by Lena Gordon
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Bonus Time!
My Weekend Daddy
Introduction
Abby
Phillip
About the Author
Sneak Peek…My Biker Daddy
Shane
Lessons in Desire
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Never Miss a Lesson
My Weekend Daddy
Lena Gordon
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Contents
Bonus Time!
My Weekend Daddy
Introduction
1. Abby
2. Phillip
3. Abby
4. Phillip
5. Abby
6. Phillip
7. Abby
8. Phillip
9. Abby
10. Phillip
11. Abby
12. Phillip
13. Abby
14. Abby
15. Phillip
16. Abby
About the Author
Sneak Peek…My Biker Daddy
Shane
Lessons in Desire
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Never Miss a Lesson
Bonus Time!
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My Weekend Daddy
Introduction
I don’t know what I was thinking. Well…okay, yes, I did.
I needed the money. And Mr. Conrad was as loaded as he was sexy. Surely, he wouldn’t notice a few bills missing from his wallet.
But he did.
And I was screwed.
But not in a good way.
I could lose my job, or even go to jail.
But when Mr. Conrad offers me a way out. A way to keep my job and the money to pay my tuition, I’d be stupid to turn it down.
Especially because it means spending the weekend with his sexy self.
Just the two of us.
The last thing I expected was to feel anything. But I do.
And it’s so much more than the pleasure he gives me.
It’s only once that it’s too late that I realize that I’m in trouble again. Only this time it’s because…
I’m falling in love with My Weekend Daddy and he has no idea.
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1
Abby
I clicked on my phone and scrolled through the email that had come through from the college admissions office one more time. As if that would make the number appear any smaller.
$11,000
For one semester.
Well, maybe it wasn’t quite eleven thousand. I was rounding up. But only by a few dollars. Not enough to make any real difference. The number still made me sick to my stomach. Where the hell was I going to come up with that kind of money to pay my tuition? How on earth did colleges and universities expect young people to be able to pay this kind of money?
The whole reason I was trying to get my degree in engineering was so I would be able to make actual money. I didn’t have money yet. Not enough to pay for four years of school at that price tag.
I had enough saved for the first semester.
Almost.
A few hundred more and I’d be able to finish buying my books. I’d be okay.
For now.
But there was no way I could pay that bill next year. I’d been counting on student loans. It was never ideal to go into debt to pay for school, but it’s not as if I had a choice. It was my only option. At least, it had been until they’d turned me down. The bank claimed my mother made too much money for me to qualify. They didn’t seem to care that I hadn’t spoken to my mother for over a year and even if she knew I was planning to go to school, which she most certainly didn’t, she wouldn’t give me a penny.
She’d been more than happy when I finally turned eighteen and she’d been able to kick me out so she could travel with whatever rich old guy she was currently fucking. It was fine by me. I’d been doing just fine without her, living with a group of girls in a two-bedroom apartment, saving up money so I could make my own way. Without her.
Hell, in spite of her.
Not that it mattered now.
“Fuck.” I slammed my phone down in frustration and then immediately looked around to see whether anyone had seen me.
It might not be all that glamorous, but I was dammed lucky to have my job in the pro shop of an exclusive country club. At the moment, it was the only job I had. It might not be enough to earn the kind of cash I needed, but it was better than nothing and I couldn’t afford to lose it.
If the manager caught me cursing, I was definitely going to catch shit. Fortunately, there was only one older woman browsing through the racks of golf shirts, and she didn’t seem to have heard me.
Feeling a little guilty for slacking off, I went to assist her in finding just the right shade of coral, and rang her purchase through the till. She handed me a one hundred dollar bill to pay for the forty-dollar shirt, and didn’t even bother looking at her change when I gave it to her. It would have been so easy to short her. She never would notice a few dollars missing, and maybe I could at least pay for my—
No, Abby! I chastised myself while at the same time putting on a bright smile for the customer. “Have a lovely day.”
I held my fake smile until the woman left and then I sagged against the counter.
Fuck. Double fuck.
I could not start stealing. After all, I did have morals and…fuck morals. I needed the cash. Besides, it’s not like my morals were totally untouchable. For a brief period, I’d even considered stripping like my friend Danielle did. She was putting herself through school, too. Only she was doing it in style. No money troubles for her. I couldn’t even fathom the amount of cash she could make in only one night. It was intriguing to be sure. Hell, it was more than intriguing. At her urging, I’d tried it out one night. My only problem was I had no rhythm. Like, zero. And as it turns out, you need at least a little if you want to get stage time.
