There are two rules I live by.
Don’t touch what isn’t yours, and don’t lie.
Simple enough.
Until she walks into my life at her father’s request.
He asked me to give her a job, not put my hands all over her.
But that’s all I want to do.
She has a body made for mine.
I want to make her sweat.
But she isn’t mine, and I shouldn’t touch.
Especially considering the age difference--
And the fact that she’s my best friend’s daughter.
She’s made a liar out of me.
Breaking my own rules has never tasted so sweet.
We’ll face the consequences later.
