Page 1 of Obsessed Daddy
Chapter One
Bella
It’s summer in Rugged Mountain, my favorite time of the year. Today, though, I’m not here to enjoy the sparkling turquoise lake, the woody, pine breeze, or the mountain views. I’m here on a mission. A mission that involves staring at the big, muscular, inked-up man on the other side of the tree line.
Tight jeans…check.
Forty-six thousand abs…double-check.
Tattoos covering every square inch of his body…triple-check.
I don’t remember Clint ever looking this…hot!I mean, sure he’s always been a good-looking man, but he’s twenty years older than me, so I never really paid attention to his massive shoulders or the way his biceps flex as he rips a board through a saw.
Then again, I’ve never seen him build anything before.
I swallow down the extra saliva and shut my mouth before flies start taking up residency in my molars. I’m not here to ogle the man. I’ve got a job to do.
He’s my sister’s ex-fiancé. The one man she despises more than anyone in the world. I can’t have a secret crush on him. I’m pretty sure that’s illegal and punishable to the fullest extent of the law, or at the very least, it makes me the scum of the Earth,and I’ve tried very hard to avoid that title for the last twenty-four years.
However, no matter what I do, his flexing shoulders win out over the lapping waves of the turquoise lake yet again. Veins tracing his forearms, his abs flexing, and the sunlight as it catches the sweat on his back, outlining every ridge and contour as he leans into the cut… it’s a showstopper.
My clit throbs, giving the scene its well-deserved applause.
I’m sick! I’m sick and I need help!
I need to start saying yes to the age-appropriate guys at the bar who are always hitting on me. I need to give in and let one of them pop my cherry. Maybe then, my brain will go back to having normal, well-adjusted thoughts, instead of the sick, deranged fantasies I’m currently having about my sister’s ex bending me over and filling any hole he wants.
The wind blows a warm breeze across the lake, taking my hair with it as I try to refocus on the shoreline. A German Shepherd running into the waves, a kid playing with a shovel and a bucket… a giant man carrying a freshly cut board back into the lake house and up the stairs. I watch as he disappears for a moment, then reappears again in the big picture windows that cover the front of the lake house.
Yup, I’m staring again!
My phone vibrates in my beach bag beside me, distracting me from the giant man moving between windows in the upper half of the house.
Damn it. It’s my sister, June.
I glance away from her ex and clear my throat before answering. “Hello?”
“Hey,” she sighs, “are you out at the lake spying for me?”
“I have my eyes on the perp.” My heart hammers as my thoughts suddenly fill with every naughty scenario I’ve been imagining.
His big hands on my throat. His deep voice in my ear. His warm breath on my skin.
I need to stop before my sister hears me salivating through the phone.
“What does it look like he’s doing?” Her tone is rough and irritated. “I swear if he plans on turning these places into rental property, he owes me more money.”
My sister is ten years older than me. Usually, that means she knows more, but I’m pretty sure that’s not how property sales work.
“Why does it matter if he’s renting them? You agreed to let him buy you out. I mean—”
She huffs as though I’m an idiot for needing the explanation. “We bought them together to turn them into rentals. If he does it on his own, he’s an ass. Plus, I bet he’s using all my design ideas. You have to get in there.”
“Get in there?” I lean forward in the beach chair I’ve been inconspicuously lying out on. “I agreed to watch him from the beach for a few days, not sneak into the man’s house. Why are you obsessed with this? You sold him the houses, and you got your payment. It’s over.”
“I know you don’t get it because you’ve never had a real boyfriend, but when you break up with someone after a long engagement, it’s pretty rude for that other person to use your ideas to make their business a success. Plus, you know I needed the money for the down payment on the cabin. I didn’t have a choice. I had to sell the lake houses to him.”
I drag in a deep breath, ignoring how condescendingly she’s speaking. I’d bet seeing your ex about to make a killing on some rentals you bought together really sucks.
