11. ALINA
Embarrassment stopped me from looking directly at him over the next few days, but Dad didn’t seem to be phased at all.
‘Thanks for breakfast’ he said, squeezing me with both hands on my hips, causing a little thrill to rise within me. Was he not embarrassed that he’d said he wanted to f**k me? How did he do that? not care a jot about things he'd said or what I may think? I envied him that. My cheeks reddened each time I remembered that I nearly had s*x with him on the kitchen table. I swelled with desire remembering the feeling of him ready to enter me.
‘What are you thinking about?’ he’d ask with a grin when he’d see me flush. ‘Absolutely nothing’ I’d reply, trying to be as busy as possible.
True to his word, he started paying me, quite generously, for my work. I fel
