All Chapters of Club Red: Sin And Seduction : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

She shudders slightly, a sigh leaving her lips. “I want you to do all those things.”As she whispers the words, I feel my body tighten up, ready to give her exactly what she asks for, until she speaks up again.“But we both know we can't do that. Your ex-wife is my friend. I currently work for you. And you're just not my type.” Even the gentleness and her tone doesn't take the sting out of her words. I've never considered myself not her type before, but I guess it makes sense.“Keep telling me the reasons why we shouldn't and you're just going to make me want you even more. What's forbidden is extra delicious.” Of course, I'm not saying the words with any intent to pressure her, I'm more just continuing to speak because she asked me not to stop. But at my words she lifts her head and stares into my eyes.“You are absolutely terrible and totally right. But I think it would be best if we stayed strong and stuck to our convictions.”I'm not about to let her put this on me. “You mean that

My control dissolves. I kiss him, the move desperate, hungry, intense as the adrenaline in my blood mingles with the fear I’ve felt. I feel him start to pull away, but I hold him closer. “Don’t go,” I whisper against his lips and he hesitates. A moment later, his control seems to snap and his lips press tighter to mine. I feel him pull me closer, squeezing me so tightly it's hard to breathe, and his hand wraps up in my hair, pulling with just enough force to have my heart pounding and my body wanting more. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, little one.” He whispers the words in the space between us and I feel my body start to melt. I'd slapped my ex. I'd refused to let him make me a victim again. I'd stood against him. All of those thoughts leave me feeling almost giddy and make me wonder if I need more therapy. But still that sense of power thrums in my veins and leaves me hungry for more. This isn't Troy deciding for us that we're going to sleep together. This is me deciding that

She doesn't so much as pause while pulling her skirt up over her hips. “There's nothing you can say that I want to hear.” There is strength behind her words, but also a hint that she’s been broken all over again. “I'm so embarrassed. I knew from the start I shouldn't have done anything with you, and you just proved me right. I should have listened to my gut.” She almost sounds angry at herself and I watch her move around the room, feeling completely hopeless to fix this situation that I caused. “You might have cost me my friendships, my dignity, my integrity, hell, maybe even jobs. Because once this gets out, it's going to look so bad that I slept with a client.” I can hear her fuming as she pulls her shirt on. With quick fingers, she fixes her hair, then stops to glare at me. “I don't ever want to see you again. I'll finish out your office because I agreed to and you're paying for it. But after that, I don't ever want to see your face. Don't call me, don't contact me. I don't want

“Thank you for telling me the truth.” My throat chokes up and I know there's no way I'll be able to keep talking, so I hang up the phone instead. I feel completely lost inside I smile at a woman as she walks two cute, trotting Pomeranians past on the concrete path. Their tongues hang out and their tails dance back and forth as they move, and I’d swear they’re smiling. The owner smiles back at me as she moves on by. It feels like the whole world is moving while I'm just standing still. Did everybody know about this? Am I the last person to find out about the bet that was all about getting me in bed? I have to wonder if this is the reason why Hunter and Konan kept asking me out. Were they part of this? Did they know about the bet the whole time? Were they just trying to sleep with me to win money too? Unable to handle the emotions coursing through my veins, I get up and head for home, hating myself, hating the humiliation I feel, hating that I’ve been played for a fool. I should hav

“I was telling the truth. I'm here because you haven't been to the work site and I'm a bit worried about you. You're also not answering your phone.” Her expression relaxes and she takes a deep breath before slowly releasing it. “Sorry, I'm just wound up pretty tight.” “You have nothing to apologize for.” I'm not here to make her feel bad. I really am here because I'm genuinely worried about her. “I do want to thank you. It's lucky that you showed up when you did because I was worried he was about to start escalating his behavior.” As she says the words, her shoulders lower slightly, and she walks over toward a white kitchen table and sits down in a chair. I love how bright and airy and well-lit her space is, and I realize that our tastes are very, very similar. I follow her over and take a seat across the table from her, carefully keeping a firm distance between us so that there is no chance for contact. “I’m glad to help. Now, how are you doing?” I know it's a loaded question, a