Red

CHAPTER FOUR

Jacob

Fuck. Me.

I was due to enter Mr Red's office with a raging hard on, beads of sweat on my head, and frustration laced through my body.

That sexy little demon had purposely entered my room without knocking, and turned my emotions upside down. I should be mad at her for doing what she's done to me, but I can't. I can't because the fresh smell of coconuts, mixed with a hint of chocolate, has swarmed through my nostrils and took over my entire body. I'll never smell again. Everything will smell like this. Like her.

I wondered why today she might have a hint of chocolate to her scent, and begun imagining spreading melting chocolate across her tits and taking my time to lick it all off. I was a dirty little fucker, and I was even dirtier when it came to her. I just wanted one taste. Especially when I had full view of her chest and swollen nipples as she bent over my desk.

I tried to take a deep breath, shut my eyes, and imagine something other than Red.

The dominant shout that came from behind me jumped me straight out of my miniature yoga session on the brain, and made me almost trip backwards. Mr Red was standing behind me looking as pissed as ever with a never ending scowl sitting on his face. Fuck.

"Care to explain why I sent my daughter to come get you over ten minutes ago, and you are still not in my office? You're not even close to my door."

Shit.

There was no way of explaining without stuttering and most likely ending up having to confess, leading me to losing my job.

I went to open my mouth to give an excuse when she beat me to it.

"It was my fault."

He turned around to look at Rhiannon and narrowed his eyes while looking between us.

"I went to the bathroom first, father" she smiled, squeezing his shoulder. "I'm sorry"

I thought he was about to call bullshit, fire me there and then, and have me removed from the building instantly. Instead, his expression changed in one swift motion, smiling excessively at his daughter before leading me into his office.

My heart was still hammering in my chest, and I was one hundred percent erection free after that. It had most likely shrivelled up in fear. I know for a fact I almost did.

The rest of the day I tried not to think about Red. My mind was already fogged with dirty images associated with her, I needed to stop. I'd never thought this hard about a woman before, and quite frankly it was scaring me. Frightening me. She was just a sexual object in my eyes, so why did my mind feel the need to conjure up so many images, and my body make me itch for her.

My thoughts were halted when my mobile buzzed through my trousers pocket.

"Daniel?"

Another close friend of mine, and another lawyer, was just like me. He didn't do girlfriends, he didn't do love, and he definitely didn't do any kind of commitment. Even at work he struggled.

"Me, you, indigo. Saturday night."

"Maybe" I rolled my eyes at his enthusiasm to visit New York's top strip club.

"Maybe? No. We're going. Remember that sweet blonde I had tucked up in my bed last week?-"

I remembered, and she was sweet. Too sweet. She didn't seem the one night stand type, and I wasn't liking the way this conversation was going either.