Cynthia whispered when she came back into her room. She had run across the hall late at night to use the restroom, and when she returned, all her blankets and pillows were missing. Not even a sheet remained to cover her body. She stood at the foot of the bed in her bra and panties while looking around. There wasn’t time to search for her bedding, because suddenly her stepdad jumped from her closet. She screamed when he pounced. But then he tackled her, plowing her onto the bed, and once he had her under him in a one man dog pile, he began to laugh. After going from absolute fear to relief in seconds, she laughed loudly—although she sounded nervous. “Dad you scared the crap out of me.” “I was just playing around.” He grinned, and by his cocky expression she knew damn well that coming into her room to play around meant something else entirely than hiding her bedding. He wanted sex, and Seth was a hard man to resist. He was gorgeous, and she had always thought so. Long before her mom dated him, and long after they divorced, Cynthia was infatuated with him and his good looks.
