Chapter Two
1560 Words
(Marshall)
I’m not usually this bold.
Those words proved to be quite the lie. The minute we stepped into the shadows of my hotel room, the raven-haired vixen succumbed to me entirely. In fact, she was the first to move. Her hands clutched the front of my shirt, pulling me towards her. Who was I to deny what she so clearly wanted?
We moved from the door. By the time we made it to the bedroom, our clothes had all been promptly discarded. My hands melted into her curves. Her ample bosom fit perfectly against the palm of my hand, her demure whimpers of delight quickly turning into shrill cries of pleasure as I buried my frustrations between those tempting thighs.
It didn’t take long before we were both spent. She curled against my side, falling asleep without a word. Sleep eluded me. I sat there, thinking of what had brought me into that bar in the first place. My brother, my one and only living family member, was getting married. He hadn’t even bothered to tell me. She did. She called me, practically begging me NOT to come to the wedding.
I hadn’t understood. Until I’d seen her. I knew why she hadn’t wanted me at the wedding. We slept together…...while she and my brother were together. I hadn’t known then that she even had a boyfriend. I’d been drunk. She’d been drunk. I really needed to stop drinking. I did stupid s**t when I drank…. like sleeping with women, I had no business sleeping with.
The raven-haired beauty currently tangled in my sheets was a prime example of this. She was young. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. Here I was pushing thirty-five, still trying to figure out my life. Single, no kids, just a bleak future. I’d been married, once upon a time. That had ended some three years prior. She’d cheated. I’d packed my s**t and left.
I’d recently earned a spot at a local law firm. It was dramatically less than what I had been making but I needed to repair my relationship with my brother. And to do that, I would have to remain in town. The beauty beside me stirred though did not fully awaken. My body reacted to her movements. Should I bury myself in her again? Would she let me?
No. I needed to sleep. I had work first thing in the morning. Alas, my body had other ideas. It didn’t take long before I could no longer deny myself the privilege of her once more. She did not resist. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it. Her back arched against me, her head twisting to find my lips. It was too bad this was just a one-night stand. I could lose myself in those lips.
My fingertips left bruises on her flesh, bruises she would undoubtedly have to explain away to whomever might see them. Her nails left marks of their own, digging into my chest as she moved above me. My hands guided her, our hips moving together in a frenzy of passion I don’t think I’d ever experienced before. It never occurred to me to use protection, that she would not be on the pill…not until much later when the sun broke over the horizon.
I cursed my carelessness. But what was done could not be undone. I rose from the tangled mess of sheets, leaving the petite girl in my best to rest from our night of passion. I showered first. I barely even registered the door opening until minutes later when I heard the abrupt sound of my alarm. Cursing, I hopped out as quick as I could. Not bothering to wrap a towel around myself, I raced to the front door. I hit some buttons and the alarm stopped.
She was gone. The girl from last night was no longer in my bed or in my hotel room. Her clothes were gone from my floor. My lips curled into a half smile. She could have at least said goodbye. I shrugged it off. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. I focused my attention elsewhere, dressing quickly.
I couldn’t exactly be late on my first day. I dressed in my finest of suits. I was going to be presented to the rest of the staff as senior VIP. Although it was a highly coveted position, it would also require long work hours. So, maybe, the fact that my one-night stand hadn’t been more than that was a blessing in disguise. I wouldn’t have the time to focus on a relationship anyway.
I was provided a company car, driver included. I cringed at the thought of being driven around like some pompous douche but, considering I wasn’t familiar with this city yet, there really wasn’t much of an alternative. The driver was nice enough though not exactly friendly. Cordial would be the best way to describe his somewhat aloof behavior as I climbed into the back seat. He didn’t need to be told where to take me.
I took the rather short trip to ponder my actions the night before. Guilt had begun to take hold. That girl, the temptress with the raven hair and emerald eyes, had clearly been intoxicated. I couldn’t help but wonder just how intoxicated she was. Would she remember our night together? Would she feel ashamed like I did in that moment? Granted, I was rather intoxicated myself but not to the point where I didn’t have complete control over myself. I could have stopped last night…if I’d wanted to.
The car pulled up to the curb. I climbed out. Peter, one of the other senior VIP’s of the law firm was already there. He rambled on and on about how this position was highly sought after and how my father had been quite the contributing member in his name. That man’s name turned what should have been a glorious day absolutely bitter. I never considered the man that called himself my father to be anything but a drunkard who had abandoned his family in their most desperate time of need. When mother got sick, he left.
I was but a boy myself. My brother didn’t remember our dad. He’d been about a year at the time. I, on the other hand, remembered everything. I was ten when he left. I remembered chasing his car for three blocks, screaming until I was hoarse, for him to come back. He never did. Not until mother’s funeral some years later. Tanner had been five, maybe six. We’d been taken in by my mother’s sister at that point. Of course, she had three kids of her own, so life was hard. I always took care of Tanner, taught him to be a man, taught him to do what was right. Maybe that’s why we were estranged now. I was always so hard on him as a kid. I regretted that now.
I’d only taken this position to be close to my brother. I wasn’t proud of the fact I was leeching off my father’s name. He was dead now. Drank himself into an early grave. He’d established trust funds for my brother upon learning he wasn’t long for this world. I had adamantly refused any money when his lawyer contacted me. There was a stipulation. Tanner couldn’t touch the trust fund until he was thirty. I couldn’t help but wonder if his bride to be knew this.
I barely registered Peter was speaking until he tapped me on the shoulder. “This is your office.” He waved an arm around the massive room we now stood in. “My own personal assistant will be at your disposal until you hire one of your own.”
Did this man think me so incompetent that I could fetch my own cup of coffee? “That won’t be necessary.” I did my best to assure him.
He waved off my disagreement. “Oh, it’s no bother. She may be young, but Emily is quite competent at her job.” He sighed, “If I were ten years younger….” His words trailed off but not before I got the gist of what he was trying to say. I didn’t know what to say to that, so I remained silent.
“Speaking of which, where is that damned woman?” He glanced at his watch. “It’s not like her to be late.” He peeked out the door. “Ah! There she is!”
I followed his line of sight. My jaw dropped. It was her, my raven-haired vixen from last night. She worked here ...and I was her new boss.
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