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“What are we?” I repeated.
She squeezed her eyes closed. “Start the elevator. Please just start it.” She opened them and stared at the button.
“Can we not be two friends who fuck?” I asked, hoping to distract her. I didn’t want us to be just that. But Britta was a take-it-slow type of girl and scaring her off wasn’t on my agenda.
In response, she nodded her head and slowly reached out to press the release button, but I stopped her with my hand.
“Answer me, Britta, and I’ll start it.”
“Yes,” she nodded her head fast. “We’re friends who fuck. Now, please, start the fucking elevator.” I pressed the button, and it jolted into motion. Britta instantly relaxed and as the elevator slowed to our floor, she exhaled. When the doors opened, she was first out. Taking two steps away, she turned to me and gripped my cock in her hand.
Despite it being a threat, it turned me on, and my cock started growing in her hand. Her cheeks flushed when she felt the sudden hardness in her grip but didn’t relent.
“Don’t ever do that again, do you understand?”
She was so fucking sexy when she was fierce. When I didn’t answer straight away, she applied pressure.
“Yes,” I said with a wink.
“Good,” she replied, unsure whether the threat had the desired effect. She released, smiled to compose herself and turned down the hall as if nothing had just happened. The receptionist, who witnessed it all, lowered her head to hide her smile.
It seemed we’d be common knowledge before we both even knew about us.THE DAY WAS ALMOST over when I started packing up some paperwork I’d take home. There was a knock at my door, and I yelled for whoever it was to come in. I was picking up my pen from the floor when I heard the voice that didn’t belong to the blue-eyed beauty who’d earlier threatened my junk. I looked up and met the seductive gaze of the infamous redhead. The same redhead from Jarod’s party, who’d launched herself into my arms, and the same redhead who Britta saw being fucked by Roman.
She looked at me like we were old flames, but for the life of me, I couldn’t place her. She sauntered in, hips swaying, manicured fingernails dragging across my desk.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” she asked as if reading my mind.
I think about lying to her, but know I’ll be caught out.
“No,” I admitted.
She raised a hand to her heart feigning offense. “That hurts. That really hurts, Hawk.” She rounded the desk stopping just short of me. Her large green eyes met mine which remained expressionless. “You and I... we had a powerful night, and it breaks my heart you don’t remember it.” She stepped closer, so her breasts grazed my chest when she exhaled.
“I never forget a memorable lay,” I said cruelly. “Now, please, leave the same way you came in.”
My office door opened once more, and we both turned to see Britta strolling in. Her smile quickly faded when she saw the lady with red hair who tried to kiss me, in my personal space. She paused a moment, looked between us and then about-turned to leave without a word.
“Britta, stay...” My voice stopped her in her tracks. She turned back around, eyes nervously wandering the room. “She was just leaving, weren’t you...?” I raise a brow in wait for her name.
The redhead looked to me, eyes traveling the length of my body before responding. “Rita,” she said, finally revealing her name.
“Yes... Rita who I don’t know... or even know why she’s in my office right now... is about to leave.” The redhead bit her plump red lip, but unlike when Britta did it, it did nothing for me. She smiled wickedly at me before turning to face Britta, moving with calculated steps in her direction.
“Britta, is it?”
Britta’s eyes narrowed. “Yes?”
“You dodged a bullet with Roman, didn’t you? Lucky you got out when you did.” She turned back to me and smiled like we’re old friends. “I’ll see you around, Hawk. Thanks for the chat.” And with that, the strange woman sauntered her way back out, leaving the air in my office thick with confusion.
“Who was that?” Britta asked, both shocked and appalled. “How does no one know her? Or am I the only one being kept in the dark?”
“Her name is Rita... apparently.”
Britta shook her head. “So, you didn’t know her?”
“Not a clue, but she insists on knowing me.”
Britta folded her arms across her chest. “Well, that’s not a surprise.”
I smiled at her insinuation. “See you tonight?” I asked.
She shook her head again and sighed. I knew that sigh. It usually meant Britta was trapped between a rock and hard place. She always had a way of getting herself into these predicaments. Too fucking lovely for her own good.
