She looked at the wheelchair in the dining room, the one he had used until six months before his death, when even that much movement and freedom was taken from him. But she was single, had no children, and her fatherâshe thought guiltily about him, but she knew in her heart that she would trade all the trips to Chicago for him to be back with her, back the way he was before he became an invalid. She was doing something different, something she couldn't have done two months ago. Stacy gaped, thought of saying no, and then the delicious, delightful feeling of yes swept over her. “If you have to tell anybody, say you have a business trip,” he said, strolling out the front door. “We'll leave as soon as Karen gets out of school.” “Oh, no, I was thinking of shopping, museums, a nice restaurantâ¦” Unless there's things you want to do in Chicago that can't be shared with a child?” I can hardly imagine what could be wrong with that. “And you'll be going as my daughter's baby-sitter. I have a meeting with him to talk about why I'm behind schedule,” Adam explained. She was mildly relieved that it would be a chaperoned trip. And, besides, the three of us will have a great time.” Here's a day in Chicagoâat least an overnightâand it's part of your job.” “And the Lasser & Thomas jet will pick us up and fly us directly into Meigs. “Hey! A weekend in Chicago was one of the items on your list.” She wasn't certain that she had heard him correctly. He whispered in her ear, his words so soft and seductive, his breath raising goose bumps on her flesh. “I want you inâ¦” he sighed, letting his head drop backwards. Or even a young neighbor on a mission to become a non-virgin.Īdam, this is a woman who is younger than springtime and doesn't even know it. When he opened his eyes he wasn't seeing the same woman. She pressed against him, her breasts taut and hard. He was surprised and charmed when a poignant moan escaped from her throat. Her open-mouthed hesitation invited him, lured him close.Īnd so he kissed her, tasting the flesh of her lower lip. “Do you want what I have to offer?” he asked huskily, dropping his chin so his mouth was inches from her own. “And that's if I expected something more than you have to offer.” “There's only one way I could be taken advantage of,” Stacy said. I might have been around the world, but I'm not a cad.”

“I can't take advantage of you,” he said. He took the platter of coffee cake and dumped it on the hall console. She turned around to find herself inches from Adam's chest. “Now when are you moving in with Marion? This house is too big for a woman alone.”Īnd with a goodbye that was a tad quicker than Deerhorn's good-neighbor policy or even internationally recognized etiquette rules would prescribe, Stacy closed the door. “That's a good girl,” Nancy said, mollified.

One Sexy Daddy by Vivian Leiber