My Father's Best Friend

Chapter Seven: Can't Get My Eyes Off

-Natalie Romano-

What the hell was that? Submissive? Why did I even have to use that word?

“Champagne miss?” The flight attendant brought me out of my thoughts

“Yes please” I replied, taking the glass from the tray and forcing a smile. I definitely needed this.

I resisted the urge to ask him if he had a hole I could crawl into and never come out

“Thanks” I smiled and he nodded and walked away

We landed in California and we got out and got into his car. I looked out the window, avoiding his gaze. I didn't want to look at him and get lost in his eyes and start babbling. I've embarrassed myself enough for today.

The driver pulled up in front of a massive black gate. The gate opened to reveal a huge luxurious black mansion. I raised my brows and opened my mouth in awe as I stared at the mansion

This man was definitely extremely rich.

We alighted from his car and he led me into the house while the driver brought in my luggage

“Welcome to my humble abode, Natalie” he did a slight bow and gestured with his hands and I smiled

“Thank you. It's really beautiful” I commented

“Jay, you're back already” an older woman who looked around her late fifties approached us

“Hi patty. This is Natalie, my best friend’s daughter that I told I was going over to New York to bring over” he addressed the lady then he turned to me

“Natalie, this is Paloma. She's my nanny and she's been taking of me and this house since I moved over here” he introduced us

“Hello, Paloma” I said, extending my hand for a handshake

“Oh don't be so formal mi querida (my dear). Call me patty” she pushed my hand away and pulled me in for a hug. “Come come, I'll show you to your room so yuu can freshen up, you look tired”

Okay, I love her already.

She picked up my bags and I followed her, feeling Jordan's stare at my back.

The whole interior of his house was decorated in black. He had black curtains, black furniture, and the paintings were black too. The only other colours were grey and white which were used for a minimal portion of interior decoration. He had a black jet and a black car and he wore a black suit.

Did he have an obsession with black?

Patty opened my room and we walked in. It was truly beautiful but as usual it was painted black and everything was black including the bedsheets!

I had a makeover to do

“Freshen up my dear and come down for dinner ” she patted my head and left, closing the door behind her

I sank into my bed and exhaled. I was in California in Jordan's house.

I took off my clothes and headed straight for the bathroom. I turned on the tap and the bathtub filled up with warm water, I added the bubble bath product I found in the bathroom’s cabinet

I got in and soaked myself, exhaling. I closed my eyes and images of Jordan kept flashing through my mind

I imagined him touching me, trailing his hands down my skin, starting from my boobs and going lower. The warmth of the water fueled my fantasies and I slid my hands down to my aching core

I stroked my bud as I thought about him and it sent tons of pleasure through my body and I released a soft moan. My other hand grabbed my boobs and I used my thumb to brush my n****e. I imagined that he was the one touching me

“Uhhh, Jordannn” I moaned and immediately the words came out of my mouth, I came back to my senses and clasped my hands over my mouth

I shouldn't be having such fantasies about Jordan. He was my father's best friend for Christ's sake. He was like family, he's an uncle to me

I took a shower and stepped out of the bathroom. I dried myself and was about to put on some loose clothes when Patty knocked

“Natalie, dinner is ready” she announced without coming in

“Okay patty. I'll be down in a minute” I answered

I slipped on a pair of joggers and an oversized shirt before heading downstairs.

The dining table was set elegantly with black plates and cutlery. Common, even the utensils were black too? The food smelled delicious and I felt my stomach growl. I was about to take a sit and dig in when Patty spoke

“Natalie dear, please call Jordan from his room. Tell him dinner is ready. His room is just down the hall to the left.”

She just unknowingly sent me to the lion's den. Great.

I turned around and headed back upstairs. His room was the last room in the hallway. I knocked on his door softly

“Come in” I heard him say and I opened his door slowly and walked in. He wasn't in his room, how did he answer the door then?

“Natalie, can I help you?” I heard his voice and I quickly turned around. He just walked out of the bathroom with just a towel tied to his waist

His chest and arms were covered in tattoos and his abs were prefectly sculpted. Whoever his gym instructor was, he was doing a wonderful job

I knew I was probably drooling staring at his chest. My eyes dropped lower to his v-line where the towel covered. I inwardly wished the towel would just drop

I was sure as hell that my panties were soaked by just looking at his muscular chest.

“Uhh, Natalie? My eyes are up here.” He spoke softly but I couldn't take my eyes off his chest. “Is there anything you needed to tell me” he added when he noticed that my eyes were not leaving his chest

I finally dragged my eyes to face him and saw the light amusement in his face. His eyes were on my boobs and I realised my n*****s were hard and pointing against my shirt and I didn't wear a bra

“Pat…patty says dinner is ready” I breathed and turned around and ran out

Another embarrassing moment