’s gorgeous.”
“Thanks,” I say. I automatically open the garage door, parking my car in the usual spot.
“Look at all the cars, there’s one here for like every day of the week,” Aria says as she opens the car door. I climb out, open Charlotte’s door, unbuckle her, and then turn to look at Aria who’s eyeing up Charlotte’s kid’s jeeps and giggles lightly.
“Let me guess these are your favourites?” She asks pointing to them.
I fold my arms across my chest, shaking my head. “But of course what man doesn’t like driving around in a hot pink jeep.”
Aria snorts with laughter. “Very macho.”
“Actually, they’re Charlotte’s, mine obviously, are over here.” I point to the line of cars.
“Do you have a favourite car?”
“That’s not a fair question.”
“I never said it was fair, I was just wondering.”
I chuckle. “I’d have to say I love my Audi down the end. However, they’re not family cars as they have two doors so, I drive the Jaguar XJ 5.0 V8 supercharged saloon that we drove here today, as it fits Charlotte’s car seat really well.”
“Why do guys do that? Have to state the horsepower of the engine? It’s like you’re trying to over compensate for something a lot smaller.”
“Do you want to see the other two so you can see the difference?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Nope.” She doesn’t want to see my car? Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all. “It’s just a car.”
“Just a car? I think not, it’s a fine machine made for speed and endurance, and plus it looks sexy and is smooth to drive.”
“I believe you, I do.”
“You’d much rather see the library?”
“Now, you’re talking my language.”
I hold out a hand and she slips hers into mine as I guide her through my home.
“Wait, my books?” Aria says turning around to the car.
“I’ll come back for them,” I assure her.
I steer her through into the library. “Wow. This is amazing.” Aria steps into the room working her way around spinning as she takes it in. “I think I know how Belle felt when the Beast showed her his library.”
“Are you comparing me to him? Because I think I’m much better.”
“I dunno he never elbowed Belle in the face,” Aria says folding her arms across her chest, only pushing her tits higher up in the t-shirt. I grit my teeth it takes all my might and strength not to go over there and rip it off.
“Speaking of your face, how are you feeling?
“It’s a little achy but it’s fine.”
I arch an eyebrow at her, unconvinced she’s telling me the truth. I direct Aria to my couch. “Get comfortable. You’re going to be here a while.”
I grab an ice-pack from the freezer, walk back over to her, and sit down. “Is that necessary? My face is fine.”
“I just want to take precautions in making sure I definitely haven’t broken it. Now, lie back. This’ll be really cold.”
Aria hisses as I set the ice-pack on her face. “That’s freezing.”
“I warned you,” I say.
I leave Aria resting there and walk back out to the car, gather all the books, and as I wander back inside, I’m intrigued further by what Aria has chosen. I got a peek at the library but couldn’t really view them. I read the back of one. Sex, romance, and a whole lot of mushy rubbish really. To each their own.
Charlotte comes over and holds out one of her books to Aria, gently lifting the ice-pack. “Read pwease, Ari,” she instructs.
“Charlotte, her name is Aria,” I tell her.
She shrugs at me. “I like Ari.” She’s exactly like me—stubborn and feisty.
“Princess, give Aria a minute to have the ice-pack on her nose. I’ll tell you when she can read.”
Aria rips it off her face. “I’m fine. I can read now.”
I sigh. Might as well make myself useful. “Can I get you ladies a drink?”
“Daddy, can I have bubblenade?”
Aria looks at me, puzzled.
“Lemonade,” I explain. “All right, but only a little one.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I look at Aria.
“A coffee, if it’s not too much trouble.”
“How do you have it?”
“Milk, one sugar,” Aria replies.
I pour a drink for Charlotte and make Aria’s coffee.
I carry the drinks over and sit down with them while Aria reads. Charlotte points to all her favourite bits. And I decide right then, by the end of the night Aria will be naked beneath me screaming my name.
Aria
Restlessly, I wriggle on the couch, trying to get comfortable. I’ve been reading since Charlotte ran off to play after we’d read a few of her books. I try rolling onto my side but can’t get comfortable. I roll onto my back, but that’s not right either. I feel a bit like Goldilocks in the three bears’ house.
Frustrated, I stand up and stretch my muscles, and to my surprise, my face feels a lot better than it did an hour ago. I turn to see Simon the Greek God sitting at the dining room table, reading something as his long, lean arms rest on the table. In one hand, he twirls a pen.
“Should you be standing?” he asks without even lifting his eyes away from the page. “Probably not, but I was just…” Checking you out.
“Gawking at me?” A smirk crosses his face.
