Page 2 of 14 Night Tryst

“Good morning, Emily.” I reply, taking the steaming cup of black americano she holds out to me as we walk through the bustling office. Various employees greet me as I walk by them in the corridor. I nod and smile back at them politely. “You have a meeting with Jacob Matthews in forty minutes.” Emily reads off her digital planner, which is cradled in her arms while she scurries beside me toward my office in her black, four-inch stiletto heels. “At ten forty-five you have your senior managers meeting. Oh, and Miss West from Glitz and Glam is here to see you, she’s currently waiting in the conference room.”

I halt and she almost crashes into me. Emily lifts her chocolate-colored eyes and gazes up at me surprised. Did I just hear her correctly? Did she just sayMiss Westis waiting for me?

“Miss West?” I repeat and Emily nods, her eyes shifting in the direction of the corridor. I follow her gaze and the coffee cup almost slips out of my fingers when I see Savi sitting prettily in the conference room, her eyes cast down, writing something in her notebook.Fuck.

“You don’t have an appointment booked with her. I told her you were busy all morn—”

“Cancel my meetings.” I tell her, my eyes fixed on Savannah. “And the next time Miss West visits you have her wait in my office, understand?” Emily blinks and a look of surprise flashes across her pretty features but she quickly nods once, shifting the planner in her arm. “Bring her to my office and please get her a skinny hazelnut latte with extra foam.”

“Yes, Mr. Peirce,” she answers swiftly, tucking a strand of her jet-black hair behind her ear as she turns and walks toward the conference room. Christ, my heart is jackhammering against my rib cage, half from excitement of seeing her and the other in fear of losing what little control I’m trying to hold onto.

Squaring my shoulders, I exhale a slow breath and walk toward my office. Setting my black leather briefcase on my desk I glance in the mirror and run a hand over my beard, smoothing it out as it’s grown longer than I usually keep it. I’ve been meaning to go and get it trimmed, but I’ve not had the motivation to actually go.

It didn’t really sink in how much I actually liked her till I saw her with Trent that night and red-hot jealousy suddenly flared up inside me, burning a deep hole in my gut. What sort of father am I that I had to fight off the overwhelming urge to sock my kid in the face over a girl?

That’s truly messed up, but in that moment it’s how I felt. My primal instincts kicked in and the urge to make it known that she’s mine—even though she really wasn’t— was overwhelming to say the least.

While I wait for Emily to send Savi in, I wander over to the ceiling to floor window of my office overlooking the San Diego skyline while my mind recalls our encounter in the study at April’s birthday.

“So, you no longer have any feelings for him?” I asked raspingly and she gazed up at me through her lashes. “Answer me, Savannah.”

“I don’t know.” She replied quietly and I winced against the sudden heaviness that settled in my chest, slowly pushing out the air from my lungs. I went to pull away, but Savannah curled her slender fingers in the lapels of my suit jacket, stopping me. “But… he’s not the one I’m thinking about right now.”

My eyes veered to hers and we stared intently at one another for a long moment. “No?”

Savannah shook her head and raked her teeth over her full bottom lip. “No. I think you know very well who I’ve got on my mind right now.” I swallowed thickly.

“Christ, stop, stop saying things like that to me, Savi. You’re not making this any easier for me.” I closed my eyes briefly and sucked in a slow breath to kerb the urge to dive in and kiss her, “Fucking hell, this is not how I had intended to end the night.” I admitted, opening my eyes to look at her again. Savannah’s honey-coloured eyes watched me raptly. “Right about now I should have had you spread out on your bed, sucking on your juicy cunt while I fuck you with my fingers dragging one slow orgasm out of you at a time.” I told her and Savannah’s breathing shallowed, her eyes slid shut, and a soft moan secreted past those soft lips that my cock readily responded to.

Savannah’s fingers tightened around the lapels she is holding onto, and she drew me closer till my body was flush up against hers and I did nothing to stop her. That magnetic force between us drew us together, our mouths inching closer. I kept my eyes on her lips which part for me, begging me to close the small gap and kiss her till she’s breathless.

Fuck me, this is such bullshit.

I’m so close I can taste her, the feel of her small, supple body melding against mine is doing things to me—things I’ve no business feeling and never felt with another woman before her.

The sweet, floral notes of her perfume dazzle every one of my senses and one bit at a time I can feel my perseverance waning. When I don’t close that all too small gap and kiss her, Savannah’s eyes slowly opened, she regarded me closely and shook her head slowly. “Don’t say it.”

My jaw clenched so tight it started to throb as I pressed my forehead to hers and close my eyes. The words I’m gearing myself up to say lodge themselves in my throat. “Wildfire, as tempted as I am, I can’t. It wouldn’t be right.” A look of sadness filled her gorgeous eyes, and it felt like a hot blade twisting in my chest. “Whether we like it or not, you were dating my son less than a week ago.” I explained, stopping to lick my lips, I continued. “I really wish the circumstances were different, but as things stand now, I can’t consciously betray my son like that.”

Savannah heaved a heavy sigh and I felt her nod and opened my eyes to meet her captivating gaze. “This really sucks.”

I nodded in agreement, my hands coming up I cupped her beautiful face, my thumbs stroked her jaw. “Maybe this is a blessing in disguise, this fling was going to end sooner or later, right?” Savannah’s eyes searched mine before they fleetingly lowered to my mouth.

“Right.” She replied inaudibly and lifted her gaze to mine again and wet her lips. We stared at one another for a long moment, the same thing on both our minds, I’m sure. Neither of us really willing to walk away from this thing between us—but we had no choice.

“You should go.” I told her, gesturing with my head to the door, but my eyes never left hers.

Savannah drew her lower lip between her teeth and nodded, “I should.”

Dammit, every fiber in my body wanted to hold onto her—I didn’t want to let her go. Sighing, I leaned in and brushed a lingering kiss to her forehead. Savannah’s hands fell from my jacket to rest on my chest while we stayed in that position, drawing out every bit of physical contact we have before we stepped away and were forced to adhere to the boundaries, “I would give anything to have one last taste of you, wildfire.” I murmured against her forehead and felt her sigh against me.

“So would I,” she replied longingly.

I drew back and stared down into her big hazel eyes gazing up at me wantonly. “Stop torturing me and go before Trent comes looking for you.” I said almost pleadingly and forced myself to take a step back, putting some space between us.

Savannah smiled, pushing off the door, she nodded. “I guess I’ll see you in a few days to discuss the trip?” I nodded wordlessly, stuffing my hands into my pockets to squash the urge to reach out and pull her to me again, because I’m already missing the feel of her against me. Savannah nodded, lowering her gaze and with a heavy heart I watched her step out of the room.

“Mr. Peirce?”

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