Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad(2)

     



 

"Um, hi, I'm Ally," I started again. "Your new neighbor?"

And this time, he was all ears.

"Well, Ally, Ally, Ally," he singsonged, rolling my name on his lips.  Ugh, that didn't sound good. "What major are you? Maybe we have some  classes together."

"Undecided," I said quickly. "Or undeclared, is that how you say it?"  And I blushed, cursing myself. God, I was already coming off like a  country bumpkin within two hours of setting foot on campus. But I forced  myself to keep going.

"I was wondering," I began tentatively. "If I could borrow one of your  movers? They're renting mini-fridges downstairs and I need some help  getting one up to my room."

Jonah's brow furrowed.

"A mini-fridge? Why would you want that? Aren't those things like  microwave-sized, practically useless? I'm bringing a junior size  myself," he boasted. And sure enough, a worker stumbled by, a huge white  refrigerator strapped to his back, almost bent over double from the  weight.

"Oh my god," I gasped, running over to help. "You need a dolly for this,  you can't be carrying this by yourself, you'll strain your back.

And the mover just nodded and huffed, so out of breath that he couldn't answer. But his boss answered for him.

"Naw, no worries," drawled Jonah. "Carlos is fine, he'll be fine, I'll  give him a big tip after. But seriously, girlie, what do you need a  mini-fridge for? They're useless."

I bit my lip. I didn't want to tell him that I planned on making my own  lunches and needed the mini-fridge to keep the ingredients cold. Sure,  my scholarship to Hudson was generous, but even with the financial aid,  we were only able to afford the minimum meal plan, which meant I could  eat one meal a day at the dining hall. For my afternoon meal, I planned  on putting together sandwiches, probably some cheese and bread and maybe  cold cuts if my budget allowed. But that meant I needed a mini-fridge  to store my stuff, even if it was only three cubic feet.

But that was too much information for day one, so I just gave the boy a sassy smile.

"Oh you know, for snacks and all," I said breezily, pretending it was  nothing. "I heard the food at the dining hall is terrible, you gotta  have snacks on hand."

And it was the right thing to say because Jonah nodded his curly brown head in agreement.

"Yeah, that's why I'm bringing a refrigerator," he grunted. "I would  have brought a private chef, but there's no place to cook and no place  for Alfonso to stay, so fridge it is," he said. "Come on, my guys are  busy, I'll help you bring it upstairs myself," he said authoritatively,  grabbing a blue hoodie.

And I nodded gratefully, trailing him downstairs to where the mini-refrigerators were stacked, fifty of them in a row.

"Thanks I really appreciate this," I murmured as I signed my name on the  payment slip. Inside, I was gulping. Fifty bucks per month for the  rental? But I could save even more if I packed my lunch, so hopefully it  would all net out. I swallowed heavily again and put on another smile,  crouching slightly, arms extended. "Ready?" I asked, figuring we'd lift  it together.

But Jonah wanted to prove his masculinity.

"I got it, don't worry," he bragged, and bent at the knees to pick up  the refrigerator. It was true, the thing wasn't bigger than an armful,  but Jonah has a thin frame and pretty scrawny arms. The boy labored and  strained, face growing red as I watched, the box not moving an inch.

"Oof!" he grunted. "Umph!"

I was so embarrassed for him that I ran over and lifted one side, both of us managing to hoist it awkwardly between this.

"You okay?" I said tentatively. Honestly, this thing was frickin' heavy and maybe a dolly would be better.

"Of course!" he wheezed, although I could literally see his biceps  trembling from the strain. "Won't be a problem at all, we just need to  walk smoothly, we'll get it up three flight of stairs no prob."

But I had my doubts because my own arms were beginning to tremble as  well, and I thought I might drop the thing on my toe, making me a  cripple on my first day. So I opened my mouth to say something, to avert  disaster, when a man stepped in, taking the weight off our arms,  lifting the fridge like it was nothing more than a ball of fluff.

"Got it," the man rumbled. "You guys go first."

I gaped at him. The stranger was devastatingly handsome, the most  gorgeous male I'd ever seen in my eighteen years. Tall, broad with  rippling biceps and a wide chest, he threw me a wink before turning  again to Jonah.         

