Summer Vacation With Dad's Best Friend (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 108) Read online

  SUMMER VACATION WITH DAD’S BEST FRIEND

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 108

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Summer Vacation With Dad's Best Friend

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Series

  Newsletter

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2019 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny

  Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter

  Book 49: Steamy

  Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend

  Book 51: Possessive Professor

  Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter

  Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby

  Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day

  Book 55: Doctor Next Door

  Book 56: Possessive Policeman

  Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter

  Book 59: Virgin in New York

  Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby

  Book 61: Possessive Protector

  Book 62: Possessive Australian

  Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother

  Book 64: Possessive Cowboy

  Book 65: Summer Romanced

  Book 66: Possessive Prince

  Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy

  Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend

  Book 69: Possessive Firefighter

  Book 70: Football Next Door

  Book 71: Doctor December

  Book 72: Possessive Canadian

  Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire

  Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop

  Book 75: Possessive Brazilian

  Book 76: Hockey Obsession

  Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter

  Book 78: Halloween Next Door

  Book 79: Possessive Russian

  Book 80: Baseball Mine

  Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive

  Book 82: Instalove Island

  Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss

  Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor

  Book 86: Possessive Portuguese

  Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop

  Book 88: Russian’s Obsession

  Book 89: Possessive Doctor’s Christmas

  Book 90: Possessive Parisian Pilot

  Book 91: U.K. Boxing Day

  Book 92: Jealous Russian Stalker

  Book 93: Italian Mountain Man

  Book 94: Aggressive Russian

  Book 95: Possessive Valentine

  Book 96: Possessive Hunter

  Book 97: Dad’s Russian Mafia Friend

  Book 98: Russian Teacher

  Book 99: Australian Obsession

  Book 100: Russian Next Door

  Book 101: Dad’s Irish Friend

  Book 102: Nanny for the Russian Mafia

  Book 103: Best Friend’s Dad

  Book 104: Basketball Babymaker

  Book 105: Possessive Veterinarian

  Book 106: Brother’s Fireman Friend

  Book 107: Brother’s Canadian Cowboy Friend

  Book 108: Summer Vacation With Dad’s Best Friend

  SUMMER VACATION WITH DAD’S BEST FRIEND

  My dad promised me I could tag along on his summer vacation to Barcelona if I aced the semester.

  Considering he’s spending his summer vacay with his best friend, the hot older man this younger woman has always wanted, you know I went all out…and lived up to my end of the bargain.

  Being around dad’s best friend for the first time in years makes me feel so alive, and also reassures me that I’m ready for another first time…with him.

  As temperatures soar and things get hot outside…and inside a famous Barcelona library…will this trip result in the ultimate HEA for me, or did I just read the whole situation wrong, only to find out that what we have is just summer love?

  What will this possessive older man have to say about that?

  And what will my dad say when it’s time kiss this vacation goodbye, but my dad’s best friend isn’t having it, saying I’m his and he wants to kiss me under the Spanish summer sun…forever?

  *Summer Vacation With Dad’s Best Friend is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  CHAPTER 1

  Alejandro

  My head leans back, finding the cool horizontal boards of the rooftop pool at the Hotel Colon in Barcelona, while my feet slide underwater along the marble tiles.

  My eyes close and I exhale hard.

  A visual image of those old Nestea Plunge commercials from the hot summers of the 80’s overtakes my mind as my body continues sliding horizontally until only my head is left above water.

  Now…my vacation has officially started.

  And just like in the 80’s I’ll soon be swimming with my best friend, but this time we’re not kids diving off the roof of his family’s house into his above ground pool…and yes, as soon as you hit you better go horizontal or you’re going to have a big ol’ knot right on your head, or worse…this time we’ve made it.

  We’re both forty-one years old now and we have our own successful import / export business. I find the goods here in Spain and I ship them stateside to Eric who sells them into the biggest market in the world…America.

  Olive oils, citrus fruits, and a whole host of other items. But now? It’s my turn to host my childhood friend in my home country for the first time, and I definitely owe him for all those years his family hosted me as an multi-year exchange student.

  I hear the sound of the door to the rooftop opening. Ahhh…it must be the guest services girl they said they’d send up to check on me.

  “Tinto de verano, por favor,” I say without even opening my eyes. This might be my very own literal Nestea Plunge, but in my home country we drink Tinto de verano in the summer, even more so than sangria.

  I hear a giggle and just smile, my head horizontally on the top step of the shallow end.

  There’s a row of wooden boards just overhead blocking the sun’s rays, keeping the rooftop cool…and once I get that drink in my hand I’m going to feel even cooler.

  I just continue relaxing, waiting to hear the door shut as the girl who giggled heads back downstairs to the bar to put in my drink request.

  But that’s not what I hear at all.

  Instead the sound of fabric making contact all at once with the floor fills my ears.

  I bring my chin down just a bit, cocking my head slightly, and slowly open one eye…immediately followed by the other.

  What the…?

  Not ten feet from me is the absolute death of me in a white triangle-top bikini, a hotel robe at her feet.

  “How’s the water?”

  “Hot! I mean…cool. Just right you should definitely come in as it’s perfect and if you’re on vacation you’ll love it especially if you’re not from Spain and there should be some drinks coming up soon or at least that’s what I was thinking I mean we can order some me and you and…yeah,” I say in the world’s biggest run-on sentence in history.

  She just giggles again and lifts her foot, putting it on the ledge of the slightly elevated pool.

