MAYA
My heart slammed against my ribs like a caged animal the second I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs.
Dad.
“Oh s**t-” I gasped around the hem of my shirt, eyes wide with panic.
There was nowhere to run.
The kitchen island counter was the only barrier. Tristan’s eyes flashed with the same realization. In one frantic movement, I slid off the cold marble counter, shirt dropping back down as I crouched low on the floor, hiding behind the tall kitchen island.
My bare ass pressed against the cool tiles, thighs sticky with my own arousal and melted ice water. My pulse thundered in my ears. Tristan barely had time to adjust himself before Dad walked into the kitchen.
“Tristan?” Dad’s voice echoed in the quiet space, surprised but not suspicious. “Didn’t expect to see you down here.
