Club Red: Sin And Seduction

RicoSeeing Sandra here in Club Red might as well have been a dream come true.To say I’ve wanted her since she started working for me is a massive understatement; I wanted her the moment I laid eyes on her. And I’m not used to not getting what I want.She’s been working under me for over a year—long enough to prove she’s the best damn personal assistant I’ve ever had. Most don’t last a week, but Sandra stuck it out through my stormy moments, my cold spells, and every ruthless, savage step I’ve taken to ensure I come out on top.I own Club Red, but Vital Tech is my lifeblood. She’s my lifeline there, her finger on the pulse, disarming clients, putting investors at ease, roping in grown men with a smile.I don’t care that she works for me. PR nightmares? Irrelevant. Losing my position? Laughable. Money talks, and I use every asset to get what I want.And I want Sandra.But nothing has worked. Not yet.Now, she trembles in my arms, her scent thick with heat and arousal. She’s hot, ready

SandraI just stand there against the wall he’d pinned me against, breathing heavy and well aware that my boss and I just came a fraction of a second from undoing everything I’ve worked so hard for.I came into the club today with a purpose and almost left without my virginity.Thankfully, he's all business now, pacing the floor like an angry tiger, his expression telling me he’s trying to decide what to do next. I don't blame him. The Clarke contract is a big one; the company would definitely feel him leaving, and given the good will and kind gestures that Rico has given the man... I don’t doubt he’s going to be salty over this break up.Still, I'm embarrassed by my behavior and by how close we came to doing the unthinkable. The longer I stand here in the overwhelming and somehow growing silence, the more uncomfortable I get. Surely Rico thinks I'm an idiot and an easy woman. I already know that’s the kind of women he surrounds himself with. What if I'm just one more challenge for h

SandraRico places me delicately in the passenger seat of his car.Having him this close is almost torture; I can smell the thick scent of his cologne and feel the hard plains of his well-maintained body.I never thought I'd be in a situation where I'd be locked in a car with my boss after having watched him beat down a man for his intentions. I'm not upset. I can't say that I don't think he did the right thing, but I do think he took it too far. He could have stopped well before he did, and he chose not to. He wanted to hurt that man.His gaze meets mine as he grabs the seat belt and pulls it across my lap and shoulder, plugging it in with a click before pulling away. The odd intimacy of the gesture makes me shiver, and I tuck my legs in as he closes the car door behind me.I don't think my seat belt has ever been fastened by another adult in my entire grown-up life. It's a strange trigger for the sudden warmth gathering low in my core, and I try to ignore the feeling and what it mig

Sandra He takes the hint and leaves the room. I hear it click behind him and breathe for the first time in what feels like hours. I immediately walk into the bathroom, mumbling to myself about how much I want to sleep with him while reminding myself that I'm not that kind of woman.In the bathroom, I look around for any evidence of cameras, certain that a sex club would absolutely have viewing, even in private rooms. I catch sight of a tiny pinhole opening, probably a spot for a screw for hardware or something like that, but my brain tells me that that's a camera and that there is no chance that Rico isn't watching me in here.And with that thought top of mind, I do a little striptease, pulling my clothes off and setting them on the rich marble countertop. One thing is for sure, Rico spent a lot of money to make this place luxurious. With my clothes off and the warm air assaulting my skin, I feel my nipples tighten and my body begs for release.I open the glass shower doors and turn

Rico And as we both know from previous experience, mixing business and pleasure doesn't work. Ever. That's part of what makes this whole situation so tricky; I also want Sandra, but I know that if anything happens between us, I've got no one to blame but myself when she walks out that door.Hunter shrugs his shoulders and turns to walk away. I want to breathe a sigh of relief, but I know better. I may have won this battle, but the war is yet to be fought.And to add gasoline to the fire, I know that Hunter is not familiar with the word no. I have no doubt that this is only the beginning and that he’ll be back with a plan. I’ll have to be ready to do whatever it takes to stop him and protect her.So for now, I grab a plush, oversized chair and pull it in front of her door. I settle into my spot for the night, trying to get comfortable and well aware that I need to be ready for anything. Thankfully, the only people who use the side passages like this are the people I know. Other billio