  The top row of my teeth bite down so hard on my lower lip I taste blood…but what I really want to taste right now is her. Her lips, the skin along her collarbone, her…

  I suck in a quick gasp of air and it makes a hissing sound as the shape of my mouth hasn’t moved.

  She just looks over at me with a “you little devil, you” look. And she’s right. But the only little devil is her.

  There’s no way this girl is a day older than…I don’t know. Twenty, tops? I’m terrible with guessing ages, but damn if she isn’t filling out that swimsuit like a mother—“

  The elevator door dings, but I don’t even turn my head. My eyes are absolutely fixated on her as she turns back to the pool, looking at the water as she slowly steps up and in, lowering herself into the dipping area of the pool as my need for her rises out of that same pool.

  I tuck my hips back trying to keep my excitement submerged, but it’s no use.

  I swipe the towel next to me off the edge of the pool and quickly put it over my groin, completely drenching it.

  She moves to the side of the pool, giving me a complete profile shot and does my brain ever burn this image into its photographic memory bank.

  Suddenly her elbows rise up out of the water, her hands finding the edge of the pool, and she lifts her self up in one fluid motion, her butt finding the edge of the pool as her body does one big jiggle as the water runs down her porcelain skin.

  I think of soccer, bull fighting, paella…anything but her, but it’s no use.

  The thought of exploding right here and now is beyond embarrassing, but definitely not beyond the scope of possibilities. Damn, I want to stand up right now, walk over the top of this water like Moses, grab her and make her mine…forever.

  And I’ve never, ever felt like this before.

  The sound of fast moving steps is coming from my side, but I don’t even look. As a matter of fact my teeth clench and my forearms tighten, my hands gripping the towel with a white-knuckle grip.

  The hotel staff that I was so looking forward to coming up and asking me what I’d like to drink is suddenly the worst cock block in the world. Yeah, I can order drinks for the both of us, the legal age in Spain is eighteen, but that’s not on my mind. And of course I’m not trying to get anyone drunk and take advantage of them.

  This is Europe. This is summer. This is one of the most cosmopolitan cities in the world.

  We don’t drink to get drunk. We drink to enjoy, to celebrate life. And the celebration I want more than any other right now is to create a life with her. A baby. To fill her belly with the child I never knew I wanted or…needed.

  And is it ever a need.

  “Cannonball!” comes from the side where the elevator is and suddenly water splashes everywhere outside the pool and then I feel an arm wrap around my neck and drag me under.

  I grab this crazy person underwater, quickly realizing it’s a guy…a big guy…slide out of his grasp and shove him, giving me space as I come up for air, ready to fight.

  “You crazy son of a gun, it’s me!” he says as he stands.

  My head pulls back in shock. “Eric?”

  “I fly halfway around the world and that’s all the excitement I get?” I’m completely frozen. “What’s up, buddy? How you been?” my crazy, friendly, American best buddy says, holding out his hand.

  I take it, and smile, thinking about how Americans may be loud, but man…they are some of the friendliest most giving people on the planet, if not thee most.

  “Good to see you, amigo,” I say, the haze of shock still lingering over me. First her and then him, grabbing me and trying to put me in a headlock under water. In a lot of ways he’s still my best bud from my childhood. His fun loving ways and his shit-eating grin haven’t changed one bit.

  “And I see you’ve already met Elizabeth.”

  “Elizabeth?”

  “Elizabeth, you knucklehead.”

  “Oh…right. Eli…” I turn, drinking in the sight of her again. She lifts one hand and moves four fingers like a wave, as if she was playing the piano. “…zabeth,” I finally finish, having no clue that I was supposed to know who this is. I thought this holiday was just the two of us guys, doing guy stuff. “You’re already…dating?” The ink on Eric’s divorce just dried not more than a few weeks ago. That was fast and that…completely took the wind out of my sails.

  How do you tell your best friend you’re absolutely infatuated with his new girl? That he might just think of her as some rebound from his ex-wife, but something in me absolutely knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that she’s the one?

  And how in the world do you make a move on your buddy’s woman? You don’t. That’s the answer…or in my case the problem.

  Because I absolutely have to.

  The thought of him hooking up with her on this trip while I sleep in the other room infuriates me to the point I want to literally punch him in the face right now, toss him off the roof, and take her for myself.

  What
the hell is wrong with me?

  Eric coughs wildly like he’s swallowed a gallon of this pool water. “Dating her!” he howls. “You hear that, Elizabeth?”

  Her body stays frozen as her eyes dart around before finally settling on my groin. Damn! Wait…when Eric tackled me and then started acting all hyper my body switched gears and my need subsided, but now? Now it’s quickly coming back. Quickly.

  “Sorry,” he says, bent over trying to catch his breath. “I was studying a little of that Es-pan-ol on the flight over and they were talking about how you Castilians have formal and informal ways of speaking and I thought that since this was your first time meeting her in so long I should give you the formal introduction.”

  “Right?” Is he drunk from the flight?

  “What was I thinking?” he says, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me in before trying to give me a nuggie. Eric is absolutely out of control right now. I want to tell him he’s acting like a typical American on vacation, but then I remember that Europeans work to live, taking off almost all of August and having general holiday periods throughout the year. Americans live to work. They power the global economy and are the reason why Eric and I even have an import / export business in the first place. And when American’s get their one or two weeks a year they go all out.