One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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BECCA

"Janey? Janey? Can you hear me?"

"Yeah, I can hear ya," her crackling voice called

through the car's speakers. "Where are you?"

"I'm driving home. Be back in Boston in about half an hour."

"Hurry up! It's been forever since I've seen you." "I know. I've missed you, bitch." "Bitch, I missed you too!"

Up ahead, the tra c was gridlocked, and I braked to a halt watching the red lights of the cars in front glow through the rain. It was nearly Thanksgiving and the northeastern weather was dreary. Soon the snow would be falling, and Christmas lights would be going up.

"I can't believe you're moving back," Janey said.

I could hear her chewing and the sound was bugging me, but she was always nibbling on something. "Me neither, but I really think it's for the best, you know."

"Are you sure? I thought you had all those fancy plans of making it big as a personal trainer and building your own gym in New York."

"Yeah, well, that's not exactly a reality now, is it? I mean how am I supposed to do that? I just graduated from college

and have no proper real-world experience. The gym will come. It's just not the right time."

"You think you'll get a personal trainer job when you're back in Boston?"

"That's the plan."

"You'll get one no problem." "God I hope so."

"Where do you reckon you'll go?" she asked with a crunch.

"I'm not really sure."

There were plenty of gyms near where I grew up that would be happy to hire someone as ambitious and hard working as me, but there was only one place I wanted to be.

"I wanna work for Matthew," I announced. "Matthew? As in your dad's best friend?"

"Obviously. How many Matthews do I know that own a chain of nationwide gyms?"

We both giggled and I knew we were both thinking the same thing; working for Matthew was every girl's fantasy.

"Oh, my God, Becca, he's soooo hot," Janey cooed. At last, she'd stopped eating. "I saw his latest commercial on TV last night and... Jesus Christ, he's got buns that could crack walnuts. Don't let Harry know I said that, though."

Harry was her boyfriend, the love of her life, her knight in shining armor. They'd been together since they were seventeen and were still hopelessly in love. It made me want to puke seeing the two of them whisper sweet nothings into each other's ears and kiss like they'd just met. They were so sweet and sickly, just watching them put me at risk of getting diabetes.

In all the years she'd been with him, she'd never so much as looked at another guy, let alone commented on how hot they were. But that was the power Matthew had over women. He could make anyone fall for him.

Built like a Greek god with piercing blue eyes and bronzed skin, he towered over most people at six foot six and made any female he met melt. I'd had my eyes on him since I was a little girl, and my innocent admiration had turned into something more passionate, more forbidden, as I grew older. Matthew was off limits to me for many reasons, and it wasn't just because he was my dad's best friend. He was also twenty years older than me and married. Until recently.