My Roommate's Dad: A Forbidden Romance

By S.E. Law

Rose: I never meant to become an escort. It was just a way to pay for school so that I could get that much-needed degree. But unfortunately, I couldn’t find a decent job after graduation, so I turned back to what I know best: making men happy.


Damon: I don’t judge anyone, and certainly not my daughter’s curvy, sassy best friend. Rose is just doing what she needs to do to survive in this crazy place called New York City. But now the feisty girl’s come to me because she wants to start a new dating business and needs money for the project. But I’m going to say no … unless she gives me a taste of the goods for sale.


This book is a special follow-up to First Time Escort! In this tale, we meet Rose again, who originally introduced her friend Lucy to the scandalous world of high-end escorting. But Rose is different – she’s a sassy, feisty girl who’s not afraid to use her curves to get what she wants, and her best friend’s dad is absolutely MESMERIZED. Let go, relax, and get ready for the ride of your life because this story sizzles! No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.E. Law Romance Author
• Release date: Jun 6, 2021

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My Roommate’s Dad

My Roommate’s Dad

A Forbidden Romance

S.E. Law

Copyright © 2020 by S.E. Law

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Forbidden Fantasies

My Fiance’s Dad

Trailer Park Daddy

While He Watches

Her Secret Baby

The Clients

Hunger

My Dad’s Best Friend

My Best Friend’s Dad

Trapped By My Boss

Pregnant By The Doctor

Pregnant By The Alpha

Making His Baby

First Time Escort

First Time Menage

My Roommate’s Dad

Filthy Twin Cowboys

Filthy Twin Cops

The CEO’s Baby

The Soldier’s Baby

Filthy Twin Stepbrothers

Sweet Treats

His Candy Cane

Her Juicy Cherry

Her Honey Pot

Second Helpings

Sugar Walls

Please and Tease

Forbidden Fruit

Band of Brothers

Her Italian Wedding

Double XL

The Boyfriend Diaries

Mommy’s Ex

Mommy’s Boss

Mommy’s Landlord

Daddy’s Christmas Gift

Daddy’s Holiday Baby

Daddy’s Love Child

Made for Them

Built For Them

Sugar and Spice

The Naughty Party

Blackmail Fantasies

Blackmailing My Dad’s Best Friend

Blackmailed By My Dad’s Boss

Blackmailed In The Boudoir

Blackmailed By My Teacher

Irresistible Bachelors

Sweet as Candy

Must Be Love

Meant To Be

Standalones

You’re Mine

Boss of My Panties

Naughty Relations

About My Daddies

About Last Night

About This Morning

About That Evening

Playing with Them

Playing with the Doctors

Playing with the Criminals

Playing with her Priests

Healing Hands

Dr. Feelgood

Dr. Man Candy

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Contents

About This Book

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

Sneak Peek: First Time Escort

Sneak Peek: Pregnant By The Doctor

About the Author

About This Book

Rose: I never meant to become an escort. It was just a way to pay for school so that I could get that much-needed degree. But unfortunately, I couldn’t find a decent job after graduation, so I turned back to what I know best: making men happy.

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Damon: I don’t judge anyone, and certainly not my daughter’s curvy, sassy best friend. Rose is just doing what she needs to do to survive in this crazy place called New York City. But now the feisty girl’s come to me because she wants to start a new dating business and needs money for the project. But I’m going to say no … unless she gives me a taste of the goods for sale.

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This book is a special follow-up to First Time Escort! In this tale, we meet Rose again, who originally introduced her friend Lucy to the scandalous world of high-end escorting. But Rose is different – she’s a sassy, feisty girl who’s not afraid to use her curves to get what she wants, and her best friend’s dad is absolutely MESMERIZED. Let go, relax, and get ready for the ride of your life because this story sizzles! No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.

1

Rose

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Istroll across the dimly lit patio and key into my one-bedroom apartment. I hang my black fur coat (faux) on the hook, stopping to run my fingers over the chipped green paint on the door. Hopefully, my landlord gets around to repainting this one day; I’ve only asked him three times now.

Continuing inside, I squeeze my tummy up and in as I slide between the side table and the lamp, shimmying the rest of the way through to get to the couch. I think to myself, as I do most nights, that I should get rid of some of this furniture because it just doesn’t fit in the room. But I love my things and I was so proud to finally be able to afford my living room set. It would break my heart to have to give pieces of it away.

But I’m feeling exhausted tonight, both physically and mentally. I let out a loud sigh as I collapse onto the plush cushions of my beloved couch. It’s a deep mossy velvet, and I run my hand over the fabric, luxuriating in its soft feel. But what am I doing? There’s no time to be lost. I pull up the time log on my phone and check myself out, indicating I’ve returned home safely. I’ve just logged another date in the books. I’ve been taking more and more lately, and it’s starting to wear on me.

After all, I work as a high-end escort, and my rendezvous tonight was with a man named Mitchell. He was kind enough. I could tell he was really blown away by my curves, so much that he stuttered a bit. It’s flattering of course, but it doesn’t make things any less awkward.

But Mitchell’s just not my type. He was dorky and rather unsure of himself, not to mention the spare tire around his tummy and the double chin hanging over his collar. Not only that, but he was sweating profusely throughout the entire date. I felt bad for him, but at the same time it was just so disgusting! I couldn’t look away. I wanted so badly to hand him a handkerchief so he could blot the beads of sweat away from his neck and forehead, but I figured it would only embarrass him, so I just smiled.

But that’s what you get when you’re in my line of work. Men pay astronomical amounts of money to take beautiful women out for dinner and drinks. My agency, City Girls, tells us to flirt and act interested. Our job is essentially to provide the client with enjoyable female company where they don’t have to do any of the work of courting a woman. We charm them, boost their ego a bit, and then send them home. Most of the time, that is. Every once in a while, I deem one worth granting the ultimate sale - sampling the goods, so to speak.

But providing that extra isn’t a requirement. Some girls choose to do it every time for the money, while others have vowed to never stoop to it. Personally, I take it on a case by case basis. If the client is handsome and kind, namely someone I wouldn’t mind having sex with under normal circumstances, I’ll take the plunge.

Unfortunately, Mitchell did not meet those requirements. But that didn’t stop him from inquiring. They always do. They assume an escort is an easier catch than the average woman. It’s understandable, but I turned him down of course. After all, not only was he a physical putz, but we didn’t connect at all. If it had been a real date, he would never have had the nerve to even ask. Of course, he looked upset when I told him no. The humiliation of the ultimate rejection, being turned away by an escort, was written all over his face, and I swear I saw his chin tremble and tears spring to his eyes. But I wasn’t all that moved by his pity party to be honest. It was another dreadful night out for me and all I wanted was to make an exit and get back to my tiny New York City apartment.

I kick my red heels