It’s okay, Abby. You’ll figure something out. You always do.
I gave myself a nice little pep talk and did my best to put my money troubles out of my mind. At least for a little while. I focused on stocking the shelves and changing out displays until my shift was over and I could go home. I was standing on a step stool, doing my best to reach for the bust of a mannequin dummy that needed a fresh shirt display, when I heard his rough voice.
“You should be careful up there. It’s not safe to stand on a ladder without someone spotting you.”
I spooked and lost my footing a little, causing the ladder beneath me to jiggle. I let out a little shriek, but then found my footing when the ladder became stable again. I looked down to see an incredibly handsome man directly beneath me, one hand on each arm of the ladder, his face pointed up—giving him a fantastic view up my short khaki unifor
m skirt.
The blush in my cheeks came hard and fast. I grabbed the mannequin with one hand and quickly made my way to the floor. “Thank you.”
He grunted in acceptance, but didn’t move away, leaving me boxed in between the ladder and his hard chest. He was tall, with a wide, broad chest and thick, muscular arms that—despite the fact that he easily had twenty years on me—sent a thrill through me, right between my legs. There was something about a big, strong man that never failed to turn me on. Granted, the men I usually were attracted to were usually in their twenties. Despite the fact that he looked to be at least in his forties—judging by the streak of gray in his thick, black hair—his dark eyes and the way they were boring into me were definitely making my panties wet.
“You shouldn’t be putting yourself in danger like that.”
He looked at me, a disapproving smirk on his face, as though he were scolding a child. It was ridiculous, but something about that made me unreasonably excited.
“Thank you, Mr….”
“Conrad. Phillip Conrad.”
As soon as I heard his name, I recognized him from around the club. He’d never before been in the pro shop, but I’d definitely noticed him from afar, but only in a vague, damn that man is sexy from a distance kind of way. And I was right, too. He was fucking hot. His age, whatever it was, didn’t matter one bit because when a man exuded as much confidence as Phillip Conrad did, I was pretty sure he could be sixty and I’d still want him on top of me.
I forced myself to stop thinking of the man who still stood in front of me in such a way. After all, besides having recognized his sexiness, I mostly recognized his name. He was the Phillip Conrad. One of the most important, and wealthiest, members of the club. And that’s exactly how I should be thinking of him. In fact, it was the only way I should be thinking of him.
“Yes, Mr. Conrad.” I nodded demurely and half thought I should curtsey, but that would have just been stupid. “You’re right. Next time I’ll have someone hold the ladder.”
He eyed me for a moment with a look I couldn’t quite read. Just when I was starting to think I should go back to work, he took off his suit jacket and handed it to me. “I forgot to return this to the restaurant,” he said. “It’s a ridiculous dress code. You’d think since I spend thousands of dollars here every bloody day that they’d let it slide.”
“Rules are rules,” I said, just the way I was supposed to, even though I agreed with him. Phillip Conrad was known to routinely tip extravagant amounts in the bar and restaurant. If only I could get transferred there and away from the stupid pro shop, a lot of my troubles would be over. At least financially. But I knew how lucky I was to have the job I did have. It was a good one, and it could always lead to bigger and better things.
I took the jacket from him and laid it over my arm. “I’ll return it right away, Mr. Conrad.”
For a moment, I thought he might say something else. His lips turned up in a very slight, very sexy grin, and then he nodded before he turned to leave.
I watched him walk away. No, I watched his firm ass as he walked away. Damn.
As soon as he left the shop, I let out a breath I didn’t even know I’d been holding and returned to the till to find something to occupy my time until I could close up. The sooner I could put Mr. Conrad and his ass out of my mind, the better I’d be.
I’d return the coat on my way out. The restaurant had a ton of loaner coats for guests who forgot the dress code or like Mr. Conrad, just refused to comply. They wouldn’t miss this one for another hour or so. I tossed the coat up on the counter and something fell out of the pocket. The second I bent down to pick it up, my heart raced.
Mr. Conrad’s money clip.
He must have forgotten it. I picked up the thick stack of bills. And holy shit was it thick. There must have been thousands of dollars there. I flicked through it quickly, mentally adding up the numbers.
“Oh my God.”
I counted again. Slower this time.
Twenty thousand dollars. And he’d just forgotten it as if it were nothing.
What was clearly pocket change to that man could pay for two whole semesters of my college education.
Or maybe only half of it could pay for one?
The idea was intoxicating.
And so very, very wrong.
But was it really?
