“I don’t think as a teenage pregnant mum I’d be the best role model.”
Richard reached out and caught her hand bringing her in close to him. Her heady scent of cinnamon invaded his nostrils. She smelt like a spicy ripe peach.
“Opal is having a few problems at school. She’s sixteen and thinks she needs to diet. Her friends are calling her fat among other things.” Richard opened up. He never talked about his sister with anyone, not at work anyway.
“She’s adorable, and soon she’ll see how gorgeous she is.” Scarlet made to move out of his touch, and he stopped her by keeping a firm grip on her hand. “Why won’t you let me go?” she asked.
“I don’t want to,” he said honestly.
“I’ve got to collect Harry,” she whispered. He noticed her eyes droop, and she tilted her head back to look at him. She appeared confused as if her reaction was natural and not forced. For so long the women in his life were fake. Fake tits, fake laugh and fake responses.
Scarlet epitomised all things natural and earthy.
“You can grab him in a second. I just don’t want to let you go.” Richard felt the pull in the pit of his stomach. Her beautiful hair was tied up in a ponytail. He hated it and wanted to see the long blond strands flowing down her back.
He grasped the band and pulled it out of her hair. She winced from the pain of his rushed tug, but she didn’t pull away.
The layers of blond hair cascaded and tumbled around her face.
“You’re f**king gorgeous,” he growled. Richard couldn’t help himself. Scarlet was a drug in his veins. When he started tasting, he’d always want more.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Having you.” Not allowing her to respond he slammed his lips down on hers. He pulled her roughly against his body, the need for full body contact a hunger he could no longer deny.
Her small hands wrapped around him, and in the process he unbuttoned her jacket and thumbed those hard ni**les.
Through the fabric of her blouse and bra he felt the full round tips pucker for his touch. He wanted to get his lips on them, to be sucking them. He pulled her roughly, moving a hand behind her head to hold her in place as he kissed her mouth. Richard feasted at her lips.
They were heaving and gasping, and Richard pulled away when he heard a noise in the distance.
He had to remember where he was. Work wasn’t the place for a seduction.
Scarlet jumped back from him and looked around her. Her hands were shaking, and when she saw her jacket undone she began to button it up. He saw the erect points of both buds. Each of her moves was erratic and jerky. Such a shame for her to hide such beauty behind those clothes. If it was just the two of them, he’d have her walking round the office all day naked.
Richard stared at Scarlet, at her huge tits heaved over her tight blouse. The jacket she wore buttoned up emphasised her small waist and full rounded hips. Her ass was thick, and he wanted to peel back the skirt and smack it, kiss it.
The pent-up lust was doubling him over. He walked behind his desk and sat down. The boner he sported would not do any good in their working environment.
“I’m sorry for kissing you,” he said, even though the words were a lie.
“Can we just forget it and move on? I don’t want to think about what happened.” Her hand wiped over those red swollen lips. Richard wondered what they would feel like wrapped around his cock. His thoughts were becoming too f**king explicit.
“If that’s all, I think you should leave,” he said to her in a harsh tone. Scarlet went bright red as the blush spread through her, and she left his office, closing the door on her way out. He watched as she picked up her son and left. She didn’t bother to glance back at him.
In the privacy of his office, he lost his temper. The computer and all of his files fell to the floor when he swiped a hand over the desk. “Fucking useless,” he yelled.
He didn’t want to forget about it. The kiss had started up a chain reaction within him. Scarlet was going to be his, and he knew exactly what to do to achieve it.
“Someone come and clean this mess up,” he shouted.
Richard placed his briefcase back on his desk and stared at the contract. His father had warned him to never let anything go and to always use the resources at his disposal. By the end of tomorrow Scarlet was going to be his.
Chapter Three
Scarlet put Harry to bed as soon as he finished his tea. At four years old he’d be going to school next September. She had several months to wait until that time.
Would Richard have kissed her if he didn’t know about her being a single mother?
She shook her head and growled at her reflection. For the past four years she’d dealt with all the insecurities of being a single parent. She couldn’t justify one insane encounter down to Harry.
Looking away she went through her small apartment and cleared away all of the mess left behind from the night’s activities. Pasta with meatballs had been a big hit with her son. She checked the date on his prescription and made a note to ask for some overtime at work.
His asthma treatment cost a lot of money, and during this time when money was tight, food prices rising and gas at the cost it was, she could only just afford the rent.
Once she’d had a quick wash and changed into her nightwear she went back to her sitting room and began reading a course book she’d paid pennies for at a bargain sale shop. When she heard Harry coughing, she went back and woke him to administer another shot from his inhaler.
Only when he settled and she went to bed did she allow her mind to drift to the night’s events. She ran her fingers over her lips. His kiss had been rough, and she was shocked at how much she liked the possession of his mouth.
What would have happened if they hadn’t heard that scurrying in the distance? Would she have let him take her in the office? Scarlet couldn’t answer the question. Her heart raced when she thought about him. He was over ten years older than she, but she liked his ruggedly handsome appearance and the smattering of wrinkles near his eyes. Even though to her he seemed like a workaholic, he must spend some time with others to make him have some laughs.
His lips had been firm and demanding. Hands, oh god, his hands. She wanted them everywhere on her body, and she didn’t care how sluttish that made her sound. For the first time in her life she could clearly see and feel why women allowed men to have anything so long as they kept touching them, making sweet love to them.
Scarlet wrinkled her nose. She shouldn’t be thinking about that kind of action with a man. The only reason he kissed her was because she was the first available female. Richard could have anyone. No one would want her. She was too big, her br**sts too large, and worst of all she was broken inside. At least she thought she’d been until Richard had kissed her.