Page 7 of Together We Burn
Stopping in front of me, she placed her hands on my legs and pushed them apart, allowing her to stand between them. Slowly, she dropped to her knees with a sultry smirk on her matte red lips, and slid her hands up my thighs. My back stiffened, and I tensed when it became apparent that I had not been summoned here for business.
“Emmy,” I warned, hating how her eyes flared as I said her name. I gripped the side of the chair with white knuckled force as she bit her lower lip and shuffled closer. Her green eyes dropped to my crotch and then back to my face as heat flooded her gaze at the unfortunate bulge between my legs.
The motion of her sliding her hands upward had the material of my pant legs bunching up to give the impression that I was as aroused as she was by the prospect of having her mouth wrapped around my cock. I, however, was not turned on in the slightest. I would rather cut off my dick and ram it down my throat than down hers.
The only woman I wanted to see have her pretty pink lips wrapped around my dick as she smeared lipstick over my shaft was Stevie. She was the only one I wanted to watch, taking me down her throat as I gripped her hair tight in my fist until she gagged and her eyes watered.
I should have let her do it when I had the chance.
A groan lodged in my throat as I looked down at the top of Emilia’s black hair, imagining it was Stevie. My fingers itched to thread themselves into the long locks so similar to her daughter’s, but as Emila’s hands continued to move to the top of my pants and toy with my belt, the fantasy was broken. I grabbed her wrists, holding her still.
She pouted.
“Jacob, I only want to show you my appreciation,” she whined as she sat back on her heels and gave me a look that made me want to curl my lip in disgust. I leaned forward and gently took her chin between my forefinger and thumb.
“Thank you,” I said, tilting her face up to look into my eyes. “While I would love nothing more, I wouldn’t want to smudge that pretty mouth of yours.” The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. “Besides, I have things to do, places to be.”
“Ah yes, that little company of yours.” She huffed in annoyance as she stood up and pulled her ruffled dress down her legs. My teeth ground together at her calling my multibillion-dollar company “little,” wanting to highlight the anaesthetics or analgesics used during and after her boob job probably contained active ingredients manufactured by my team. But I kept that to myself.
A buzz from her intercom echoed, and the high-pitched voice of her assistant sounded.
“Ms. Matthews? Mr. Martinez is here for his one o’clock meeting.”
“I guess we will have to take a rain check,” Emilia said, leaning over her desk to reply, but not without glancing over her shoulder and shooting me a wink. “Thank you, Dee. I’ll be right out.”
I stood and refastened my suit jacket, my lips drawing into a tight smile when Emilia turned and linked her arm in mine. We walked toward her office door, her hips swaying with every step. She grabbed the handle and began to open the door, but closed it and pressed her body to mine. Reaching up, she hooked an arm around my neck and pulled my head down for her to whisper in my ear. Her perfume was unbearable at this proximity, filling the space with its solid floral tones.
“I understand what you were saying before, Jacob,” she whispered, her lips ghosting the edge of my ear, and I just knew her red lipstick would have smudged on my skin. My jaw clenched again as she played with the hair at the nape of my neck. “While it would have been unfortunate for me to lose another child, Stefany has proven to be a thorn in my side for too long. And now, with herescape, we will have to change tactics, since she knows whose side you’re really on.”
She moved away and dragged her hand down my chest, her gaze bouncing from my eyes to my mouth. Leaning in, she lightly touched her lips to mine.
“Goodbye, Mr. Weston.” She opened the door and stood to the side. “I’ll be in touch.”
Nodding, I walked out of her office and into the hallway. I could hear the door close with a quiet click, and finally, I let my body relax.
Bringing my hand up to my ear, I rubbed along where Emilia’s lips had been and pulled my hand away to see my fingers stained red. I snarled as I yanked a handkerchief from my pocket and cleaned the colour away.
Emilia had upped her seduction game since she first kissed me in front of Stevie. I was completely shocked when she did it that I didn’t have time to react. Not that I could do anything, since I was there as Emilia’s pawn to hurt Stevie, but the look in her blue eyes as she watched on in disgust, screamed betrayal.
A look I could not get out of my head at night and one I hated that I’d put there.
Chapter three
Jake
EmiliaturnsfromStevieand gives me the nod. The signal I hoped wouldn’t come, but now that she had given it, there was nothing I could do but obey. Emilia was unhinged. I guess that’s where Stefany got that trait from. But unlike her daughter, Emilia’s crazy isn’t cute.
Stefany’s eyes widen, and her breathing quickens as I walk to stand in front of her. She’s an expert at keeping her emotions locked down where no one could see them, and while Emilia might not be able to see what’s running through her head, I can. In the brilliant depths of her blue eyes shines a ferocity that I have grown to love, a fire that I wanted to keep alight, and a flicker of something Stevie barely ever felt.
Fear.
Channelling my inner CEO, I shut down all emotions behind what I am about to do. This is justbusiness.Another day in the office. Don’t think, just do. I fist my hand and crash it into her ribs, on the side I know are battered and bruised and would surely crack upon impact. Her eyes slam shut, and an involuntary whimper escapes from her lips that she’s pulled between her teeth to stop her from crying out.
Regret is instant.
Darkness had filled my apartment when I got home. Stepping out of the elevator, I untied my tie to let it hang loosely around my neck and dumped my briefcase by the door. My footsteps halted when I reached the end of the hallway, which opened to the living room.
Silence surrounded me; nothing seemed untoward at first glance, but the room was filled with an electrical buzz. The same charge you could almost touch when a storm was on the horizon.
