by S. C. Adams
I grimace, although of course, Leanne can’t see.
“Okay, sounds good,” I say.
“Thanks again. Talk to you soon Drake! Bye now!” Leanne chirps.
“See ya,” I say as I hang up, my heart jumping inside of my chest.
I lean against the counter, my elbow bumping into the coffee mug. Luckily, the steaming cup of joe doesn’t spill. I glance down at it. With the adrenaline rush I’m feeling right now, I no longer need the hot java to wake me up. In fact, I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep over the next couple of days because my excitement will keep me wide awake as I lie in bed and anticipate seeing Jenna’s curvaceous figure once more.
Then again, I’m still not sure if Jenna is even attracted to me. Hell, she might just think of me as the loving uncle who showers her with her favorite novels. Maybe I’ve completely misread her blushing cheeks and batting eyelashes. What if this mutual attraction is actually completely one-sided? I’d feel like a fool.
Once again, inner turmoil festers inside of me, driving me mad. I wish things between us were simple and that Jenna wasn’t my late wife’s niece. It’s all very complicated, and now this Parents Weekend thing has thrown an additional curveball my way. I’m supposed to be attending it as a “father figure,” but my thoughts are anything but fatherly. I want to do things to Jenna that she’s probably only read in her novels and more. I want her moaning in my arms, and then I want to hold her, stroking those curls as she comes down from a shuddering climax. I want to teach her everything about what happens between a man and woman, but unfortunately, this wanting is utterly taboo.
8
Jenna
Twirling back and forth in the mirror, I stare at the dark blue jeans hugging my wide hips and plump bottom. A sigh slips from my lips as I unzip them and take them off, kicking them to the side. I’ve tried on what seems like a million different outfits, but nothing feels right. I huff as I plop down onto my dorm bed in nothing but a pair of panties and a matching bra.
I probably shouldn’t care so much, but I want to look perfect for Uncle Drake. It’s not like he’ll be paying much attention to my outfit; he’s only coming to visit me because my mom begged him to. Yet foolishly, I’ve been fantasizing that this weekend together will spark a passionate flame between us, one that’s inextinguishable. I know it’s silly, but I can’t help but hope that we’ll fall hopelessly in love with each other and have a happily ever after. It’s the romance novels I’ve been reading. I blame the authors for creating these desires in my head that can’t be quenched.
After all, it would be absurd for Uncle Drake to be into me. He’s a handsome billionaire who could have any woman in the world; I doubt he’s interested in his own niece. I wish this crush would go away, but every time I think of him, it feels like my feelings grow stronger. I’ll probably always desire him, no matter what I do.
I sigh and stare at the pile of clothes I’ve created from trying on outfits. Drake will be here any minute now, and I still haven’t found anything to wear. I let out another sigh as I roll over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. I don’t even know how I’m supposed to handle one-on-one time with him this weekend because I still get nervous in his presence. My heart is going to be as loud as a drum every time he so much as looks at me.
Dang, this is pathetic. Snorting, I hop off the bed and walk over to the pile of clothes. I have to hurry up and throw something, anything, on. He’s probably on his way over right now, and I don’t want to keep him waiting. Digging through the pile, I pull out a pair of jeans and a soft pink sweater. It was the first outfit I’d chosen, but after staring into the mirror for too long, I’d quickly taken it off and tossed it to the side.
My cell phone vibrates on top of my bed. I quickly grab it, checking to see who it could be. Sure enough, it’s a text message from Uncle Drake saying that he just found a spot in the visitors’ parking lot. Oh no, I’m not even dressed yet! It looks like I won’t have time to change my mind about my outfit this time. I quickly struggle into the blue jeans and then put on the pink top. Leaning toward the mirror, I scrunch my curls with my hands to give them bounce before stepping back to stare at myself, taking one last look at my outfit. It’s fine. Everything is going to be fine.