Mr. Conrad wouldn’t miss it, and it would be a life changer for me. I’d be able to breathe again. I wouldn’t have to drop out of school. Really, it would be an act of charity.
Only the donor would never know.
Not that it mattered.
I fingered the bills again, and before I could chicken out, peeled off half of them, stuffing them into the only place I could think of—my bra.
Holy shit! What had I just done?
If anyone found out, it could cost me my job. Hell, I could go to jail. It could cost me everything. But…it was just so easy.
And nobody would get hurt. Mr. Conrad was richer than God. He wouldn’t—
A hand clamped around my arm like a vise. Mr. Conrad’s rough voice rumbled through me. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
2
Phillip
I’d gotten all the way to the car before I realized I’d left my billfold in the pocket of that stupid jacket and gone back to retrieve it, and I sure was glad I did. Not only would I have the chance to gaze on the pro shop girl’s fine, firm tits a little longer, but as it turned out I was treated to a whole show.
She didn’t even see me watching as she found the money clip and flipped through the bills. Her eyes got wide and then even wider as she realized exactly what she was holding.
Twenty thousand, five hundred and twenty-two dollars.
You didn’t get to my position in life without knowing exactly how much money you had.
No doubt the girl had never seen that type of money before. She probably had no clue how her breath picked up, her breasts straining against her blouse with every breath she took.
It turned her on.
I could have watched her all day, although, as it was, my dick throbbed painfully, needing release.
And then I got lucky. Right before my eyes, her delicate, thin fingers peeled off at least half of the bills in the stack and shoved them into her bra.
Fuck.
I didn’t have to say anything. In fact, it would have been a whole fuck of a lot easier for me to have turned the other way and pretend I didn’t see a damn thing. And really, what did I care if the girl stole a few dollars? I certainly wouldn’t miss it. Besides, if she got caught, it was her ass on the line, not mine.
Her ass.
Damn. Her ass was like a ripe peach in that snug, short skirt. It was that ass that had caught my eye in the first place. I’d just happened to glance in the pro shop on my way out, and caught a glimpse of the sexy young thing who worked there. Normally, I would have dumped the loaner jacket with the doorman, but it gave me a good excuse to get a close-up look at her and her perky breasts.
And when opportunity strikes, I’d be a fool to pass it up. And I am most certainly not a fool.
Which was exactly why the second I saw her steal my money, I walked right in there and grabbed her arm.
Sure, it would have been easier for me to look the other way, but I’m a smart man, and smart men do not pass on these types of situations.
Besides, this little girl needed to be held accountable for her actions. That’s the only way she’d learn.
The thought of turning her sweet little ass over my knee, lifting that skirt and—
Jesus, Phillip—get a hold of yourself.
I took a deep breath and willed my cock to settle down. But the second I looked into her big brown eyes, widened in fright, it hardened up again.
Fuck.
“Phillip…I mean, Mr. Conrad.” Her voice shook, but to her credit she didn’t cry. She clamped her teeth together and swallowed hard. “I didn’t do—”
“Shut up
. I saw you.” But that didn’t mean I didn’t want to see more. Because I did. More than I should. “And you’re not going to get away with it.”
“No. Please.”
I tried to take a step forward, but the girl stood her ground. I could have pulled her along easily, but then what? I didn’t really want to report her to management. Hell, I didn’t even like the management of this pretentious club. But I had to do something. I’d called her out.
“Please, what?”
“Please, Mr. Conrad. Don’t tell on me. I’ll give the money back. I’ll do it right now. I don’t even know why I—”
“Quiet,” I commanded. I needed her to shut up. Not because I didn’t want to hear her prattling on.
But because I did.
Fuck. Her voice was doing crazy things to me. Or maybe it was her helplessness. Or her begging. Or the fact that I, and I alone, could save her from the situation she was in. I couldn’t be sure. Hell, it was probably a goddamn combination of everything. Add in her round, perky breasts peeking out just a little from her button-up uniform top that was just a few buttons too low, and the way her ass looked…never mind her long, slim legs that were just dying to have my fingers run up them to disappear under that skirt to see whether she was just as turned on as I was.
Pull your shit together, Phillip.
The reality was, now that I had her, I didn’t know what the fuck to do with her. Well, not in any kind of decent sense. I took a long look at her. She was young. Really young. But I knew the club only hired girls over eighteen, so she couldn’t be too young. But she definitely had that wide-eyed, innocent thing going for her. She looked like a young doe caught in the glare of oncoming headlights. But she didn’t cry, which meant she was strong, even if she didn’t know it. Hell, at her age, there was so much she didn’t know about herself.