Forbidden Fantasy with my Best Friend’s Dad
“Going somewhere?”
I exhaled sharply. “Open the damn door, Stacey.”
She raised a brow. “Now, where’s the fun in that?”
I took a step forward, but before I could snatch the key from her, she did something that made my patience snap. She reached into her lingerie and tucked the key between her breasts.
I ran a hand down my face, forcing my anger down. “Really? You think this is funny?”
She smiled, leaning against the sofa like she had all the time in the world. “Oh, I think it’s hilarious.”