     



 

"Like I said, son, you go ahead, I'll follow with this pretty girl," he rumbled smoothly.

And my mouth dropped open. This man was Jonah's dad? What the hell? He  was so fit, so gorgeous, so strong, nothing like my middle-aged parents.  But it was true because Jonah scowled.

"Thanks Robert," he said sarcastically, turning away. "For nothing," he muttered under his breath.

But Robert heard everything, rolling his eyes at the sky.

"After you, pretty lady," he said to me, winking once again as Jonah  huffed off. And upon closer look, I could see that the man was older  than I thought. A few strands of grey decorated his temples, and those  deep blue eyes had crinkles at the corner. Other than that though, he  had the body of a god, powerful, ripped, those strong arms shown off by a  casual blue tee, long legs encased in jeans.

"Um, thanks," I murmured, ducking my head. "I'm on the third floor, just a couple doors down from Jonah."

And the big man nodded again.

"Third floor it is," he rumbled, eyebrows raised. And we made our way  back to the dorm, past Jonah's room to my place, humbly decorated with  just a bed, a desk, and a couple of my personal items. Like I said, I  arrived at Hudson with my worldly possessions crammed into two  suitcases, so I didn't have a lamp or any decorations really, just my  mom's needlepoint that I'd hung on the wall, looking a little limp and  sad in my bare room.

"I'm still unpacking," I explained quickly, cheeks flushing as the man  brought in my mini-fridge. "I have more stuff, it's just being  unpacked."

And Robert put down the box, straightening slowly to look around. But instead of being judgmental, he merely gave me a smile.

"I like girls who don't have much stuff," he said lightly. "Helps keep things simple."

And I flushed. He liked girls without much stuff  …  like me? Was he  flirting with me? My body grew soft and loose even as my nipples  tightened, pussy growing moist. Was this alpha male, this tall,  dominant, adult male flirting with me, making like I was a female he'd  like to know, to play with?

But it must have been my imagination because he flashed one last smile before reaching for the doorknob.

"I'm Robert, by the way," he said, pausing at the door. "Robert Martin, Jonah's dad."

And I nodded dumbly, furiously willing my body to calm. Oh god, my heart  was going a million miles an hour, my pussy growing even more moist. I  wanted to be an adult, wanted to act smooth and sophisticated, make like  I was an experienced city girl, but instead all I could croak out was,  "Nice to meet you."

And the big man shot me another knowing smile, like he could read my mind, like he knew exactly what I was feeling.

"See you around, whatever your name is," he rumbled again, that deep  voice stroking me like velvet as the door closed softly behind him.

And I stood there for a moment, stock still from shock. Oh god, what had  just happened? We hadn't exchanged more than two sentences, I hadn't  been in Robert's presence for more than five minutes and yet I was  completely floored, off-balance, breathing hard, my cheeks flushed, body  aroused. How did the alpha male do it to me? How did he have such power  over me, over my body? And why oh why had I acted like such an idiot,  tongue-tied like a shy, inexperienced girl?

But I forced myself to calm down. It was okay. The refrigerator was here  now, the man gone, and I'd probably never see him again. It's fine,  Ally, it's fine, I told myself. It was just a one-time encounter.

And that's what I believed as the semester started. I figured I'd never  see Mr. Martin again and put the incident firmly out of my mind,  determined to focus on school. And what do you know, but Jonah was in a  lot of the same classes as me. He's not a bad person, although he looks  and acts nothing like his father. He's small, with curly brown hair and  brown eyes, instead of the deep, penetrating blue of his dad. But he's  nice, we study together a lot and one day, when we were getting coffee,  he asked me if I wanted to date him exclusively. I was shocked,  honestly. I hadn't realized that we were even dating, we were more study  buddies. But Jonah was insistent.

"I think a lot of people already think you're my girlfriend," he said with a proprietary air. "I mean, you're in my room a lot."

I frowned. That was true, but that was because we were hitting the  books. Correction, I was studying while he played video games, but I  guess from the outside, a closed door is a closed door.