“Just how big is your ego?” I pull my phone out of my pocket and see I have a message from Stephanie. Please tell me our plans are still on for tonight. I don’t know how much more of his hotness I can take without throwing myself at him. I want to just walk over, sit on his lap, and let him kiss me until I can’t breathe. Turning away from him, I look at the message.
Steph: Hey! Sorry, girly. I’m going to have to rain-check tonight. Something came up with work.
“Damn!” I say aloud.
“Problem?” Simon asks.
“My plans for tonight just got cancelled. I was looking forward to having a girly night.”
He stands and walks over to me, grips my hi
ps, and pulls me against him. “I can do girly.”
“Are you going to let me paint your nails?” I giggle.
“We can drink wine, paint your nails, and…” He leans down, whispering against my neck.
“I’m listening.”
He places a light kiss at the base and continues upwards towards my ear. I groan lightly, enjoying the feel of his lips against my skin and the smell of his cologne that fills my nose, causing my head to spin.
“Kiss me,” he whispers, reaching my ear. My moan fills the air. He fists my shirt and I grab his, hauling his mouth towards mine. The spark that ignites burns a wildfire between us. I groan into his mouth, only making him kiss me harder.
“Eww! Icky,” a little voice giggles.
We leap apart, pretending we weren’t just kissing, though Simon can’t hide his grin.
“I should actually think about leaving. I’ve taken up far too much of your time already,” I murmur.
Simon stuffs his hands into his pockets, looking uncomfortable, and as I look down, I see why. His bulge strains against the material of his jeans. I quickly look back up, and his eyes are blazing with lust. I did that to him. Nerdy, boring, bookworm me has made a man hard without even touching his cock. Unlike with Lance.
Stop it! Don’t think about that asshole.
“You haven’t actually,” Simon replies.
“You’ve been fantastic, but I should really leave you to the rest of your evening.”
“Stay,” he urges, and I look at him. “At least for dinner. Then, if you’re still set on going home, I’ll take you.”
“Simon, I shouldn’t, and we hardly know each other.”
He steps forward. “What if I want you to stay so I can get to know you?’
“I… I want to. I really do, but–”
“So what’s stopping you? We’ve got great food, great company, and the best wine around.”
I look at Charlotte. She’s nodding in agreement with him.
“We can read some more books, Ari.” Charlotte’s eyes plead with me.
“I also make a mean fettuccine, if I do say so myself.”
“Charlotte had me at books,” I finally agree. He fist-pumps the air then looks at me. I crook my finger at him, and he walks over. I grip his shirt, pull him towards me, and lean up, my mouth touching his. I kiss him quickly and pull back to find him grinning. “Oh, and you had better cook the best damn fettuccine I’ve ever had.”
Chapter Four
Simon
I begin making dinner, pulling pots and pans out of my kitchen cupboards. I’ll make this the best damn pasta she’s ever tasted. She’ll be putty in my hands by the end of the evening. I take out the chicken, bacon, mushrooms, pasta, cream, and cheese.
“Can I help with anything?” Aria asks.
“Nope, I’ve got it covered food-wise, but if you’d like to pour some wine for us to drink, that would be fantastic.”
“Are you trying to get me drunk so we end up in bed together?”
I chuckle. “Sweet Aria, I don’t need alcohol to get you into bed.”
“Oh yeah? Prove it,” she challenges.
I glance over my shoulder; Charlotte is nowhere to be found. I take a step forward, wrapping an arm around her waist, and pull her close. I press my lips down on hers as I slide my other hand up over her breast. I thumb her nipple, which hardens under my touch. She moans into my mouth as her hips grind against me. I stop our kiss and drag my lips down her neck.
“You see, sweet Aria? I don’t need alcohol to get you hot and bothered.”
“No fair.”
“I never said I play fair, honey.” I grin, and she turns away from me to control her emotions.
“Where is the wine and glasses?”
“The wine is in the bottom of the pantry, and glasses are in the top cupboard above the stove.” I point to where they live. Aria pours us each a glass of wine and we clink together.
She doesn’t look at me as she takes a sip. “Yum.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
“You haven’t even tasted it.”
“I wasn’t talking about the wine.”
She blushes.
“Daddy, look.” Charlotte runs into the kitchen, breaking our flirting session.
“Aww, princess, that’s great. What is it?”
She looks up at me, her blue eyes filling with tears. Note to self: at least guess what she has drawn.
“I think you need your eyes checked. It’s clearly a flower,” Aria says, looking around me. Charlotte spins around and thrusts the piece of paper at her, then squeals, “It’s for you.”
“Thank you, Charlotte. I love it.”
She beams and hugs Aria.
“Charlotte, draw here at the table while Aria and I cook dinner,” I say.
