Lahat ng Kabanata ng Club Red: Sin And Seduction : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

With all of my tools laid out, in place, and completely ready to go, I peek into his mouth. I can instantly see the problem tooth and lean in closer to look. As I move, his hand brushes against my thigh and heat races through my body, followed by a tingle of excitement. I inhale in a gasp and his gaze finally meets mine. I offer a smile, feeling embarrassed by my reaction to his touch. Surely he just accidentally touched me. Heck, maybe he didn’t even notice he’d brushed against me. I try to put the thought - and the heated sensation that follows the contact - out of my mind. Switching back to work mode, I peer around his mouth and spot the problem right away. “I can tell which tooth is bothering you.” I pull out the little dental inspection mirror, then gently touch the tooth with the back of the tool. He winces, his hands tapping the bed even though I had barely touched the tooth, which confirms my suspicions. The tingling warmth I felt at his touch still resonates through my bo

She nods in response, but that’s not good enough. “I want you to tell me what you want me to do to you.” I whisper the words in her ear and feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She lifts her chin as if into a battle position, but she grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it up over her head. Standing behind her, I see the absence of a bra strap across her back and know she isn't wearing one. The urge to pull her in close into a hug and touch her is almost overwhelming, but I manage to keep my hands to myself as she tucks her thumbs into the waistband of those maddening athletic pants. She takes a step back to get a better angle as she rocks her hips back and forth, working the skin-tight material down toward her knees. Much like on top, she's not wearing anything underneath this clothing, and my heart thumps hard as my body responds to her glory. The sexy curve of her ass, the perfect shape of her thighs, the flair of her hips... she’s perfection in every possible w

Turning the card over, I carefully tear the envelope and reach in to pull out the paper within. Scrolled on the front of the white card are the words Thank You in a black, minimalistic design I instantly love. Still unsure who might have sent the arrangement, I open up the card, hoping it holds all the answers. Inside is a tight, dark, heavy handwriting that instantly commands my attention. *Thank you for your attention and care. Cordially yours, Arson Black* “Who are they from?” Angie’s voice surprises me, and I lower the card as if I've been caught in the act. “The emergency appointment from yesterday.” Her eyebrows shoot up and the corners of her lips curve upward. “Arson? He seemed like a nice man.” She pretends to focus on something in front of her, turning side to side slightly in her swivel desk chair. “Cute too.” “Agreed.” Uncomfortable, I angle my body toward the front door. “Anyway, everything's done, so I'm about ready to head out. Do you need anything?” Angie sha

Rico comes and stands far too close for comfort and I cross my arms, watching him with an air of nonchalance. I don't really want to fight a friend, but I have a feeling I don't get a choice how this is going to happen. So with that in mind, I'm simply ready for whatever happens next. “What's going on here?” Hunter's voice doesn't even draw Rico's attention away from me. “None of your business.” Hunter shrugs his shoulders. “In my experience, when people say things like that it’s because they know they're in the wrong and they don't feel like explaining themselves. I get a feeling what's going on here.” But with those words spoken, Hunter leans against the bar. “Oh, shut the hell up, Hunter.” Rico seems annoyed more than angry. Hunter grins. “See, now I know that you know you're in the wrong. Otherwise, you'd love to explain to me why you're right in great detail, and that I’d stop listening to almost immediately.” He ends the words with a chuckle, and I know he’s attempting to

As the thoughts flow through my mind, he reaches out and brushes a lock of hair from my face. His gaze follows the motion of his hand, then ticks to my eyes before lowering to my lips. I can't help but wonder if he's thinking about kissing me. Of course, he's not - I’m behaving like some love-sick school girl. This isn't how relationships start, people don’t fall in love with the people who hit their cars. I want to open my mouth, mention the headphones, remind him why we're here before I say or do something to make a fool of myself. Before I can say anything, I hear a strange sound in another room. I glance toward the exam room, where the sound seemed to come from. “I take it that's not usually a sound you hear?” His body tenses as if suddenly on high alert. Some part of me wants to put him at ease. “The office isn't usually this quiet. Maybe I’ve just never noticed before.” I don't need this overly large, powerfully built guy stalking around my office looking for some imaginary