Semua Bab Club Red: Sin And Seduction : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Rico “Let's go.” We've never come to work together or at the same time. So, typically, she takes the employee elevator up, but since she's here with me, I might as well make her life a bit easier.She hurries my direction, her shoes tapping lightly as she rushes to my side, and I touch the elevator button. “Thank you for putting out clothing for me.”I'd had someone deliver an outfit her size to me the previous night before I’d dozed off - or maybe it was after, who’s keeping track? - knowing she’d be mortified to come in wearing the same clothing she did yesterday. Of course, I'd been operating under the assumption that I could come into work and use my own private bathroom, but she doesn't have clothes there.As if her mind is stuck in the same thought process as mine, she says, “If this happens too often, I might have to ask for a sliver of your closet to keep some clothing.”I can tell she means the words as a joke, but I respond seriously. “That would be fine with me. I have a s

Sandra “Thank you for this, but it's too much.” I feel a bit guilty for all this fuss. All I did was my job, which I earn a more than fair paycheck for, so everything else seems like too much. When he said party, I thought we would just get together, maybe eat some snacks or have a drink and relax. Not that he would dress me up like a Princess with jewels to match.His gaze meets mine narrowing, and I find myself wishing I hadn't said anything. “That's where you and I differ. You saved me more money with Clarke than the jewels, the pampering, and having the white room to ourselves for the week would cost.” He runs his hands from my neck down my shoulders, the backs of his fingers brushing my skin so lightly that goosebumps begin to break out across every inch of exposed flesh.His voice lowers to a near whisperer as he continues speaking. “Which is also why I'll be sending you home with a huge bonus.”My heart leaps in my chest, and I can't help but wonder what kind of bonus he means

RicoI lean back in my chair, thinking about how much I want her. Surely I must be losing my mind. Not only do I want her help with my business, I want her in my bed. I'm not an idiot. I know that mixing business and pleasure is a recipe for disaster. But there's something so tempting and tantalizing about Sandra that I'm not sure how to hold back, either. One thing is for sure, I'm going to have to come up with a fix for all of this sooner rather than later.Maybe I’d feel better if I released some of this tension I'm holding on to. I close my eyes and think about Sandra in the shower, the little show she'd put on as if hoping I was watching her. I think about her face as she came, the excitement in her eyes, the thrill she felt in that moment.All of these thoughts have my body fully revved up and ready to go. Unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, I take myself out, still thinking about her, her lips, her eyes, that flirty way she’d looked at me...With a groan, I wrap my fingers arou

SandraWould we be best friends or enemies? I can’t help but think we’d be the best of friends, that we’d have stayed up late into the night sharing secrets, that we’d have been inseparable, sharing clothes, music, and whispered secrets about boys. I find those thoughts a lot more comforting than the worry that we’d have hated one another. I'd rather the bittersweet feeling of loss than to feel comfortable in thinking that I haven't lost anything at all.Thoughts of my sister invade my mind often, and I’m ashamed that I try to drown them out with work, worry, and day-to-day tasks. It's not that I don't want to think about her. Instead, it hurts when I do. My sister Deanna was born with a congenital heart defect. From day one, my parents knew she was on borrowed time. They enjoyed ten beautiful years with her before she passed away, but I only had five years with her, and I sadly don’t remember much about her. I have scattered memories of my mother telling me about her, sharing picture

RicoI see her knuckles go white as she grips the edge of Sandra’s desk. “You need to forgive me; otherwise, the past will eat at you forever. Besides, I made you strong.”I let out a tense chuckle. “No, you broke me. I made myself strong. Strong enough to survive you, no matter what you did to me. And now you’ll die alone among strangers who don’t actually know what you are. Get out of my life and don’t come back - you’re not welcome here.” With that, I glance past her at the two security guys waiting.“I’ll go. You don’t need to have your goons throw out a frail old woman, Rico. I’m your mother, not your enemy.” She waves both hands at me as if I’m the one victimizing her and walks toward the door. I see the security guys blink, but they know I don’t bring them into anything without damn good reason.It’s cute she considers herself my mother and not my enemy - I consider her neither. She’s nothing to me, and she hasn’t been for a long damn time. Even now, the place within me that sh