A Curvy Girl for the Cadet: A Perfect Fit Novella by Sugar Jamison

soft, his body was solid and comforting. She thought about what it would be like to go to bed with him, what it would be like to strip off all her clothes and lay naked beneath him while he worked. She didn’t think about that fast paced, headboard banging sweaty kind of sex as he deepened his kiss, but that slow lazy, smile causing, toe curling kind of sex. Clayton Calhoun seemed like he would be mighty good at that.
    He broke the kiss and studied her face with those beautiful icy eyes of his. “I don’t know why I did that. I just know that I really wanted to.”
    “I’m not complaining.”
    He smiled then. Not a full smile, just a flash of teeth, a slight curling of the lips, but she found it delicious anyway.
    He shook his head and leaned down to kiss her again. It was a much shorter kiss, but it still managed to send tingles through her body. Tingles she hadn’t felt in years.
    “Get out of my house, Daisy.”
    “Goodbye, Clayton and thank you.”
    She walked back over to her house, feeling better and calmer than she had all day. “Mama?” Aubrey was popped up as soon as she stepped back inside. “Are you okay? You were gone for a long time.”
    “I’m fine, baby,” she said truthfully as she bent to kiss her forehead. “Let’s see what movie you picked out for us.”
    *
    “Is this place okay for you, son?” Clayton’s father asked just after the hostess seated them in the local steakhouse that next evening.
    “Yes, sir. It’s fine.”
    “How about you call me Dad instead of sir? Since I’m your father, I’ll get a kick out of it.”
    “You made me call you sir when I was growing up. That’s how I think of you.”
    “I was a dick then, wasn’t I?” he asked, shaking his head with a self-deprecating smile. “A total dick.”
    Clayton stared at his father in a state of semi shock over what he had just said. His buttoned down, straight-laced, humorless father had called himself a dick, and he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with jeans and sandals. And his ear was pierced. This transformation wasn’t new. He should be used to it by now, but he couldn’t figure out what the hell had happened to the man.
    “It’s all right, Clay. You can admit it. I was an asshole. Come on. Call me an asshole. You’ll feel better. My therapist says that it’s unhealthy to bottle up your feelings because they will manifest themselves in unhealthy ways. I know you think I’m an asshole, so call me one.”
    “I won’t. You are my father and I respect you.”
    “No, you don’t.” A waiter came over to take their drink orders and to Clayton’s surprise his father ordered a pina colada. He had never seen his father order anything other than whiskey or bourbon when they were out. “I learned some things about myself. One of those things is that I don’t like hard liquor. Never have. Just drank it because I thought it was the manly thing to do. I love fruity drinks. I don’t care who knows it. They’re delicious. They make me happy and I’m not less of a man because of it.”
    Clayton just blinked at his father not sure how, or if he should respond to that. “I respect you, sir.”
    “You’re a good soldier. You respect your elders and your commanding officers. Maybe you respect me out of duty, but I know you hate me.”
    “I don’t,” he said truthfully.
    “You tried to me kill me. You put my head through a wall.”
    He had lost control then. It was one of the few times he had. He could still feel his mother trying to pull him off. He could still see the trickle of blood that ran down his father’s face. “A man should respect a woman. I didn’t like the way you were treating my mother.” For years Clayton watched as his father debased their mother. Criticizing everything that she did, and the way she looked, and how she acted. And for so long Clayton never understood why. They had been happy once. He remembered them being happy, but something had changed. One day his father had turned cold. He