~Alisson
“Come on, babe,” Ron said, tugging me toward the dining room like I was about to meet a celebrity and not his notoriously hot father.
Brent was already at the head of the table, sipping something neat from a crystal tumbler. When he looked up and saw us, his lips curled into something between a smile and a smirk.
“Allison.” His voice echoed deeply in the room. It was never calm but commanding like in a “be a good girl and get on your knees” deep.
I felt it in my thighs.
I smiled and stepped forward, keeping my dress from riding up too high. “Happy birthday, Mr. Connor.”
He stood to shake my hand, no hug, thank God and I caught the way his gaze flicked over me just once.
Like he could undress me with his eyes and still keep perfect posture.
Brent was almost forty, yeah. Bu
