Chapter 2
Elle was dangerous. The way she walked woke up something primal within Navid that he needed to ignore. The last thing his daughter needed was her father seducing the help.
Too bad Elle was the epitome of his perfect dream woman.
He scolded himself. His deceased wife had been a good woman who cared for their family. She had taught him to forgive, especially when it came to his mother raising him alone in Iran, and his biological father, here in Miami. Because of her influence he'd moved his daughter to Miami to be near his father's family. All of this should matter more than how Elle, the beautiful blonde with those enchanting hazel eyes, moved her hips.
Despite this thought, he felt a stirring in his manhood. He opened the bedroom door and said, "This is your room for now. Ma
