Title: ” My Daddy’s Best Best Friend “.
ELLE
Brace yourself, Elle.
The sound of footsteps outside my office door grew louder and louder.
Butterflies fluttered in my belly.
“Eleanor. Mae. Shaeffer.”
I recognized the raw and fiery passion in the man’s deep manly voice.
Jeremiah Jenkins was the mayor of Liberty. Growing up, he insisted I call him Jeremiah, instead of Mr. Jenkins. He was also the man of my very wet dreams ever since I was old enough to dream about men. Too bad he was my late father’s best friend, and far too loyal of a friend to cross the line with me.
Besides being handsome as sin, he was such an awesome guy. He never spoke to me like I was just a kid but talked to me like I was an adult.
I loved the sound of my full name escaping the scrumptious lips of my adolescent crush. If it were a song, I’d play that shit on repeat.
The door to my office swung open. As if seeing things in slow motion, I watched as the fine man sauntered in.
Hot dddddamn!
Tall, built, and insanely handsome but now with a few light patches of grey on his head. It made him look even sexier than I remembered. How was that even possible?
His gaze had a kind of intensity. It was almost as if his striking blue eyes could touch me and I felt that touch
everywhere on my body.
On my arms.
My legs.
My neck.
And especially on my nipples and in between my thighs.
I felt moisture gather at my center and soak the thin fabric of my panties. Even at the age of twenty-eight, my body was responding to him like a hormonal virgin. What was wrong with me? The man was old enough to be my father and I still felt this way about him, even years later.
Get it together, Elle.
Sure, I’d been turned on by other men in the past, but none of them had ever made me feel as hot and bothered as Jeremiah was doing at that very moment. Only a few minutes around him and he already had the strongest effect on me.
My cheeks warmed and flushed a bright red as I pressed my thighs together to find some relief.
Needing something to focus on other than the striking blue of his gaze, I cleared my throat and sorted the documents on my desk.
It was highly unlikely he felt the same way about me. While he was now a single dad, he always had plenty of grown and established women flocking for his affection.
“Yes?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow. “And it’s nice to see you again too, Jeremiah. It’s been a while. Over five years? You’re looking good. Keeping in shape, I see?”
He scowled at me, but he was still as handsome as he’d ever been. It was hard not to squirm in my seat. Without breaking our eye contact, he took a deep breath and then opened those perfect lips.
“Young lady, do you know what you’ve done?” Young lady.
My thighs rubbed together involuntarily, building pressure between my legs.
A shiver ran down my spine at the way he spoke, and I couldn’t help but smile. The closer he got, the stronger the scent of his delicious cologne became.
I pulled a deep breath through my mouth and grew a bit taller in my spine. My new posture made my large boobs stick out a bit and, I could see Jeremiah forcing his gaze away from my ample cleavage.
I smiled.
Thank you Victoria Secret push-up bra.
His brow furrowed, the dark brows pushing together. Jeremiah might have a little more grey around the temples, but his hair was still as brown as I remembered it, and silky smooth. He wore it short as he always had because he couldn’t be bothered to style it.
There was also a little silver sprinkled through his trimmed brown beard. His face looked younger than his forty-five years, even with the scowl.
That facial expression reminded me of the time he had to pick me up from a party, the one time in high school I’d decided to try alcohol. He was the reason I never touched the stuff again.
He threw a copy of the latest Liberty Leader on my desk. His face was plastered on the front, no less gorgeous in black and white than it was in color. The by-line on the article was, of course, my name. Eleanor Shaeffer.
My friends called me Elle. Jeremiah used to too, unless he was angry. And right now, he was very angry.
“Look I know this must have come as a surprise, but everything I wrote about you is positive and accurate. Why are you angry?”
“The fact that it’s been well over five years since I’ve even seen you and our first interaction is after you’ve written an article on my personal life without my consent.
How should I feel?”
“You make it sound like I painted you in a bad light.”
“You know what I mean. This is all so out of character for you.”
I leaned forward in amazement. “I left you several messages to approve the article but your staff never got back to me, even after I provided deadlines for its publication. The town wants to know their mayor, and I wrote what I knew. With the upcoming election, it’s important to draw attention away from all the false drama in the news about you. I thought I had a realistic perspective that others might appreciate. It’s my duty as a
friend and a citizen of this town.”
“You wrote about my daughters.”
“I mentioned you have two little girls, but that’s it. Besides the fact that you’re a single dad. I mean, none of that is false, is it?”
His gaze narrowed on me, and he leaned closer.
“You’re no longer a kid, Elle. We’re in the real world and if I let myself get concerned about all the allegations about me then I probably shouldn’t be a mayor anyway. Life isn’t fair and we just need to focus on what we can control.
You’re better off not wasting your time, or mine.” He was back to calling me Elle, that was a good sign.
It made me sad to think about how jaded he must have become since the last time I’d seen him. Perhaps all the drama from the office had gotten to him and that coupled with his being a single dad to twins could make anyone feel fed up.
On the good side, the scent of him was the same as when I was younger. Musky and natural, but delightful to my nostrils.
I closed my eyes for a second and inhaled the scent, taken back to a different time.
A time when my dad was alive.
Of BBQs on our back patio.
Flaunting my shapely bikini body around Jeremiah at the poolside.
I knew he had a distinct appreciation for curvaceous women. Compared to my classmates in school, I leaned on the side of curvy and voluptuous and I always loved that about my body.