One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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Dane

I'd lost my mind. I don't know what I was expecting of the job candidate, Bridget Franklin, but the curvaceous, beautiful woman with wild red hair and vulnerable yet determined way about her wasn't it. I want to say that I sensed a kindred spirit.

We were both a bit out of our element and fumbling around. But I knew that wasn't entirely true. For one, she was on a job interview so of course, she was nervous. She struck me as a woman who was completely sure of herself when she was in her element.

I was the one who didn't know what the fuck I was doing. Sure, I'd been in leadership roles before, but managing projects and people in the military isn't the same in the corporate world. More and more I think my father asked me to cover for him as punishment knowing that I'd flounder.

The worst part of this interview was that I kept getting distracted by her. She had the most amazing green eyes that showed intelligence and perhaps a little sassiness. The few times her eyes fired with heat and she snapped at me suggested that she was a woman who spoke her mind and didn't put up with bullshit. I liked that. Beyond her attitude, the man in me couldn't ignore her lush body, which was completely inappropriate and made me a pervert since I had to be twice her age.

I'd never been attracted to a woman I worked with before. It didn't seem like a good situation to be in. At the same time, it would be a shitty thing to not hire her because of my own libido. She had good qualifications and the issue of attraction was mine, not hers. I couldn't penalize her for having a

great body, wildly sexy hair, and amazing eyes.

The attraction notwithstanding, I found myself enchanted by the young woman. She was clearly intelligent, bold, and funny. I laughed at her comment that we were both bombing in this interview. I couldn't remember the last time I'd laughed like that. Sudden, spontaneous. The fact that I couldn't reveal just how empty my life had become since leaving the military.

"I can show you some of my work," she said, bringing me back to this moment. I was doing her a disservice by not staying on task. "I'd love to see it."

She pulled out her phone, tapped on it a few times, and then stood, leaning over my desk to hand it to me. As she did, her blouse pulled tight across magnificent tits. Immediately my dick swelled even as my conscience chastised me for being a lech.

I cleared my throat as if that would make my dick shrink. I took the phone and did my damnedest to focus on the screen. I studied the image but couldn't quite make it out.

She must have sensed my confusion. She came around my desk and looking over my shoulder began to explain what was on the screen. Her wonderfully sweet and spicy scent wrapped around me. My dick filled even more. I scooted my chair further under the desk hoping she couldn't see the effect she had on me. I was a fucking Navy SEAL. I'd had to manage emotions and pain that would break most people, so why couldn't I control my libido?

I turned my head to look up at her. She was focused on the image pointing to something. When I didn't respond, she glanced at me, and our gazes caught. Her breath hitched and she stepped back, clearing her throat. Interesting. All this time, I thought her wanting me to sit behind my desk was about being nervous for the interview, but could it be nerves about me instead?

Inwardly I scoffed. It was arrogant and ludicrous to think she was attracted to me. I was almost old enough to be her father.

She returned to the chair in front of the desk. "So, what do you think?" My mind went where it shouldn't, as an image of her bent over my desk,

my hands full of her round ass as I fucked her senseless filled my brain. I gave my head a shake.

"You clearly have talent." The best thing for me to do would be to replace

some excuse not to hire her. I couldn't imagine that being around her more would cause this crazy attraction to lessen. I was fairly certain the opposite would happen. The more I saw her, engaged with her, the more I'd want her.

At the same time, this place needed new, younger minds to overcome the institutionalized old ways of thinking. The world was changing, and in particular, how companies needed to market to reach their customers, both consumers and other businesses.

"You have good experience, and yet you're young which means you'll have new ideas and energy, which this stuffy old place needs."

She smiled and holy shit, I swear my heart stopped in my chest. She was radiant. I hadn't understood her comment about a filtered photo to hide her freckles and curves. She was damn near perfect.

"I know I could be an asset to MacLeod Capital Investment."

It was striking how she could be eager one moment, vulnerable with nerves the next, and unfiltered in her opinion following that. It was intriguing. Enchanting. I was fucked.

"We've both determined that I suck at interviewing candidates-" "Suck is a harsh word."

It took herculean effort to hold back the groan from the image of her on her knees sucking my dick.

"I'm definitely not very good at it, so I'm thinking to avoid putting myself through it again. I should just hire you, right here and now."

