Page 17 of Forbidden Temptations

“Why would Scarlet want to sleep with Tommy Cox or that asshole Mike in legal? She’s a bird. They don’t spread their legs for their underlings. What could they do for her? I mean, she’s the big boss’s daughter. Why should she shag anyone in the firm? If she wants a promotion, or a pony, all she has to do is ask 'Daddy', and Walrus Face will give his little princess anything she wants.”

“Please, that is such misogynistic bullshit. A woman can be every bit as abusive as a man. Haven’t you read Disclosure?”

“I saw the film,” McClaine cut in, and then his features twisted with a leer. “And I tell you, that Demi Moore can suck my cock any day…“

Richard was only half listening to them. He had heard the stories, too. And like McClaine, usually dismissed them as idle office gossip.

Whatever else she might be, Scarlet was undoubtedly a very beautiful woman, and beautiful women in positions of power and authority attracted rumours the way a dog drew fleas. Often as not, they were just stories spread by jealous colleagues or bitter subordinates left in her wake- and Scarlet wasn’t short of those. Quite the reverse in fact, but she was also the daughter of the firm’s MD, Derick Holmes. The consequence for any employee caught besmirching her good name would be unpleasant, but after their encounter on Friday, Richard was no longer entirely convinced all the stories werejuststories, but he wasn't about to admit it.

There’d been a look in her eyes. A certain, predatory gleam...

“Okay, that’s enough,” Richard snapped. “Have either of you actually spoken to anyone who actually fucked her? Or heard a story that wasn’t from a guy who spoke to a guy?”

McClaine’s grin dropped. “No.”

“Well no,” Sing admitted, shoving the empty burger box into a desk drawer. “But Jasper Hawkins told me he once saw her going down on the girl from the mailroom.” He looked vindicated.

Until McClaine asked, “Umm, Davey-boy, remind me, what happened to Jasper Hawkins?”

Sing shrugged. “Walrus Face kicked him to the curb.”

“For?”

“Improper conduct.”

Richard barked a triumphant laugh. “Ha! Exactly, telling tales about his daughter. See, he was talking out of his arse and got canned for it. So, with that cleared up, can we get off this subject? I don’t fancy getting sued for libel.”

“Slander,” Sing corrected.

“What?”

“Libel’s written. You mean you don’t fancy getting sued for slander.”

Richard gave him the finger. “Oh, shut it Apu. I don’t give a damn. If you have to be so pedantic, why don’t you take a look at this,” he scooted back, making room for the pair. Sing and McClaine exchanged a look, then pushed back from their own desks and walked around to his. “I told Scarlet I’d get this report over to her this morning, but the numbers don’t add up. I don’t know. Is there something I’m not seeing?”

“So?” McClaine asked, coming up to peer over Richard’s shoulder. “You know the drill. If it doesn’t add up, just attach an advisory.”

Sing nodded in agreement. “That’s company policy.”

Hemmed in by the tight confines of the one-person cubicle, Richard felt the room growing noticeably stuffier. “I know, but something just doesn’t feel right.”

“Geez, Dick!” McClaine exclaimed, slapping a hand down on the desk. “Why are you making this so hard for yourself? You know the bitch has a major stick up her ass about this sort of thing. Just give her the report. It’s not your job anymore-”

“Mr Martin?”

The semi that had been slowly diminishing surged to renewed life as Richard’s heart leapt into his throat, his head snapping up. And then he was back there in that bedroom, naked, withherstretched out beneath him, his cock buried to the root in her lush, grasping heat. That sweet voice hot and panting in his ear.

“Ah… ahhh-oh my God-oh my God-oh my God… I can’t take it… it’s too much… too big!” she shrieked, her fingers clawing at the walls and eyes wide with pure ecstasy. “Oh yes… yes… don’t stop… I’m all yours Mr Martin… I've wanted your hard cock inside me for so long… you can fuck me whenever you want to… just don’t stop… don’t stop!”

Rebecca stood in the office doorway.

It was the first he’d seen of the girl since their tryst Friday night, and she looked amazing.

Her white button up blouse was smart and conservative, and while too short to reach her knees, that skirt would have to go a hell of a lot higher to offend any granny’s delicate sense of decency, or workplace dress code. Yes, there was nothing overtly sexual in her attire, but the thought of what she hid underneath- those lush full tits, her tight athletic build, made it all sexy as hell. And she was gorgeous, too. Her dark chestnut hair had been tied into its customary side braid and there was a little dusting of blusher to her checks, but it was her lips that caught his eyes first. There was a glossiness to them that immediately made him ache to kiss her, taste her…

She must have come straight from work; it was the only time she wore make-up.

“Hi Rebecca.” The words sounded feeble, but it was the best he could do on the spot. Though he’d known this moment would eventually come, he’d been so obsessed with what he’d tell Alice, he’d never actually thought about what to say to Rebecca. “What are you doing here?”

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