Page 7 of A Little Red
“Is that what you want?” he asked, trying to keep emotions out of his voice.
She opened her mouth and he nearly laughed. Her entire body said more clearly than any words that it was not what she wanted. “Yes,” she lied, bringing her chin up, trying to look firm. It was an utter failure.
“Whatever you want,” he said.
“All right,” she said, with a nod.
He set the glass in the sink and came around the counter to her. He took the dress from her hand and dropped it on the floor. “But it’s only Saturday, so for now we do what I want.”
“Yes, Wolf,” she said.
Episode 5
Monday
Scarlet
Scarlet put her hand to her chest, trying to still the nervous flutter of butterflies that swirled across her entire body. She had made it through half of Monday without being alone with Liam. He had driven her back to her apartment after midnight the previous night and she had slept fitfully until the cold fall sunlight had crept through window.
She’d ended up going for a run before work, wanting desperately for the fresh air to clear her head. Instead, she had come home more confused than ever. It wasn’t like she’d never had sex before. She’d had three boyfriends. And she’d had two whole drunken hookups upon arriving in the city. But those had made her feel gunky and gross. She’d moved to the city to concentrate on her career, not on boys or living the magical lifestyle ofFriends. Not that her career was going especially well. She had graduated with honors from a well-respected MBA program and arrived in the city only to discover that the rent was due and that everyone had an MBA. So she’d swallowed her pride, dumbed down her resume, and taken a job as a secretary. So far it had worked out in her favor. In the two months that she’d been working at Fosters Financial she’d heard about three positions before they hit the job boards. She’d had one call back and one interview. Neither had been quite right, but she was certain that she could get a non-secretarial job soon.
And then she could date Liam.
Scarlet groaned and tried to resist the urge to bang her head on her desk. Liam was not the goal. A career was the goal. Changing the world was the goal. And also making her family eat their words a little. She was tired of being treated like she was naïve and delusional for her career choice. If she told her sister that she was dating someone in the financial industry, Azure would call her a total sell out. It was bad enough her family already thought it, but if she came home with a big city boyfriend they would say it out loud. And besides, when she’d said their fling, or whatever it had been, was only for the weekend, Liam hadn’t objected even a little bit. So really, this was going nowhere and she needed to pull herself together.
Of course, neither of them had done very much talking over the weekend. Liam Grayson probably screwed every secretary that crossed his path. He was very good at it. He’d obviously had lots of practice. And this morning at all the meetings he’d barely even looked at her. So… clearly limiting it to the weekend had been the right decision. She would just have to hold her head high, do the job, and hope that the latest resume she’d turned in would be her ticket out of here.
Scarlet took a deep breath, smoothed her skirt and took the reports she’d completed into Liam’s office. She could hear him down the hall talking to Brett Hubbard. Liam’s voice had a distinctive bass note that she could always identify, even from the hallway. She started to layout the reports and her notepad on his desk, mentally rehearsing her talking points.
“I finished the Hearseman comparison,” she said, not looking up when he came in.
“That’s good,” he said shutting the door. She tried to ignore the wonderful closeness to him as he crossed the room to her.
“I wasn’t sure if—”
She cut off with a little gasp as he ran his tongue over her neck.
“Wolf,” she quavered as he nibbled her ear. His hands were working her skirt up and soon they were on the bare flesh of her thighs. His fingers ran over the lace of her panties. She moaned and nestled against him, rubbing her ass against his cock. One hand continued to caress her through her panties while the other went to her throat, turning her head so that he could capture her mouth with his.
“Wolf,” she tried to separate herself from him, but only managed to move her mouth. He had her pinned against the desk. “Wolf, we said the weekend.” Her voice ended on a squeak as his fingers slid beneath the edge of her panties.
“Yes,” he murmured, “but I lied.”
He was stroking her clit with firm fingers and she was so wet she knew he could tell she wanted him.
“We can’t,” she gasped, wriggling against him. She could feel his hard cock pressing up against her and she longed to have it inside her.
“Yes, we can.” He didn’t sound worried or argumentative. In fact, he sounded as calm as if he were talking about the weather.
Abruptly, he withdrew his hand and Scarlet heard herself make a little yip of protest. He spun her around and pushed her onto the desk. Before she had even registered what he was doing, he had peeled off her panties and dropped them on the floor. His hand went back to her pussy and this time he slid two fingers inside her while his thumb rubbed her swollen clit. He ran nuzzling, hot kisses along her neck. She clung to the edge of the desk as her legs spread involuntarily for him.
“We’re going to get caught,” she moaned, arching as he stroked her just right.
He moved up to her mouth, kissing her fiercely, but then pulled away and cocked his head at the door.
“Oh. Yeah. Actually we are. Brett’s on his way in.”
He grabbed her by the hips and set her back on her feet, pushing her skirt down.
