London With Dad’s Best Friend Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)

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London With Dad's Best Friend

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Flora Ferrari

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She’s supposed to be in London to plan her future, but an unexpected meeting turns her entire world upside down…
Casey lands in London with one thing on her mind: what is her future going to look like? With college fast approaching, this trip is supposed to be her chance to consider studying abroad and get some freedom from home.
When Casey’s dad tells her he’s arranged for an old friend to show her around, she expects to greet some old, stuffy businessman she’s never met who will drone on for a few hours and then leave her to explore the city alone.
The drop dead gorgeous man in the suit who meets her at King’s College is decidedly not a boring work colleague. It’s been years since she last saw Edward, and she’s literally left speechless when they meet.
Edward finds himself just as lost for words as he realizes the beautiful blonde with the stunning blue eyes is the same gangly teenager who was at his going-away party before he left for London.
He can’t keep his eyes off of her, charmed not only by her beauty but also her demure demeanor and gentle wit.
But Casey is only in London for a week, and then she has to leave Edward — and they both have to face the reality of who they are to one another.
After all, she’s the daughter of Edward’s best friend, no matter how little that changes how they feel, and there’s an ocean between them.
Will this newfound attraction have the chance to bloom into something more? Or will her father’s disapproval and Casey’s youth prove too much for the pair to overcome?
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Flora Ferrari

Chapter One


I walk down the street, my head full of the meeting I just left, when my phone rings in my pocket. I assume, thanks to the timing, that it’s probably a colleague remembering some last-minute point to make, or my assistant reminding me I’m done for the day. But when I fish it out and answer the call, it’s an unexpected voice that answers.

“Edward! How are you doing?”

“Rick?” I say. I’m surprised to hear from an old friend. A very good old friend, actually – we became best buds in college, and continued to hang out over the years until I moved to London for work. That was just a few years ago, but we’ve stayed in touch with phone calls and emails. I just wasn’t expecting to hear from him out of the blue today.

“Am I catching you at a good time? I can never remember how to work out the time zones.”

I laugh. “It’s a good time. I’ve just finished with a lunch meeting, and I’m about to head home. Nothing else booked in for the day, so I’m a free agent until tomorrow.”

“That’s perfect. Look, I wanted to ask you a favor. A big favor, actually.”

“Uh oh,” I say. I pause to duck into the entrance of a closed shop, getting out of the way of the foot traffic along the busy street. “What is it?”

“Well, it’s Casey.” Oh, yes, Casey, his daughter. I remember the last time I saw her, she was a gangly teenager – I guess she must have been about fourteen or fifteen then. I spent more time with Rick alone than with his family, but they all showed up at my going away party to see me off. “Thing is, she’s going to be in your neck of the woods.”

“In London? What’s she doing here?”

“She’s thinking about studying abroad, so she’s checking out a couple of colleges this week. It was all a bit last minute – we didn’t decide until the end of last week, and then it was a bit of a mad dash to organize the flights and the hotel. The thing is, I did tell my wife I would speak to you, and then I – well, I forgot.”

“Damnit, Rick,” I chuckle, shaking my head. He’s never been the most organized person I know. “Alright. What do you need me to do?”

“I said you’d be able to look out for her. You know, make sure she gets around alright, doesn’t get too lost. One of the schools she’s looking at is King’s College London.”

I nod, understanding now. That was the college I spent a year studying at, as part of a student exchange program. It was one of the reasons I’d chosen to come and work here in London – remembering the good times I’d had when I was younger. “Alright. So, when is she set to have her tour?”

“Well, actually, it’s today.”

“What!” I check my watch; it’s almost three in the afternoon. Rick sure as hell left it late to call me. “What time?”

“Uh, not long from now. About three thirty.”

I swear down at the phone, shaking my head. “Then I’d better head off now. Where will I find her?”

“I’ll tell her to wait for you outside the main reception building,” Rick says. “Thanks, Ed. You’re a good pal.”

“Sure am,” I mutter, ending the call and beginning to walk quickly. I was going to have to hop on the Tube and hope I didn’t hit any delays if I was going to get to her in time. Trust Rick to spring something like this on me.

By the time I get off the Tube at the familiar stop and rush over to the campus, I think I’m going to miss the tour altogether – but a glance at my watch tells me I'll be there with a couple of minutes to spare. Casting a look around, I can’t see Casey anywhere. I walk towards the main reception, staying alert. I expect she’ll be coming towards me any time soon.

There’s a young woman standing in front of the doors that I can’t help but admire as I wait. She stands with her back to me, but all I can see are the curves of her body – and I like what I see. She’s dressed in a white shirt over a pair of white jeans, and platform sandals to give her a little extra height, with blonde hair spilling down her back. Her voluptuous body looks ready to burst out of the top, tailored with tight paneling that hugs her perfectly. I can’t stop looking at her round, apple bottom ass, packed into those jeans that look like they must have been painted on her.

She begins to turn around, and I hold my breath, ready to see what this vixen looks like from the front. My eyes cross her body, taking in large breasts trapped under the tight shirt, lovely wide hips, and –