Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave by Scarlett Skyes Read Free Book Online

with her ample chest thrust out as she sips more of
the red wine, showing none of my reservations.
    My daddy, however, seems so calm
about it all, shrugging his shoulders as he reclines and makes
himself comfortable.
    “Lovely day, and I’m the boss…
so I called it an early day. I’ve got that luxury. I just don’t
exercise it often,” he says with a confident smile. “Besides, any
time now, my little girl is going to be heading off, and I’ll be
left all alone here. Might as well make the most of what time we
have left, no sweetie?” he says, smiling right at me, then tilting
his chin in my direction. “Go on, drink up.”
    I’m all nerves, but I know
better than to disobey a direct order, and I take a mouthful, still
covering my chest. I glance at Samantha, my brows raised as I try
to draw her attention to my still practically bared breasts with a
questioning expression, but she just giggles.
    “Ohh, the boss?” she says to my
father, and I don’t know where this sensation of jealousy is coming
from, but it’s coming in strong and is making me really
uncomfortable on top of my toplessness.
    “Mmhmm,” he says before casually
taking a sip of his own wine, looking over to Samantha. “My
Blaire’s never told you about what I do before?” he asks, shooting
me one of his dashing, half-smiles, that so woo the ladies. I know
he’s had numerous ones hitting on him since my mother died, but
he’s never so much as taken one out for a date that I’m aware
of.
    He’s pretty private, I know, and
I’m busy, but he’s the type of person who’d probably talk to me
about it. I assume anyways.
    “I told her,” I say with a roll
of my eyes and Samantha gives me a little warning glare, but she
never heeded mine. Besides, I don’t know why, but it’s making me
angry seeing her flirt with him.
    “She just wants to hear it from
you,” I add on.
    Dad’s smile only grows and he
taps a ringed finger along his glass as he looks between us then
out over the swimming pool. He takes his time, sipping his wine
before looking on back.
    “I broke away from my old
company years ago, started my own firm. More responsibility, more
control, more of the pay that comes in. Works for me, usually,” he
says. “Means I can do something like this, and take off in the
middle of the day to drink wine with two gorgeous ladies by the
pool, whenever I see fit.”
    “Not that he ever does,” I say,
and I sound more sullen than expected. I take a sip of my drink
before turning my back on the two of them to hide the dark look on
my face. I down the rest of my wine, hoping it’ll make me feel less
terrible as I reach out and finally grab my bikini top.
    “That’s so amazing, Mr.
Cartwright,” Samantha says, sounding so interested.
    My father takes a generous
mouthful of his wine, and before I can get anywhere close to
putting my top back on, he gets up and sits down on my lounging
seat, placing his hand upon my calf and stroking my leg to my
ankle.
    “You’re right, my angel,” he
says so smoothly, “I should have taken my liberties more often.
It’s funny how you don’t realize that until it’s almost too late,”
he says, smiling from Samantha over to me, looking warm and loving
and… something else, I can’t quite place.
    I’m breathing hard by this point
and I can’t see Samantha anymore, but I can smell my daddy’s
cologne, and the wine’s hitting me pretty hard. I haven’t eaten
anything all day.
    I don’t know what to say, what
to do. It’s like I’m stunned in place.
    His hand touches my warm,
sunbaked skin, and I shiver.
    “It’s fine,” I manage.
    “It’s fine to neglect such a
lovely lady?” he says, looking right at me with those intense,
green eyes of his, squeezing my leg a while as we lock gazes. Only
then does he slowly turn his attention back to Samantha. “It’s not
right for a man to neglect the most important woman in his life,
now is it Samantha?” he asks.
    “No, Mr. Cartwright. A