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I chuckle as I walk over and place my rifle on an empty hook. “It seemed like you wanted to teach me and I didn’t want to spoil your fun.”
He raises an eyebrow. “My fun?” I nod and he continues. “It seemed to me that you were having a bit of fun yourself.”
“What do you mean?”
He walks up to me slowly. As he approaches, my heart kicks up. When he stops merely inches away from me, I take a deep breath and my lungs fill with a mix of his heady scent and the greenery of the forest.
I look up at him and my eyes roll back in my head. When they refocus, I can see that he’s smirking at me.
His hand comes up to my face and he brushes a strand of my hair that escaped my ponytail and tucks it behind my ear. I inhale sharply at the contact and close the space between us. He lowers his head to mine and takes my lips in a searing kiss.
My knees buckle, but it doesn’t matter because his hand is at the small of my back, holding me flush against his body. My hands go to his back and claw at the nylon material of his hunting jacket as his lower body grinds against me.
He is ravaging me, and I let him take whatever he wants. He undoes my jacket, and one of his rough hands grabs my breast. I moan into his mouth and the sound pulls a deep groan out of him.
He is writhing against me, and I can feel his hard cock pressing against me through all this fabric.
I turn my mouth away from his and moan his name, “Glen…”
It isn’t until I say his name that I realize who I am messing around with. This is Sophie’s dad. My eyes fly open, and I pull away from him.
“Oh, my God!” I cover my face with my hands. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
I lower my hands and can see that he is disoriented.
I don’t think. I just turned on my heels and ran from the shed. As I go, I can hear Glen calling after me, but I don’t look back.
Chapter Four
Glen
I have kissed a lot of women in my day, but nothing could’ve prepared me for what it felt like to kiss Emma Stanley. Her lips tasted like cherries. They were sweet like actual cherries. It didn’t look like she was wearing any kind of lip gloss, but that’s what I tasted.
Was that all in my head? I don’t know…
It’s not only that we touched lips. The best thing about that kiss was how long it lasted. I love how pliable she was. How her body responded to mine.
Jacksboro was insane. We have been back for a couple of days now and I can’t stop thinking about it.
I can’t believe I did that. On the one hand I’m scolding myself for indulging my whims so easily. On the other hand I’m fist bumping myself for getting Emma so hot and bothered.
I don’t like that she stopped us. However, I know it’s better that she did. I am 100% sure that if she hadn’t, we would’ve fucked right there in that shed.
What we have going on between us right now is complicated. If we were to have sex things would become 100 times more difficult.
However, this knowledge hasn’t stopped me from fantasizing about what it would feel like to actually bed Emma. I know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts, but I can’t stop myself. It doesn’t help that she has been avoiding me ever since that night.
Rationally, I know that she is freaking out and wants to put some distance between the both of us. However, my lizard brain thinks she’s playing hard to get. Which makes me want her that much more. That coupled with the pulse of animosity we have going for each other beneath the surface is driving me wild.
I like knowing that she could give me a tongue- lashing whenever she wants. It’s not every day that I meet someone who can spar with me verbally and come out on top. Although I don’t like when she pushes back against me, I do, however, like the pushback itself.
Why do I always overcomplicate my life like this? There are literally billions of women in the world. Why am I so preoccupied with this one girl who is half my age? She’s also my daughter’s best friend, and an employee.
In the almost three decades that I have been running my company, I have never dated anyone at work. It’s just always been something that has felt too risky. I have put too much intoMed-Fieldsto have it all come crashing down because of a sexual harassment accusation.
It’s actually tricky with Emma professionally because the lines are blurred. She works for my company, but I do not employ her. She’s also HR, so there’s that element. Clearly, what we have done so far is wrong, but will she do anything about it? Will it count against me in some way to be determined later?
This is what I’m pondering when the intercom on my desk goes off. I press the call button and Garrett’s voice comes to me across the speakers. “Mr. Fields, Serena is here.”
