The Devil's Son *DISCONTINUED*

CINCI

  "What the f*ck were you thinking?" Andy's face was red, like he was slapped across the face with a fury unlike any she'd ever seen. They were in a dark red room down the hall from his office. Four disgruntled men in stuffy suits and displeased expressions were waiting for him to return. God, she felt like an idiot. Her cheeks burned as she shrunk into herself. He was furious. What could she possibly say? Should she try and explain what she assumed happened? It didn't seem he would listen if she did try. She hung her head and stayed quiet.

"I'm going to go back in there and try to fix the damage you made, though I don't see how. These men are the key to our artists' success, and if they back out..." Sighing, Andy left the sentence unfinished and ran his fingers through his hair. Effie watched the movement, caught off guard by the intense feeling it brought her. She remembered where those hands had been.

Their eyes locked, and Effie instantly felt the air thicken with sexual tension. The look in his eyes said he knew exactly what was on her mind –  he felt the same static in the air.

"If I didn't have to go back there, trust me I would take you against the wall right now," he paused, Effie was sure her face hid none of the surprise and want she felt. How could he affect her like this? "Don't look at me like that. It wouldn't be anything sweet and cute. It's a punishment, and it would feel like it – make no mistake about that."

Effie looked at him, both scared and excited at the idea of him being rough her her. She couldn't look away from the strange, new look Andy had. It was mesmorizing the way his eyebrows narrowed and the blue of his eyes darkened. Every little detail changed ever so slightly.

"I'll be back to deal with you. Stay here." Without another word, Andy left - slamming the door behind him. Instantly, Effie fell into one of the red chairs. She was exhausted by the intensity of his anger. What the hell was she doing? There was so much wrong with this. She couldn't even begin to list all of the reasons this shouldn't be happening. Her parents taught her better than this! Here she was, having slept with her boss during a night of alcohol and bad decisions, and now she couldn't look at him without feeling her skin prickle – wanting the touch she couldn't forget. There was still a warmth between her legs, and her thighs began to ache again, reminding her that not eight hours prior he had been between them – pushing her to that wonderful edge she now craved.

Effie shook her head. She had to stop thinking like that! It was so inappropriate. Was he like this with all his new female artists? That brought about a thought that Effie hadn't noticed before. Black Records has always taken on groups – there was once a few solo artists, but they were all male. Andy had never worked with any female artists before. It was odd to think that she was the first – especially with how he treated her. Their relationship was not normal. Was it he didn't bring girls in on purpose? If so, why not? If so...why her?

Voices were heard from out in the hallway, and Effie peaked through the door's small window. Andy shook hands with the suits, and waved a bit as they left. She watched as Andy spoke quietly to Sam before heading back to the room she occupied.

Quickly, she moved back to the red chair and had only just sat when the door opened. His blue eyes met with hers and she couldn't look away. No attention was paid to her surroundings. She heard the click of the door behind him and felt the static between them as he took slow steps towards her. All she wanted was for him to touch her – to feel his lips bruising her own.