Chapter 4

When Scarlett entered the third floor, she found that Griffin's door was wide open. He had told her to meet him in an hour, and she was five minutes late. Was she supposed to enter?

Scarlett gathered courage by taking a deep breath. She then entered through the door and stepped into a luxurious bedroom. 

Her jaw slackened to the floor. The room was huge, with another set of stairs inside. Windows were lined up further ahead, but the curtains blocked the light.

The tiles on the floor were glossy white, and the couches inside were also white and clean. All the furniture seemed expensive, but there wasn't much personality behind the interior.

Scarlett didn't feel like someone lived inside this room. At least not someone with a personality. There were no photo frames or paintings that made sense. Only clean futuristic design.

"Do you like it?"

Her attention swept up and landed on Griffin, and Scarlett almost choked at the view. Griffin was toweling an insanely ripped chest while another blue towel was wrapped around his waist.

He was shredded, and Scarlett grew hot seeing the veins that snaked up his arms. She deemed it something that maybe came with age. Griffin was just below forty after all, but... He was hot.

"Scarlett?"

"YES?!"

A knowing grin crossed Griffin's lips, and Scarlett blushed. She had embarrassed herself again.

"I asked you a question," Griffin reminded her. "Do you like my room?"

Scarlett adjusted herself and fought her horny hormones. A smile glued itself to her lips. This is your boyfriend's dad, she reminded herself fiercely to stop her pussy from aching.

It did nothing to calm down her heat. 

"Well, I think it's nice, but..." Scarlett hesitated, unsure whether to tell the truth or keep it to herself.

Griffin arched a thick eyebrow. "But?"

"Uh..."

"You can be honest with me."

"Okay," Scarlett shut her eyes and sputtered. "I think it could use a little more personalization. It feels like a room belonging to a big corporation rather than someone's personal suite."

Silence fell. 

Scarlett knew it. She had said too much, and now Griffin must have taken offense to her honesty. Her chin lifted, and her eyes widened when she found Griffin smirking at her.

"How would you give it more personalization?"

"Uhh..."

His lips curled further. "I won't take offense. Be honest with me."

Scarlett wasn't sure why Griffin seemed so interested in her. It made it harder to speak, yet she did. "Well... There are no photographs, weird statues, or even any paintings on the walls. Instead, everything is clean, and to be honest, it's boring."

Amusement washed over Griffin's features, and he stepped closer with his head bent to hold her gaze. "Is that so?"

"Yeah... Your office needs more colors..." 

Scarlett sought Griffin's eyes and instantly regretted it when her heart flip-flopped. It was no secret she found Griffin attractive—he must have noticed it too from how she behaved in his presence.

"Alright," Griffin smiled. "What is your favorite color?"

Scarlett replied without thinking. "Brown."

Griffin's lips twitched. "Like the color of my eyes?"

What, what? Scarlett blushed. Did Griffin imply that she had given her answer based on his appearance? The audacity! Griffin was right, but Scarlett wasn't about to admit it! Not in this lifetime or the next. 

"Yeah, sure," Scarlett faked a smile regardless of her irritation, hoping to stay on Griffin's good side.  

By now, Griffin was grinning. "I have this theory that there is more to you than meets the eye."

Scarlett swallowed. "Oh yeah?"

"Judging by your everyday clothes, people might assume you're calm and collected with a stick up your ass."

Scarlett narrowed her gaze. "Are you calling me boring?"

Griffin inched closer, forcing her to crane her neck to keep her attention on his face. "That was my first impression," he tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her hair, smiling wolfishly. "But now I think a freak is hiding behind your proper mannerism."

Scarlett gaped. 

Griffin took the freedom to let his eyes roam over her body while she was distracted, lingering a long time on her chest. Eventually, he let his gaze slide between her legs. 

Scarlett's heart was beating out of rhythm. 

Griffin made no big deal about checking out the little blonde—in fact, checking her out seemed like the understatement of the year. It was more like Griffin wondered if he could throw Scarlett over his shoulder and kidnap her for his own.

"You have a lot of opinions..." Scarlett stated. Griffin was backing her up against the wall by simply stepping forward.

He smiled when her back touched the wall. "I do."

"It's annoying," Scarlett said with her heart beating out of her chest, tired of keeping up the charades. 

"Or perhaps you find me annoying because someone is finally paying attention to you?"

Her pussy throbbed at his words, and she inwardly groaned. Griffin was so too freaking hot—she would have to jerk off for so long tonight to get him out of her head.

Scarlett swallowed. "I like to keep to the shadows."

Griffin smirked. "Bullshit."

Suddenly, he dipped down and kissed the words from Scarlett's mouth.

What. The. Actual. Hell.

Shock seeped through Scarlett. She knew this was wrong. Her boyfriend's dad dominated her with his mouth, but there was no way to escape from him. 

Griffin pinned her to the wall with his muscular chest, and his thick, strong arms boxed her in while he shoved his tongue deeper inside her mouth. Scarlett ignited from his touch.

She had never been kissed like this. Griffin was intense, and every second felt important. But kissing him was wrong! He was Jake's fucking dad!

Scarlett pressed her palm to Griffin's chest and managed to break from his lips. She was breathless when Griffin leaned away to breathe warm air into her face. 

"We can't do this," Scarlett was panting. "It's wrong."

Humor took over Griffin's features, and he whispered into her ear. "And yet you like it."

Scarlett shuddered.

Griffin breathed a laugh before speaking. "Here is the deal, Scarlett. I will let you live inside my mansion for free with Jake. Anything you point at will be yours, angel, but..."

Scarlett hung on his every word and swallowed hard. She couldn't have sex with Griffin. But he was here, and he was fucking hot as hell, and his voice was turning her on more than she thought was possible.

"But what?" Scarlett dared to ask.

"You will become my plaything. My dirty little secret."

Her heart raced. "Excuse me?"

Griffin met her eyes. He wasn't joking around and asked. "Do you want my cock in your pussy or your ass?"