Ebooka przeczytasz w aplikacjach Legimi na:
Odsłuch ebooka (TTS) dostępny w abonamencie „ebooki+audiobooki bez limitu” w aplikacji Legimi na:
Rosalyn Plays Hard
Copyright May 2015
By Katrina Milliings
It was supposed to be a very wholesome family getaway, a weekend trip to my father’s cabin by the lake. It sounded so boring I didn’t even want to go initially. Just me alone with my parents for the whole weekend? No thanks. I’d all but begged my way out of it when my mother said the magic words that changed my mind.
“It’s a shame you won’t be joining us, Rosalyn. Owen thinks so much of you and you haven’t seen him in ages.”
“Owen will be there?” I asked, trying to sound casual. Not that she would have ever guessed the filthy dirty thoughts his name sent running through my head.
“Yes, your father isn’t going to spend the weekend at the lake without his fishing buddies tagging along. He invited both Owen and Mike.”
Owen and Mike had been my dad’s best friends for as long as I could remember. They were always around when I was growing up. They still were. Mom was wrong about it being ages since I’d seen Owen. I remembered all too clearly having him over to celebrate my nineteenth birthday party, which had only been a month earlier. I’d gone into the kitchen to grab a drink and found him running his fingers along the edge of my half eaten birthday cake. After it was covered with a huge glob of vanilla icing he popped it into his mouth and gave me a boyish grin that he could pull off even in his late thirties.
I laughed. “Mom would kill you if she caught you doing that.”
“So don’t tell,” he smirked.
“Convince me not to,” I shrugged in my most flirtatious voice. I’d ignored him for most of my life, written him off as one of the boring old people. Lately, however, I couldn’t help noticing he was a good looking man and I was now an adult, all grown up. What did a little flirting hurt? Him being a friend of my father sort of meant he was forbidden, which only made him better looking. I was the type of girl who was always after what I couldn't or shouldn't have.
“How, exactly, am I supposed to do that?”
“Well, you never gave me a birthday kiss. That might shut me up. I suppose it's worth a try if you want to go for it.”
“I think it’s a spanking you’re supposed to get on your birthday, not a kiss.”
“You never gave me one of those, either.”
“Then come here, birthday girl. I'll take care of that right now.” Apparently, he was capable of flirting right back. I’d had a hunch he might be, given how I’d caught him staring at me more than once that night. It was no secret that Owen liked younger women. Dad had commented once on how embarrassing it was to see his old buddy chasing around women nearly young enough to be half his age. The truth was, they were probably chasing him. He was hot, with dark eyes and a body he worked hard to keep in shape. He was also quite well off, thanks to some solid business investments. I think my father might have been a bit jealous of how well life had treated his best friend. It certainly wouldn’t have helped if he’d known his own daughter practically drooled every time Owen was around.
I glanced behind me. The house was empty. The party was outside in the backyard. With a coy smile I placed my hands on the kitchen table and stuck my ass out for him playfully. “Go ahead. I'm a bad girl. I deserve it,” I teased, curious and somewhat excited to see the response such a bold move would arouse from him.
He gave me a surprised look. “I think you just might,” he said and swung his arm.