Page 45 of The Aries Alliance
“The plan, of course.”
“I’ve got you, Scar. I meant, Harriet. You’re not going to ever be alone in this organization again. We sealed the deal. Remember?”
I picked up my napkin and bit it, blushing at War’s blatant reminder of our unexpected weekend. His sexy voice was exactly what I needed to calm down.
“You still there?”
“Yeah. Check in with me at the end of the day.”
“You know I will, with your pretty self and big brain.”
“Sir, you are so charming.”
“Blame yourself. You pulled it from me.”
“Stop flirting and focus.”
“Okay.”
I grinned, knowing War wasn’t going to stop teasing me as long as we stayed on the phone.
“Let me get ready for work.”
“You do that, Scar.” I hung up, with War still chuckling on the phone.
Game On
Scarlettand I didn’t get together in person after our rendezvous but messaged each other over the next week. Although most of our messages clarified our strategy, I found ways to throw in flirty banter and hints of how much I enjoyed the nonwork side of her.
Scarlett always kept her messages short and to the point. Her guarded mannerisms kept me focused and on our alliance. I may have thought I was in control when I arrived at the cottage, but Scarlett was setting the pace of our relationship.
At random times during the workday, my mind wandered to how and what she was doing and how I could get back between her sweet legs as soon as possible.
The Thursday morning after our cottage affair, I texted her, as I always did, while I got ready for the day.
Me:
Good morning, Scar.
I grinned at the nickname I gave Scarlett when we chatted on the burner. Surprisingly, she responded quickly.
Scarlett:
Hello, Warrick.
I thought about what I wanted to text her as I recovered from an explicit dream last night where I took her from behind. I was already wearing my fresh-pressed gray, pinstripe suit, navy bow tie, and glasses. I gave myself a once-over to make sure the collar of my starched shirt covered Scarlett’s scratches on my neck. Since I could move quicker by calling than texting, I called Scarlett on the burner. She picked up on the first ring.
“Hello, Mr. Redmond. Are you ready for the day?”
Her chipper voice made me smile.
“Yes. I’m requesting the pleasure of your presence in my office today to address your behavior.”
“What behavior?”
Scarlett’s voice turned frigid.
“Your pretty round ass has been occupying my dreams without permission.”
