Daddy's Sleeping Partner
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Julia never should have tried seducing her handsome, charismatic father. She'd never forgotten, or forgiven, his brutal rejection. And even though she desperately needed money to expand her business, she refused to ask for his financial help. But he had other ideas. When he offered to be her 'sleeping partner,' passionate dreams began to haunt her, promising exquisite pleasure in his strong arms. More
It never should have happened. Julia never should have given into her teenage infatuation, and tried seducing her handsome, charismatic father on the night of her older sister's wedding. She’d spent years hating him for making her feel like a fool—and she'd never forgotten, or forgiven, his brutal rejection.
Now she was older and wiser. And even though she desperately needed money to expand her architectural design firm, there was absolutely no way she would lower herself to asking for his financial help.
But he had other ideas. And when he offered to be her 'sleeping partner,' the passionate dreams of her teenage years began to haunt her again, promising exquisite erotic pleasure in her Daddy's strong arms...
“I don't have to explain anything to you,” she stated tightly. “Not a thing!”
“Wrong.” He was watching her with unrelenting eyes, and then something in his expression changed as he added, thoughtfully now, “You don't add up, my dear, and I don't like that. I remember a somewhat precocious teenager, bright, undeniably lovely, but fresh, eager, alive. There wasn't a trace of sourness or skepticism there, so what happened?”
You. You happened, she thought miserably. You blew my word apart and you don't have the faintest inkling, do you?
From his comment labeling her precocious and a spoilt brat as a teenager, he'd obviously put his own interpretation on that night years ago. He'd imagined she’d been trying out her newfound womanhood on any available man, was that it? That he had been the luck of the draw on which to cut her puppy teeth? Whereas in reality …?
And that crack about using her body to get what she wanted! He had made it quite plain how he viewed her now as well. He was hateful, loathsome. However could she have imagined herself in love with him? She must have been stark staring mad!
“Angie will be concerned if I don't get back to the others,” she said stiffly,” so if you've quite finished?”
“I haven't even started,” he said airily, but he stood aside for her to pass him, his dark face unfathomable.
If she had been thinking straight she might have known he wouldn't just let her leave, not after all that had transpired, but her head was a whirl and hot emotion sat in the place where common sense normally dwelt.
She swept past him, only to find herself swung round by hard male fingers on her wrist and then she was in his arms before she realized what was happening.
“Let go of—” The rest of her words were smothered by his mouth on hers and for a heart-stopping second she was too surprised and bewildered to react. And then she struggled fiercely, fighting him with all her strength. It had about as much impact as using a feather pillow to knock down a brick wall.