"Emily," he said with a low, smooth voice. "You've grown up a lot since the last time I saw you." 




My heart practically jumped into my throat. What was that supposed to mean? I couldn't tell if it was a compliment or something...else. That strange, heated thrill kept running through me. 



"I...guess so," College changes you." 




"Does it?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. There was a hint of mischief in his smile, and my heart raced at the thought of what he might be thinking. 



"Yeah, you know," I tried sounding causal. "More responsibilities, more-" 



"More maturity?" There was teasing lilt in his voice as he interrupted. The way he said it made my heart flutter. 



I laughed, a little nervous. "Yeah, something like that." I mumbled, not really sure how to respond.

Mated To My Bestfriend's Father


Emily’s POV
I opened my mouth to reply to Ira, but the sound of a door creaking open stopped me. Tristan stepped out of his office, his cold gaze shifting between us. “What’s going on here?” he asked, his voice sharp with authority.
Neither Ira nor I answered. I wasn’t about to explain myself ...

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