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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)

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Claimed By Dad's College Friend

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She seems familiar to me…like I’ve known her my whole life. This woman working hard as she weaves between coffee tables is the one for me. But maybe there’s a reason she seems familiar…and maybe it has something to do with my old college roommate who I’m going to visit…

I knew I’d seen him before…and now that Dad’s hot college roommate has shown up here, I know it’s fate that we’ve been brought together. I’m head over heels for the one man that should be untouchable to me…but all I want is for him to touch me back…
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Chapter One


I didn’t come to this small mountain town looking for a woman. I’ve never been anywhere hoping to find the one. But as I’m sitting in this tiny cafe waiting for my coffee to be served, the woman of my dreams catches my eye.

She looks familiar to me, but at the same time, I’m sure I would remember a face like hers. She’s effortlessly beautiful...even in her apron and her short black work dress, she looks like utter perfection. Her blonde hair is pinned back off her rounded face and her diamond eyes glimmer every time I see them shining in the sunlight.

I’ve been here for five minutes and I haven’t taken my eyes off her the entire time. I’ve never been so damn attracted to a woman before. I came here with my head in the game, entirely focussed on my latest business venture...after all, this small skiing town wasn’t meant to offer me much more than money. But now, seeing her, I’ve hit a different kind of jackpot.

My eyes roam over her body. She’s curvaceous with wide hips, thick thighs and an ass that swings irresistibly each time she walks between the tables. And I’m not the only person who’s noticed how attractive she is, clearly…

There’s a group of men sitting in one corner of the cafe, talking louder than everyone else in the cafe combined. They’re young and handsome, the kind of men who think that every woman is desperate to fall down at their feet. They stare at her with hungry eyes, desperate for what they can’t have. It makes my hands curl into fists. Every possessive bone in my body is itching for her, to protect her, to have her for my own...I can’t stand the way those guys are looking at the woman I want. My anger juxtaposes with the sudden hardness of my cock in my pants. I’m torn between ripping her clothes off and ripping those men apart to stop them from ogling her.

I watch as she heads over to their table with a tray of coffee. I can see she’s nervous around them too. The tray is shaking in her hands as she tries to set it down on the table. As she leans forward, her dress shifts to give me a view of her full breasts. It doesn’t escape the notice of those men either. One of them wolf-whistles and slowly moves his hand to place it on her ass. He squeezes her as the other men laugh.

“I wasn’t expecting such a treat with my morning coffee,” the young man says, squeezing her again.

Anger courses through me like lava in my veins. I stand up, knocking my chair over in my haste as I stride towards their table. There’s no way I’m going to let some creep get away with harassing her like that. The man looks at me in amusement while the woman edges away from him in disgust.

“Got a problem, pal?” he asks. I snarl as I grab him by the front of his shirt, lifting him right off of his chair. He’s a big guy, but he feels weightless in my grip. He finally has the sense to look afraid as I hold him up dangling in front of me. He kicks his legs at me.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks, nervousness creeping into his tone. I growl in anger.

“Oh, so you don’t like being manhandled? You can dish it out but you can’t take it, huh? How would you like for someone to grope you in plain sight, huh? You’re disgusting.”

“Hey, man, it’s none of your business what I do!” the guy hisses in return. “Let go of me.”

“No. You need to be taught a goddamn lesson,” I snarl as I slam my other fist into his stomach and the onlookers in the cafe gasp in shock. The young man’s friends don’t know whether to laugh or to run. I can see it in their immature gazes, but I’m not letting any of them think that their behavior is acceptable. I draw the guy up close to my face, snarling at him.

“You deserve to rot in hell for treating women like that,” I snarl. “But you’re going to apologize right this second...or I’m not letting you go.”

“What the hell?” the man wheezes. “Do you even know her?”

“That’s beside the point. You’re acting like a scumbag. Say sorry or I’ll make you sorry…”

“Alright, alright! Don’t hit me again!” the man squeals like a frightened piglet. “I’m sorry...I’m sorry that I touched you...Imogen.”

I turn to look at the beautiful waitress. Sure enough, her name tag reads Imogen. I know that name...but in the heat of the moment, I can’t figure out where from.

She’s watching the scene unfold with frightened eyes. She swallows nervously, stepping further away from us.