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But instead, he wipes the water off of my chin and gazes at his thumb. For a second, a very brief second, I think he might lick it away. He brings it closer to his face and inspects it before smirking and wiping it on his shirt, narrowing his eyes at me as he looks at my face.
“I need the report on my desk before this evening. I’ve made space in the office downstairs. You can leave it for me when I get back.” He says, stepping away from me and walking towards the door of the pool house, stopping on his heel.
He doesn’t look at me when he speaks, but I feel the burn of his eyes still. The thickness of his voice crowds me, takes over my entire being as he speaks.
“Don’t bite off more than you can chew, Scarlett. Be a good girl and do what’s asked of you. Surely by now, you are well versed in that regard.” he says, leaving the pool house as soon as the words leave his lips.
What the hell?
“He wants to fuck you.” Sofia says from the outdoor entrance, startling me. My shriek fills the air and soon, her laughter follows it.
“Why would you even say that, Sofia?” I hiss, her shoulders shrugging as she sets her beach towel down on one of the lounge chairs, her ass swaying as she walks to the pool ledge and sits, pink manicured toes dipping in the clear water.
“Because it’s true.” she says matter of factly, splashing the water around with her feet as she sighs and leans back on her hands.
I shake my head at her, sitting next to her on the ledge as I blow out angry puffs of air.
“It’s not. Because not only did my husband just die, but that’s also his best friend.” I say, still not speaking of him in the past tense.
“So? Doesn't mean he can’t imagine fucking you.” She smiles at me, her brows wagging as I frown.
“Yeah well, he doesn’t. He hates me. And I wouldn’t want to fuck him anyways.” I say, dropping my chin to my chest as I swirl the pool water around with my foot.
She raises an eyebrow at me, leaning in to whisper, “You sure about that?”
“Jesus Christ, Sof. Yes. I’m very sure about that.” I hiss, moving away from her as she laughs.
“Could’ve fooled me. That man’s been dying to be in between your legs since you first married Luis. Anyone with a pair of eyes can see that.” she says this like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, like I’m the crazy one for thinking that it’s not true.
“Dear God, what is with today?” I groan, sliding into the water and drowning out her laughter as I sink into it, holding my breath as I dive under.
Sofia is crazy and she’s only saying this to get my mind off of my sadness. She knows that my brain works well with distraction when it’s under stress and implying that Nico and I share a mutual, sexual attraction does nothing to distract me. In fact, it just makes me even more flustered because I don’t want him. I don’t like Nico. In fact, I hate him.
I hate how his eyes look like chocolate and how his hair is the same color as a wild raven. I hate how his tan skin gleams in the light and how his gold chain tickles his dark chest hairs. I hate how strong his forearms look when the sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up. I hate how he’s the only man I’ve ever met that makes me feel small, both emotionally and physically.
But mostly, I hate that every time he’s near, I don’t think about my relationship with Luis. I think about him, about their friendship. I think about how much I envy his absence over the years, of his ability to remain close with my husband many miles away. Closer than I ever was to him.
I hate him. I hate Nico Acosta and because of that, the last thing I want to do is fuck him. Even though I know that he’s really fucking good at it. Good enough to make a girl call him Daddy.
I groan under the water, bubbles rolling to the surface as I come up for air, Sofia’s laughter still vibrating around me.
ChapterSix
Scarlett
I walk into Luis’ office and every part of me stiffens.
I don’t like coming in here and I haven’t really since he died. He loved this place, in fact, most of his beloved items are held inside of here. His genuine crystal decanter, century old books in his massive bookcase. He even has a safe in here filled with God only knows what, a safe that I have refused to open.
I go to his desk and open up his computer, trying to find this month's recent bank statements and deposits that I never got. I’m scouring his files and finding some of the transactions that I need, as well as some emails from past clients so that I can drum up the reports that Nico is asking for. It takes me nearly an hour to find everything, but once I gather all that I can, I open up my spreadsheet and start plugging everything in.
This takes me a while, a lot longer than it usually does in fact and it’s not because I don’t have all of the needed information, it’s because we have a lot of money unaccounted for. In fact, it seems that we’re missing over twenty grand and I can’t figure out why. All of the deals and transactions have added up fine, but there’s still this massively large amount that we’re missing.
I open up a new tab and look through all of his bank accounts, crunching together every number and amount that I can find. When nothing changes, I sit back against the chair with my hands in my hair, frustrated beyond belief. Suddenly, an email pings through. An email from a bank that I do not recognize, stating that whatever account is open through them has overly withdrawn funds.
I frown and lean forward, clicking on the email and reading it fully. I copy the link attached and plug it into the search engine, the bank account locked and requiring a password that I do not have, but I try every commonly used password that I can think of. Still, none of it works.
“Fuck!” I shout, slamming my hands on the keyboard as I stand and pace in front of his desk.
