Red

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jacob

It took everything I had not to kiss her. I wasn't expecting her to enter my office after the other day, but as soon as she did the blood rushed south. Her hair fell in waves around her shoulders, shimmering in the sunlight, stroking her sexy collar bones. I was jealous of a few red strands. I wanted my lips touching where they fell, tickling her skin. Her lips were stained in the usual deep red, and her cheeks were rosy pink. She always looked so beautiful.

I didn't mean to be so confusing, but I knew she'd pick up on my comment about staying late. I said it on purpose, so hopefully in a few minutes she turns up when her father leaves. I just want one kiss. And a chance to apologise properly. I really didn't mean to insult her, it was the last thing I intended to do.

As I finished typing an email to one of my clients, the door knocked. The same knock she used earlier. I'd remember it anywhere. I instantly went stiff, everywhere.

"Come in" I even sounded nervous.

It took a while but eventually the door slowly opened, revealing a nervous Rhiannon.

"Hi" she spoke softly, quiet, compared to her usual loud and confident voice. It was cute, but sexy. I imagined her speaking in the same tone as she whispered all the dirty things she wanted me to do to her.

Realising I was staring at her, imagining such things without saying a word, I coughed and stood. Only I didn't think about the hard on I was sporting, and how visible it must of been, until I saw her gasp and bite her lip. Her eyes darkened and she slowly stepped back to close the door, turning the lock while still maintaining eye contact with me.

Eventually, she walked closer. A sultry, sway in each step. She'd tied her hair up through the day, and was now pulling the tie out her hair. She shook her head as she let her natural curls bounce around her face and neck, relaxing on her shoulders. I hadn't moved from behind my desk, I was too busy admiring how beautiful she looked while trying to understand her actions. Deep down, I knew what her intentions were.

"You know, it took me a few minutes to realise that you told me you were staying late for a specific reason."

She rounded the desk, biting her bottom lip again.

"Quite the clever man aren't you" it was more of a statement than a question.

She started pulling on my tie, using the other hand to stroke down my chest. She used her nails as she did so, the slight pain building my arousal.

"Your dad-"

"He's left. So has everyone else" she smirked, then slowly leaned in until her head was in the crook of my neck. I was loving every minute of it, but I knew I shouldn't continue it. It would be the worst thing I could do.

Only I didn't have the balls to tell her stop. As soon as her red lips touched my neck, I was gone. And she used it to her advantage. She pushed me down onto my chair, perching herself on the edge of the desk in front of me. She looked exquisite, sexy, as she watched me from where she sat.

After a few minutes she spread her legs, not revealing too much, but revealing enough that I could see the sexy, lace, black panties and suspender belt attached to her stockings. She wore them on purpose, and I didn't have to ask to know she wore them because of me. And here I thought she was pissed at me.

"I've wanted you since I've saw you." She said, low and husky, as she placed her black stiletto on my thigh and rubbed upward towards my hard cock. The slight touch sent an ache through me, I wanted her hands and mouth all over me. I released a groan I tried to suppress but had failed. She smiled in response.