My phone vibrates again. I glance over at it as I slide my feet into a pair of black flats, then rush over to read the message. It’s Drake again; he wants to know which dorm building I live in. Oh gosh! I was nervous before, but now that he’s minutes away, I feel like I’m about to faint. I take a seat on my bed as I text him back before quickly spraying my favorite perfume on my neck and the insides of my wrists.
Then, I turn into a whirlwind of activity. I gather the articles of clothing I’ve tried on and toss them into my wardrobe, hiding them out of sight. I don’t want him to think I’m a slob, especially since I always keep my dorm room as clean as a whistle. Quickly, I scan my bedroom with my eyes to make sure everything else is in place. Good. Nothing else appears to be out of order.
OMG, Drake is going to be here in mere seconds. I pace back and forth, wearing a hole in the carpet. I can’t believe Mom convinced him to come here. If Natalie hadn’t thrown a huge fit and forced our parents to take her on a college visit, I wouldn’t be on the verge of having a panic attack right now. How am I supposed to stay calm around Uncle Drake for an entire weekend?
After all, there’s nowhere for me to run and hide this time because we’ll be by each other’s side for the next two days. Darn it, how will I be able to appear normal for so long? I should have told Mom that it was alright to spend this weekend alone. Now, I’m caught in a tight spot, and I don’t know what I’m going to do.
A knock at the door startles me, causing me to practically jump out of my skin. That’s got to be him. My heart stops as I stare at the door, unable to move. My feet are stuck on the fuzzy pink carpet. I want to take a step forward, but I can’t. Then, a knock comes again, making my heart flutter. I have to let him in – I can’t just leave Drake out there in the hallway the entire weekend.
“Jenna?” he calls out from the other side of the door, his voice deep and powerful.
I clear my throat as I slowly walk toward the door. My hand trembles as I turn the doorknob, and then it happens. The door opens to reveal my gorgeous uncle. He looks even better than I remember, with his tall, broad frame dwarfing our small hallway. Our eyes lock, sending a wave of tingles through my body and neither of us says a word, but I swear I can feel sparks flying all around us.
I can’t believe he’s actually here! I feel like I’m dreaming, but I’m wide awake. Then Drake smiles, flashing his pearly white teeth. I love that smile because it’s contagious and puts me at ease. Naturally, I smile back, my grin spreading from ear to ear. I know I should let him in, but I just want a few more seconds of gazing into his eyes. My pounding heart is so loud that I’m certain he can hear it as well.
“Hi, Uncle Drake,” I finally say.
“Hey, Jenna. It’s good to see you again,” he says.
“It’s good to see you, too,” I reply, still smiling a bit too widely. Then, I step aside and hold the door open for him. “Come in.”
“Thanks.” He steps into my dorm. His eyes are immediately drawn to the paintings covering the walls. He stops in front of one of the piece of art and stares at it for a bit. “Nice artwork. Where did you buy it?” I giggle as I walk over next to him.
“Silly, I painted it myself,” I say softly.
“You did?” he asks as he turns toward me, impressed.
“Yeah, I painted all of these actually,” I say, gesturing with my arm. He slowly makes his way around my dorm room, admiring each piece that’s hanging on the walls. He stops, then slowly turns toward me.
“You’re amazing,” he utters. “I know a bit about art, and they’re really good.” My entire body goes warm, and I instantly begin to blush.
“Thank you,” I reply softly. “I appreciate that.”
Drake nods, still looking
around.
“So you have this place all to yourself?” he asks.
“Yeah. Mom and Dad had to pay a little extra for me to have a single, but it’s worth it. My roommate last year was really nice, but I prefer privacy,” I explain.
“Understandable. My college roommate and I are still really good friends, but I know that isn’t always the case. I’ve heard horror stories about people getting stuck with inconsiderate slobs,” he says.
“That would drive me crazy. My room has to be clean at all times because a messy bedroom makes me feel anxious,” I admit. He glances around the room again.
“I can see that. I would expect a woman your age to have clothes and makeup all over the place, but your floor is clean enough to eat off of,” he jokes.