"Really?" Her eyes sparkled with excitement. She was almost giddy, which was a reminder of how young she was.

"Really. Unless you have a better offer somewhere else?"

"I don't. You're the best offer I've had." Her mouth snapped shut. "I mean...uh...this job offer is the best I've had."

See? Was that nerves about the interview or me?

I rose from my chair, buttoning my coat to hide my arousal. I reached across the desk, also to hide my traitorous dick, to shake her hand.

She stood and with her radiant smile, shook my hand. Her hand was petite and soft. My dick twitched at the idea of it stroking him.

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I pulled my hand away. "Can you start tomorrow?" "Yes. Absolutely."

"Great. When you arrive, check in with Ms. Eliot."

"Thank you, Mr. MacLeod. Really. You won't be disappointed in me." That was the problem. I was sure I wouldn't be disappointed in anything

she did. "You're welcome. Oh, and welcome to MacLeod Capital Investment."

She sent me another million-watt smile. She could power all of Los Angeles with that smile.

When she left my office, I blew out a breath and sank to my chair wondering what the hell I'd done. With her out of my office, my senses returned. That was a bad sign. If I couldn't control my senses when she was around, I was setting myself and the company up for a lawsuit.

I shook my head. I was stronger than that. I wasn't an asshole or a misogynist. I never would touch a woman who didn't want me to. I didn't leer or make suggestive remarks. Except...my head had gone to a few dirty places it shouldn't have gone.

But there was no doubt that Bridget Franklin tapped into something inside me. Something I thought was dead. Maybe it never existed. Sure, I'd been attracted to women. I wasn't a monk. But I'd never been distracted from my job by a woman. before.

The best thing for me to do was to have someone else supervise her. The more I stayed away, the better for both of us. Especially if she was feeling it too.

"You're fucking delusional, Dane." I rubbed my hands over my eyes. She probably saw me as an old man. If she knew the thoughts I'd had or how I wondered if she felt the attraction too, she'd laugh and call me a pervert.

I picked up the phone and called Ethan Wheatly into my office.

When I'd first learned that Ethan was my dad's right-hand man, I was surprised. Ethan came from a family as rich and prominent as mine. He was heir to his grandfather's real estate development company. Apparently, Old Man Wheatly was as difficult as my father, and Ethan was using the work with my father to learn the business ropes, so he'd be ready to take over the helm when his grandfather retired.

It also gave my father something to lord over me. I'd often heard how hard working and dedicated to his family Ethan was, compared to me, who walked away at eighteen.

When I came in to cover for my father, I was prepared to hate Ethan just because he was the man my father wished I was. My father was right, Ethan worked hard and was one hundred percent dedicated to the job. But he was also a good person which made it hard to hate him. Plus, without him, I probably would run the company into the ground. He was giving me the

Cliffs Notes version of an MBA. Lucky for me, I was a fast learner and dealt well under pressure.

"What's up?" Ethan asked as he walked into my office.

"I've just hired a young woman for the marketing department. I think she's going to bring in some new energy and ideas." "Excellent."

I waited for him to say something like why I hadn't called him to sit in on the interview. He knew I was new to a lot of this and needed his input and feedback.

But he didn't say anything to suggest I might have fucked up. I appreciated that he respected my authority even though I hadn't fully earned it. Not yet.

"I'd like you to take charge of getting her settled and show her the ropes," I told him.

"Anything I should know about her?"

I handed him her resume. "She's just out of college, but she had a great internship. Ask her to show you her portfolio if you want to get a sense of her work."

He took the resume and looked it over. "I'll get this to HR. When does she start?"

"Tomorrow. I told her Ms. Eliot would meet her. I'd like you to meet her then as well."

"I'll be here. Anything else?"

"Anything on Bran Erickson? He's coming by later," I asked.

Ethan made a face. "He's jerking you along. He knows you're new and is hoping to sweeten the deal for him at your expense."

"That won't happen." "Nope."

When he left, I'd hoped I'd feel a sense of relief. I'd given a job to the young woman Troy had felt bad he couldn't hire, and I'd pawned her off to Ethan, so I wouldn't be distracted by her. But I didn't feel relief because I knew deep down, at some point, I'd go looking for her.

I was truly fucked.