F@#king My Daughter's BFF
Real estate agent Elijah Carter delivers a package to one of his luxury listings that his daughter is supposed to be staging. When he arrives, he discovers her BFF in the master bathroom's tub.
Author’s Note: This is a retelling of a scene from Dirty, the 4th book in my series, The Education of Eden. It is told from the perspective of Mr. Carter, the father of Michelle, Eden’s best friend.
Fucking My Daughter’s BFF by Skylar Reyes
The notification lit up my phone just as I merged onto the highway. Delivery confirmation for 2847 Riverside Drive. The delivery person would leave the box at the gate as usual.
The Havershams were in Europe on vacation. They had chosen my real estate agency to sell their mini-mansion while they were away. I had put my daughter, Michelle, in charge of staging the house before we submitted the listing.
The property should sell itself once potential buyers saw what Michelle had done with the space.
I found the package at the end of the driveway by the gate. It was bedspreads for the four bedrooms of the house. I would leave the package inside the front door for Michelle to deal with the next morning.
I climbed out of my BMW, my dress shoes crunching on the gravel. The evening air carried the scent of jasmine from the landscaped gardens. Everything looked pristine.
The front door opened smoothly with my key. I reached for the security panel, ready to punch in the code.
The screen was dark. Not armed.
“Michelle,” I muttered under my breath, irritation flaring. We’d discussed this. An empty multi-million dollar property, and she’d forgotten the most basic security protocol.
Then I heard it—the faint sound of water running. And music, barely audible, drifting from somewhere deep in the house.
My irritation shifted to concern. I moved through the foyer, past the staged living spaces Michelle had transformed. “Michelle?” I called out.
“Hello?” My voice echoed through the marble foyer. “Is someone here?”
Silence.
I moved through the first floor, checking the kitchen, the library, the formal dining room. Nothing appeared disturbed. The staging furniture sat exactly where Michelle had positioned it.
I climbed the curved staircase to find the master suite door ajar, warm light spilling into the hallway. Steam drifted from the bathroom.
“Is someone up here?” I called out, my tone firm but not aggressive. I didn’t want trouble, just answers.
The music volume dropped suddenly.
“I can hear you up there. I don’t want any trouble.”
Still no response, but I could hear movement—a splash of water.
I pushed the bathroom door open.
What I saw took my breath away.
Eden Chase sat in the massive soaking tub, surrounded by mountains of bubbles. Her green eyes went wide with recognition and horror as our gazes locked. Wet blonde hair clung to her shoulders, and she sank deeper into the water until only her head remained visible above the foam.
What the hell is Eden doing here?
“Eden?” The name came out sharper than I intended.
She was my daughter Michelle’s BFF. They had been inseparable since grade school. I’d watched her grow up alongside my daughter—skinned knees, birthday parties, late-night movies. She’d always been like a second daughter to me.
“Mr. Carter! I—I can explain.”
My mind struggled to process the scene. Eighteen-year-old Eden was naked in my client’s bathtub like she owned the place.
“I hope you can,” I said, keeping my voice level despite the surge of confusion and anger. “I came to check on a delivery we’re waiting for and saw a car in the driveway. I thought someone had broken in.”
She swallowed hard, her throat working visibly. “Michelle was so excited about her new job and brought us over to see the house last night. I accidentally left something here and remembered the codes.” Her green eyes pleaded with me. “Please don’t tell Michelle. I’m so sorry!”
The professional in me took over. “Michelle should not have shown you the house without permission. That was completely unprofessional. I’ll have to speak with her about this.”
The color drained from her face. “Please don’t do that. She’ll be furious with me, and we’re already fighting. Can’t this be a secret between the two of us? Please?”
I shook my head firmly. Michelle needed to understand boundaries, especially if she wanted to work in real estate. “I can’t do that, Eden. I’ll give you privacy to get dressed.”
I turned toward the door, already thinking about what I’d say to my daughter.
“Mr. Carter, before you leave, I have one thing to tell you.” Eden’s voice stopped me. “Please turn around.”
Something in her tone made me hesitate. Against my better judgment, I turned slowly.
Eden stood up in the tub.
Holy fuck.
Water cascaded down her body. Bubbles clung strategically to her breasts and between her legs, concealing very little. She was all curves and smooth skin, young and perfect and completely off-limits.
“Eden, what are you doing?” My voice came out strangled.
She held my gaze with an assertiveness I’d never seen from her before. “I’ve always found you attractive. You’ve always been my ideal of what a man should be.” She tilted her head slightly. “Do you find me attractive?”
My eyes betrayed me, traveling down her body before I could stop them. The swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the long legs. I forced myself to look away.