“Yeah, I’m a bit of a neat freak,” I say as I blush. He takes a few steps toward me, stopping just in front of me.
“That’s a great trait to have,” he says. “Some of the women I’ve met don’t even know how to use a broom, let alone wash a dish. Do you cook?”
I beam.
“Almost every night. The food in the cafeteria is okay, but I’d much rather prepare my own meals. It’s healthier. Plus, I’ve always loved cooking,” I say as I stare into his crystal irises. “We have a shared kitchen at the end of the hall, so I get my own groceries and whip up dinner just about every night.”
“You’re amazing, Jenna,” he murmurs, causing me to blush again.
Gosh, it’s so nice hearing that! This man understands me, and I enjoy being with him. But then, I glance down and notice a slight bulge in Drake’s pants. Oh my gosh! I’ve got to be imagining this; there’s no way he has a boner right now.
Quickly, I turn away from him because the knowledge drives me crazy. I grab my jacket and toss it on, then I slide my student ID and keys into my pocket, trying to act normal.
“So there’s a campus tour with a student guide starting soon. We’ll walk around with a large group and then grab lunch in the café afterward,” I babble. “Does that sound good?”
“Sure, or you could show me around,” he suggests as he moves closer to me.
“Me?”
“Yeah,” he chuckles. “It’s your second year here, so you probably know this place like the back of your hand.”
I swallow hard as Drake stares intensely into my eyes. He’s right – I know where everything is on this campus. I could show him around, which would give us more time alone, but every second I spend with him makes it harder to control myself. Oh god, what if I end up doing something stupid, like trying to kiss him? Yet, in my heart of hearts, I’m secretly hoping that will happen.
“Okay,” I agree softly. “I can take you around.”
“Great,” Drake says as reaches around me and places his hand on the doorknob. He leans in close for a moment, and the air exits my lungs. But then he swings the door open and grins, the moment gone.
“Where should we start?” he asks.
I feel like an idiot. “We’ll start in the quad,” I say, my voice trembling a bit as the words flow from my mouth.
“Alright,” he says, flashing that knowing grin again.
I take a breath as I step out into the hallway. My face is probably super red right now and it feels like it’s burning. I can’t believe I was close enough to him to kiss him, and that even more, I wanted it to happen. Because what would’ve happened if we kissed? We’d probably still be in my dorm room making out instead of heading down the hallway toward the elevator.
I glance at Drake from the corner of my eye as he strides down the hallway with confidence. He might be twice my age, but he’s in formidable shape. In fact, he’s in better shape than half of the guys on campus.
A few other students and their parents are already waiting at the elevator and we join the group, blending in with them. As the parents eagerly ask my peers about their semester here at Marymount, I take a deep breath. Then I exhale slowly as we step onto the elevator. It’s a bit cramped inside, so I end up squished in a corner with Uncle Drake, our bodies skimming against one another.
He’s turned slightly toward me. When he exhales, his warm breath tickles my neck, sending tingles down my back. Holy cow! Suddenly, he shifts, and I know it’s not my imagination anymore. Drake’s huge bulge is pressed against the side of my belly, and my eyes grow wide. Is this really happening? Is my uncle not-so-subtly pressing his cock against me, letting me know that the attraction’s real?
At that moment, the elevator dings as it comes to a stop, and I hold my breath. Meanwhile, Drake’s breath continues to graze my skin, making me feel weak in the knees. I exhale as everyone begins to exit the elevator and then take a step and stumble, nearly falling to the ground. My jello knees aren’t strong enough to hold me right now, so Drake catches me in his strong arms just before I go crashing down to the ground.
“Are you alright?” he asks with a knowing grin.
“Yes, I must’ve just lost my balance,” I stammer, still feeling weak in the knees.
“Here, take a seat,” he says as he walks me over to a sitting area near the front desk.
“Thank you,” I mutter, feeling a bit embarrassed. I can’t believe this is happening. OMG, what do I do?
“Um, I think I’m okay now,” I murmur after a few seconds of sitting.
