My Father's Best Friend novel Chapter 24

They reached Lance's flat and made their way in the building. It was already halfway past nine and the lobby was kind of deserted. They got into the elevator, with only both of them in it and as the doors closed, Andrea leaned her head against a wall and rested a bit, feeling wobbly and her head felt a bit weird.

"Do you have an Advil?" she asked, making no effort as to move her aching head towards his direction.

"Yup," he said.

The doors opened and she started to walk out the elevator but nearly toppled over, glad to have the railings to hold on to.

"You okay?" Lance asked, kneeling in front of her.

She shook her head, and within the span of three seconds, Lance scooped her up and carried her to his flat, bridal style.

Andrea wound her arms around Lance's neck, and she felt a very good fuzzy feeling envelope her the sight of Lance's face from her angle was immaculate. She closed her eyes and admitted to herself that she was drunk. She opened her eyes again as Lance lowered her to a bed that she recognized as the guest room bed.

"I need to go to the bathroom," she said, sitting up almost immediately and lying back down again as she felt her surroundings turn.

She felt Lance sit down on the side of the bed and remove her pumps, "Want me to help you up?" he offered.

"Yes, please," she said, defeatedly.

Lance chuckled slightly and moved towards her head, guiding it up and then walked her to the bathroom.

She mumbled her thanks and proceeded on brushing her teeth and washing her face, giving up the thought of shower because she knew she can't handle anymore action.

After using the toilet and washing her hand, she got out of the bathroom still slightly wobbly, and found Lance, now wearing comfortable jeans and a wife-beater, sitting on the bed with a glass of water and some Advil, beside him are change of clothes.

"Lance," she said, moistening her lips with her tongue after realizing they were chapped.

His eyes followed the movement, and she felt a sudden heat between her legs as his eyes dart back to hers, and without giving much thought to it, she moved closer to him and his arms slowly tightened around her as she move in, her head slightly angled to look up to him, their faces only inches away.

Andrea wanted to see everything that is happening but with the soft, hot breath of Lance against her lips, she can't find any muscle near her eyes to prevent it from closing.

Andrea could feel Lance's lips trail softly across her jaw when they were interrupted by the ring of the doorbell, almost immediately, they broke away from each other. Lance muttered a curse and looked at Andrea with a disgusted look upon his face that made Andrea's heart constrict. He walked out of the room and with him, the tensions and sexual desires she never imagined she would feel to anyone, much more to a man she had treated as a father throughout her life.

She felt a sudden urge to cry but stopped herself, crying would only prove to Lance that she was affected and so, realizing she wasn't feeling drunk anymore, she zipped up her dress, grabbed her shoes and purse and walked out of the room, not caring to look in the mirror.

She walked into the living room and saw a girl, looking at Lance as if he was some meal, standing in front of him, scanning some papers. The girl's eyes shot to her almost the same time as Lance's guilty stare, and she realized it was the flirty secretary of his, Bianca.