I yelp when I see Colin Mann. My heartbeat quickens, which tends to happen when I’m surprised—and when I’m in Colin’s presence. With his messy salt and pepper hair, smoldering violet eyes, and defined jawline, I find him beyond sexy, which is a tiny bit awkward as he’s one of my father’s closest friends.
‘Mr. Mann, what are you doing here?’ I ask, hoping my face isn’t as red as a tomato. He caught me singing Hannah Montana, and he caught me singing it very badly.
‘I own this plane,’ he says.
My eyes jump out of their sockets.WORD COUNT: 2,500
A naughty short story about a young woman and her dad's best friend!
‘Mr. Mann, what are you doing here?’ I ask, hoping my face isn’t as red as a tomato. He caught me singing Hannah Montana, and he caught me singing it very badly.
‘I own this plane,’ he says.
My eyes jump out of their sockets.WORD COUNT: 2,500
A naughty short story about a young woman and her dad's best friend!
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