“Are you sure?” Drake asks, his eyes dancing.
“Yes,” I say.
Then, he stands up and extends his hand out to me. I place mine into his and instantly feel a spark as we touch. Drake feels it too and he gently pulls me up as we gaze into each other’s eyes. I can’t take it; I’m falling and there’s nothing that I can do about it.
“Thank you,” I whisper breathily.
“You’re welcome,” he replies, his voice oddly deep.
“Um, we should probably head outside now,” I say, still staring into his eyes.
“Sounds like a plan,” he says. There goes his smile again, causing my heart to skip a beat.
With that, Drake leads me to the door. A cool breeze brushes against my skin as we step outside of my dorm, walking side by side. I spot a large group gathering in the quad with a student dressed in Marymount apparel facing them holding a megaphone. The tour must be starting in the quad and there’s still a chance for us to join them. I glance at Uncle Drake’s chiseled features and suddenly feel possessive. He’s absolutely gorgeous, and I don’t want to share my time alone with him with anyone else.
“Maybe we should start in the library,” I say. He glances over at the tour group.
“Sure,” he says.
We stride down the walkway toward a tall building with huge glass windows. This is my favorite place on campus, and it definitely isn’t your average library; it has seven floors and just about every book known to man. Drake wraps his hand around the ornate door handle and pulls it open, stepping to the side to let me in first.
“Thank you,” I say.
“You’re welcome,” he replies. He looks around and marvels at huge, airy atrium. “This place is impressive,” he growls.
“Yeah, I love it here. There are tons of books, and it’s a great place to study since it’s so quiet.”
“I think I would get lost in this place,” he smirks. I laugh too.
“I actually did get lost in here once, but it was my first time, so I have an excuse,” I confess.
He laughs, and hearing him chuckle makes me giggle again. Drake follows closely behind me as we walk over to my favorite corner of the library. He plops down on a comfy beanbag chair, causing us both to laugh again. A student sitting alone at a table glances up at us and scolds us with her eyes.
“Sorry,” he apologizes, not sounding sorry at all. Then, he looks up at me and places his finger on his lips. “Shhh,” he shushes me, causing us both to erupt with laughter again.
It’s strange, but I’m not nervous around him right now, and I don’t feel the need to run and hide. I feel comfortable in my uncle’s presence – so comfortable that now, anticipatio
n fills my heart. The weekend has only just begun, but I already feel like something magical is about to happen.
9
Jenna
Standing on my tippy toes, I reach up and take two yellow lunch trays off of a stack piled high. They’re sort of damp, but it’s probably because they were just washed. I hand one of the trays to Uncle Drake and he smirks as he takes it from me. He takes two plates from another pile and gives one to me.
“Hopefully, the food is as good as you say,” he jokes.
“It is,” I giggle. “Not.”
Since we went on our own tour without the group, we made it around campus in less than an hour. We’re the first ones in the cafeteria, which means we get first dibs on the food. Of course, Drake offered to take me out to a restaurant not too far from here, but I politely declined. He’s already going out of his way to be here for me; I don’t want to ask too much of him.
“I still think we should have went to eat at Chez Josephine,” he jokes.
“And pass up on all of this gourmet food?” I tease.
“Gourmet?” he questions as he raises an eyebrow, still wearing that sexy smirk.
“Yes,” I giggle as we walk over to the buffet station with our trays in our hands. “Voila! Behold, Marymount’s finest foods,” I pronounce.
“Hmm, not bad,” he says as he takes in the assortment of dishes. Honestly, it’s not so terrible. We pay a fortune in tuition, so the food is okay, even if it’s not gourmet. I inhale deeply as I reach for a metal spoon inside of the gooey macaroni and cheese in front of me. Wrapping my hand around the handle, I scoop a large helping of the macaroni onto my plate. Meanwhile, Uncle Drake goes for the steak and potatoes, putting a side of broccoli on his plate as well. I grab utensils and a few napkins for us.
