Madrid With Dad’s Best Friend by Flora Ferrari

I’m walking down the street when I see her. A perfect ten body, all curves in all the right places.

It’s not often a woman has this kind of effect on me. I’ve been single a long time, and that’s how I like it, keeping my focus on work, keeping my business running.
But, damn. This girl, with her long blonde hair swinging straight over her shoulders, her pretty face hidden behind huge sunglasses – I can’t help but stare.
But I stop in my tracks.
Not because she calls out my name.
But because I recognize her too. She’s older than I remember, her full figure mouthwateringly fine. In the time since I last saw her, she’s grown into a woman.

But it’s her, alright. Lily. The daughter of my best friend from when I lived in the States before I came back home to run the family business.
And even knowing who she is, I can’t deny the flash of heat I feel when I take her in.
I want her. And she will be mine.
But there might be a problem.
I only have one week before she flies back home to her father, my old best friend.