My Best Friend’s Father Wants me novel Chapter 2

Enora:

The plane landed and I sighed in relief.

We were finally here!

Mr. Wright immediately stood up and made his way down the plane.

I stood up too, threw my bag over my shoulders, and followed him down the

the plane, waving at the blonde-haired hostess.

Two heavily built men wearing all black and dark shades walked up to Mr. Wright once he was finally on the ground and greeted him with a little bow.

They glanced up at me briefly and nodded at whatever Mr. Wright said to them.

“Right this way sir," one of them with curly brown hair said and Mr. Wright followed them. I followed closely behind him and slipped into the back seat of the black SUV with him and watched as the men I assumed were security slipped into the driver's side and passenger seat and drove.

How the hell does Bridget act like a normal person when she’s not? I know about her shopping habits but the rest of the rich girl's attitude is unseen or unheard.

The sound of a phone ringing startled me and I glanced at Mr. Wright to find him taking out his phone. He tapped the answer button and placed the phone against his ear.

"Talk to me, Jenna." He said, his smooth and deep but emotionless voice ringing across my body.

I noticed the way his muscles flexed in his suit as he spoke on the phone.

His big and veiny hands gripping his phone were a sight to see.

My mouth watered and for a second I imagined those hands thrusting into me as his brown eyes pierced into mine.

"Shit," I exclaimed, trying to get the image out of my head. This was my best friend's father. I couldn't afford to think of him like this but God was my body and mind in need of him.

"Something wrong, Miss Lopez ?" He suddenly asked, his intimidating voice startling me.

I had not realized I had spoken out loud.

"Um, no sir. Just…hit my hand by accident." I lied

He gave me a look that made me feel like I was dumb and I quickly looked down at my hands, my cheeks burning up in embarrassment. He thought I was medically slow and was probably regretting listening to his daughter about hiring me.

I took a peek at him and he was back on his phone, listening to whatever the other person on the other end was saying.

Enora, you need to get a fucking grip.

You are not a dog in heat!

I scolded myself.

The rest of the ride to the Deloncor hotel was quiet but I could feel Mr. Wright ’s aura like a thick fog suffocating me. Did he have any idea of the effect he had on me or the female population?

I didn't know if I wanted him to look at me or look away from me. That was how much sex appeal he possessed.

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We got to the hotel for what felt like an hour later and made our way into the opulent building.

The eyes of every woman in the lobby immediately latched onto Mr. Wright as he walked towards the receptionist who was also staring at Mr. Wright like a lost puppy

Just two days ago, I would have rolled my eyes at this woman staring at a man but now, I couldn't blame them. I was a bumbling idiot around this man and he'd only said a handful of words to me.

I wonder what he thought of me.

Incompetent and a clumsy fool most likely because I had done nothing but embarrass myself in front of him

The redhead receptionist handed us our key cards after several failed attempts at flirting with Mr Wright and we went up to the penthouse. I swiped the card and the door opened up to an open floor plan. The penthouse suite was bigger and more spacious than I thought. It was bigger than my entire apartment and had two bedrooms.

Mr. Wright made his way into the living room. He paused in the middle of the room, looked around, and nodded to himself.

"Fredrick will bring our bags up, make sure you answer the door, I'll be in my room."

He spoke and walked towards the door on the left.

"Yes sir."

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