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My Wildest Fantasy 5
Copyright © 2016 Kelli Wolfe
Published by Pink Parts Press
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All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.
You’d be all over him if I left you alone, and I seriously doubt that Blake is enough of a saint to refuse temptation like that if it falls into his lap.
Olivia doesn’t realize that I’ve already given in to temptation. A lot. But she’s suspicious enough to want Callie out of the beach house while she’s away on a business trip. And with her trust fund on the line, Callie doesn’t have a lot of choice about it. It turns out you can do a lot of interesting things on a two hour car ride, though.
So you’re Olivia’s newest boy toy, eh?
Callie’s father doesn’t want me around his place any more than Olivia wanted Callie around the beach house. Insulting me isn’t the best way to get me to play nice, though. By the time he finished, I’d made up my mind to spend all weekend doing filthy things to his little girl in every single room of his house. Spending some time getting to know the real Callie is an unexpected bonus.
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How had Olivia figured it out? Had she actually seen us? What had we done to give ourselves away?
Callie’s lips pursed in a stubborn moue, and she planted her small fists on her hips. “No. I’m not going. I’m eighteen and an adult now. Why shouldn’t I be able to stay if I want?”
Olivia’s glare grew so hot that I was surprised her daughter didn’t burst into flames. “Because you’re still young enough to get into more trouble than you know how to get yourself out of, young lady, which means that I’ll be the one stuck bailing you out of it.”
“Exactly what kind of trouble do you think I’m going to get into with Blake here?”
Her mother threw her head back and laughed. “Oh, sweetheart. Do you think I haven’t noticed the way you look at him? You’d be all over him if I left you alone, and I seriously doubt that Blake is enough of a saint to refuse temptation like that if it falls into his lap.”
She’d gotten that part right, but it sounded like she still hadn’t quite realized that I’d already given in to temptation. Repeatedly. I’d had enough, though. It was time to get this out into the open and deal with whatever nastiness Olivia decided to dish out. I started to open my mouth, but Callie narrowed her eyes and gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head.
“Wow,” she said, staring at her mother in disbelief. “Project much? In case you hadn’t noticed, Blake is your age—no offense. But just because you want him doesn’t mean that everyone else does.”
I blinked and fought down a surge of annoyance, but this was her game so I kept quiet. Olivia’s glance darted to me and then back to her daughter, and doubt began to show through her anger. I tried to look dubious as well, hoping to add to her confusion. Maybe we could talk ourselves out of this yet. This time, anyway.
Seconds ticked slowly by as Olivia studied her daughter, until finally she shook her head. “Maybe I was wrong about that,” she said grudgingly, though suspicion still tinged her voice, “but until I’ve had time to make sure of it, I want you home and out from under foot.”
We should have just told Olivia the truth and been done with it. I knew that Callie wasn’t eager to get into that kind of fight with her mother, but the longer we put it off, the worse the blowup would be when she did find out. Having been on the receiving end of more than one of those myself, I wasn’t looking forward to it, either.
“Mom, you’re overreacting. As usual.”
“I’m not going to argue with you. Pack your things and go home to your father’s.”
Callie frowned mulishly, and she folded her arms over her chest in defiance. “Sorry, can’t do it. My car won’t start.”
“I’ll just bet it won’t,” Olivia growled. “You want to play it that way? Fine. I’ll drop you off on my way to the airport.”
“That’s all the way on the other side of Houston, and I’m not going to ride in the car with you that long.”
Her mother’s face reddened. “Callie, go get your things. Right this instant.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then your father and I are going to have a long talk about cutting off your access to your trust fund.”
“God, you are such a—”
“Ladies!” I held up my hands and cut her off before things went completely off the rails. “Let’s all take a deep breath before someone says something they’ll regret later, all right? Look, you’re both upset and the last thing you want is to be cooped up together for a long car ride. At this rate, one of you wouldn’t survive the trip.”
They both glared at me, but at least I had their attention. “Olivia, you’ve got a plane to catch first thing in the morning. Do you really want to spend all night on the road and then have to turn around in a couple of hours and go to the airport?”
Olivia tapped her foot impatiently. “I am not leaving her here.”