My Dad's Friend

I stared. I gulped. My heart skipped a beat. My stomach twisted, and I could feel the butterflies stirring violently inside me. A lingering cold chill ran down my spine, spreading through my veins, flowing with the heat of lava in my blood. The man before me was heavenly. I could barely look away. From the way his dark grey eyes pierced into mine to how his jet-black hair fell in spiked strands around his shoulders, my whole body shuddered uncontrollably at the surge of sensation building in my chest. My gaze trailed along his sharp jawline, over his straight, pointed nose, to the thick, long eyelashes and bold brows that framed those hypnotic eyes—and finally, to his sinful, tempting, luscious lips. Unconsciously, I ran my tongue over my own lips, caught in a trance, until the sound of my dad clearing his throat yanked me back to reality. I jolted slightly, feeling electrified. "Tristan, I want you to meet my friend, Dr. Sean," my dad said, introducing the sexy, demigod of a man with that sinful body. I shivered again. "Sean, meet my son, Tristan." Dad introduced me, but my eyes stayed locked on him. And I could’ve sworn I saw a spark flicker in those dark orbs—but it vanished as quickly as it came, making me wonder if it had even been real. I watched as he ran his tongue slowly across his reddish, luring lips, while his eyes raked over my body. My insides ignited with a fire I’d never felt before. And then he spoke. "Nice to meet you, kitten." From that moment on, I knew it was over for my heart. I had just fallen in love—with MY DAD’S FRIEND.