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never want your father to find out I
fucked you in a bathroom. If I’m going to make a show of sleeping
with you, I’d do you in my backyard by the pool. I’d rather no one
know until I’ve mentioned this to your father. I’ll tell him about
us this week.”
    “No,” she blurted out.
    “Why not?” he demanded sternly and even
narrowed his eyes on her.
    She smiled, knowing the pain would show
through when she said, “He and I don’t have the best relationship.
Something like this could ruin us.” She fought hard to not show
emotion, though it hurt admit their broken bond aloud.
    “He’s never mentioned this to me, and
there’s little I don’t know about him.”
    “It’s not something we talk about…”
    “I know your father well. He loves you. He
wants you happy and taken care of, Liv. Trust me when I say it will
be fine. Give me a week, but come to my office Monday for a late
lunch. I want to see you.”
    He slipped out of her with a sly smile,
looking at her as if seeing her naked on the floor while knowing
he’d put her there was as erotic as the vigorous sex itself. He
stood, gathered her panties and dress and held them out to her, but
when she reached for them, he playfully pulled them away. “Or you
can stay the night at my house tonight. I’m not sure how you feel
about kissing after I tasted you, but I could wait until I brush my
teeth.”
    “I haven’t tasted me, so I don’t know.”
    “So, are you staying the night?”
    She knew she should have some shred of
decency and not act desperate or too eager, but with a glance down
to his partially hard cock, she reminded herself he stressed
wanting her.
    “I don’t like being told no, Liv,” he said.
He pocketed her panties. “You’ll get them back at my house.”
    She grinned, snatched her dress from him and
didn’t stop smiling until she was downstairs in the foyer, where
most of their dinner party was gathered as guests trickled out the
door. Douglas let go of her hand when they hit the last few stairs,
much later than she wished he’d release her. She was positive her
father spied them descending together.
    Olivia put some space between Douglas and
her, but she didn’t get far before he squeezed her elbow
possessively, keeping her near. Maybe it was all in Olivia’s mind,
but she could have sworn that nearly everyone noticed them and if
they jumped to conclusions, they weren’t far from the truth.
    “Goodnight, daddy,” Olivia said when he was
unavoidable. She gave her father what was meant to be a kiss by
lightly laying the side of her face against his. She began to
tremble, hoping she didn’t ruin any relationship she might have had
with him if she jeopardized his career. She closed her eyes,
swallowed a painful lump in her throat that stung from far too many
years of distance and then pulled away from him before attempting
what surely looked like a fake smile.
    “Darling,” he said in reply, but she never
knew what he meant when he spoke that single word as an answer to
various questions and statements. She couldn’t even look at her
father or Douglas when the two shook hands. “How is the divorce
coming along, Douglas?”
    Olivia inwardly cringed; her father
knew.
    “My youngest is eighteen in two months. Why
do you ask? What’s on your mind?”
    “I was wondering if you’d be mentioning it
to me.” Her father pinched his lips together, and glanced at
Olivia, unpleased.
    “If I had anything to mention, it sure as
hell wouldn’t be right now.”
    “Monday, then?”
    “Next week while we golf, I’ll have
time.”
    “Fair enough, Douglas.” His stern expression
softened. Then he glanced at Olivia before his eyes remained on
her. Then her father did something he hadn’t in years. He initiated
touch by laying his hand on her cheek long enough that when he
removed it, she still felt his warmth. Somehow, his contact put her
shaking at ease, and she couldn’t help smile. Then he spun on his
heel to let them go for the