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Hold on, when were you and I cooking dinner?” Aria jabs a finger in my chest.
“The sooner we cook dinner, the sooner we get to dessert.”
“Is it ice-cream?” Charlotte asks hopefully.
“You only get dessert, young lady, if you eat all your dinner,” I tell her.
“And me?” Aria whispers in my ear, as she rubs herself against me on purpose.
“You’re getting dessert either way,” I whisper back.
Aria walks away from me, sashaying her ass as she goes. I continue cooking dinner, and when the water is boiling, I put the fettuccine into the pot.
“Simon, what are you doing?” Aria asks, flabbergasted.
“Uh, putting the pasta in to cook.” I try to keep the duh tone out of my voice.
She comes over, reaches into the pantry, finds some oil, and pours it into the pot, her ass pressed hard against my groin. I watch it as she presses it harder against me, causing my cock to strain against my zipper. She’s doing this on purpose. Charlotte starts talking, although I can’t hear what she’s saying, because I’m too busy staring at Aria’s ass.
Delectable fucking ass.
“Simon, stop staring,” Aria scolds, spinning around.
“Can’t.”
She gently cups my face in both her hands and leans up, pressing her lips to mine. I wrap my arms around her. She feels absolutely perfect in my arms, made just for me. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I want her so bad it hurts. Surprisingly, there’s no reaction from Charlotte, and Aria pulls back laughing. I find myself chuckling with her. I can’t help it; her laughter is infectious.
“She’s right. We should finish cooking dinner.” Aria reiterates what Charlotte must’ve been saying. Aria helps me finish and tops off our glasses of wine as I place a plate down in front of Charlotte.
“Daddy, icky. There’s mushwooms.” She pushes her plate away.
“Just pick them out, princess.” I drag the plate back. I head back to grab my own plate off the kitchen bench, and as I do, I watch Aria pull Charlotte’s plate towards her and pick all the mushrooms out. I sit back down and see Aria has picked her own mushrooms out too.
“Girls,” I mutter.
“What?”
“There is nothing wrong with mushrooms.” I stuff a forkful into my mouth.
“They’re yucky,” Aria says, and I take another bite and chew. “And if you even think I’m going anywhere near your mouth after all those icky mushrooms, think again.”
“Just eat.”
Charlotte and Aria look at each other, then snigger. Aria teases me, licking sauce off her fork and staring at me the entire time. I slide my foot next to hers then begin toying with her. She giggles while trying to twirl some pasta around her fork. I lick my lips of the sauce, and she grips my thigh, her small hand sliding up and down. She tries to reach a little higher, but I grab her hand, sliding it back down my leg.
I look over at Charlotte, who cutely enough is starting to fall asleep at the table. Her head is drooping over her plate, her tiny hand gripping her fork as she begins snoring. I leave my plate of food and pick her up.
“I’ll just go chang
e her and pop her into bed.” I carry a snoring Charlotte upstairs, change her into her pyjamas, and tuck her in. She’ll be asleep for the night, I hope.
“She’s such a cutie,” Aria comments, as I head back into the kitchen. “Falling asleep over dinner.”
“Yeah, she’s a heavy sleeper, out like a light.”
Aria and I finish dinner and begin washing the dishes. She dries while I wash.
“Simon!” she shrieks as I splash her with some water. Her shirt nice and wet, revealing her black bra. She reaches into the sink, pulling out a bunch of bubbles, and dumps them on my head, racing away from me. Except, I’m quicker and lift her off the ground. She squeals with laughter. I dump her onto the couch and lean down to kiss her deeply, sexually, and full of desire. Like I’ve wanted to all night.
“I bet you’re glad Charlotte is a deep sleeper.”
“Oh, I really am,” I agree, kissing her again. I tug her upwards, lifting her into my arms, and carry her up the stairs. I fully intend on locking my bedroom door tonight.
Aria
The entire way up the stairs, he stops at walls to kiss me into a frenzy. I run my hands up his chest with a desperate need to get to flesh. When we finally arrive outside a room, he lowers me down to the floor and opens the door. It closes, and he locks it, then we’re all over each other. His hands wander my body, mine wandering his. He grips the base of my T-shirt, tugging it off over my head, while I run my hands underneath his.
He tugs me farther into the room as I struggle to get his shirt off, until he finally pulls it off over his head.
Oh my God!
I knew the man was hot… but I’m melting like butter. His upper torso is ripped and muscly, and those abs. Gazing at his delicious pecs, I’m determined to kiss every inch of him before I leave. He pulls me towards him, mashing our mouths back together as he undoes my jeans. I lie back on the bed as he tugs them off, with me trying to help but kicking him in the process.
