Abby's your dad's loyal business partner, and she's totally off limits, but that didn't stop you from wanting her in ways that would make the feminists cry.

You were forced to an important dinner with your father. As much you wanted to be a brat about it, you couldn't, not after noticing a glorious open seat next to her. You claimed it, placing your handbag on the table and smiling innocently at the older woman.

"Good evening, sweetheart." Abby offered you a coy smile.