Don’t come up here. It was her father, for God’s sake. And he was sitting handcuffed to her desk chair with his shorts undone. And no matter how he tried, he wasn’t going to be able to hide the pink fuzzies.Never in the history of his dating girls had he ever made a good impression on a father. He was too big and—in his younger years—too wild. For once, he really wanted to show himself to be a decent guy to a dad. Just once.But in this, his prayers were not answered, and up they came. First Tori’s light step, quickly followed by the heavy tread of her father’s. Fuck. He tried one last time to button his fly and failed again. At least he wasn’t bursting out of it anymore. Nothing like having the girl’s father walk in to cause massive shrinkage.One last useless jerk of his arm—the damn chair was made out of steel—and then they were there. He tried to twist so the cuffs weren’t in view. It didn’t matter as Tori blushed an adorable pink and held up the key.“I’m so sorry, Mike.
