“As you wish.”
He brings me my second drink before moving to the end of the bar and talking to Mr. Caldwell. I stare openly, my first drink definitely kicking in now. Not a single part of me cares when he looks up, his grey eyes meeting mine. He seems shocked for a split second before humor lights those eyes.
He gets up from the chair, puts his phone in his inside jacket pocket, then walks straight towards me.
Damnit. This was supposed to have the opposite effect and make him leave me alone, not come over here. Or was it…
He takes the seat beside me; the seat I didn’t realize had become empty until now. My hands start to tremble. I didn’t think this through. His scent hits my nose, some heady masculine mix that smells expensive and really freaking good. Rich people always smell good, it’s damn annoying.
“Go fuck myself, hm?” he says in a low tone that has my heart pounding a littleharder.
I reach for my drink, bringing it to my lips to busy myself. His gaze darts to my mouth for just a second before going back to my eyes.
“That’s what I said,” I admit, putting my drink down.
He turns to face me more fully. “And what would you be doing while I fuck myself, Seraphine? Would you watch?”
I gasp, my mouth dropping open and choke on air.
“Your… you—” I stammer and have no idea what I should say to that. Not for a second did I think this is what his response would be. Flirting? Is thisflirting? This man is more than twice my age. My ex’s father. Someone who is offering me a job. And now he’s making sexual comments when I tried telling him off?
Though, I only have myself to blame. I did give the guy a hand job after a massage. Still, no means no.
“I’ll admit, I prefer to do the watching, but if you’re so inclined, I have no issues putting on a show for you.”
My lungs seize, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t pull in a breath. I’m going to suffocate, right here in the bar, and for no good reason.
He continues, his voice going even lower. “You seemed to enjoy yourself the other day and my only regret is that I didn’t get to return the favor.”
He gets to his feet, fixing his jacket as he stares down at me. My lungs burn something fierce, and my vision is going dark.
“If you’d prefer to take my cock over the job, Miss Sinclair, all you have to do is say so.”
And then he walks out.
Chapter Nine
Elliot
There aren’t many things that entertain me these days, but the look on Seraphine’s face when I spoke those dirty words to her in the bar was priceless. I’ll never forget the way her lips parted, eyes wide in shock. The beautiful shade of pink her cheeks turned is my new favorite color. I have a shirt in the exact shade, and I’ll have to get a hundred more.
The girl is breathtaking beyond belief, beautiful in ways she doesn’t understand. Not only her looks, but in how sweet she is. How flustered she gets. How much she holds back. I see the woman inside her wanting to get free. The fierce woman hiding under that shy exterior she shows the world. I want it. I want her. It’s terrible, I know. I shouldn’t, and for so many reasons. But I’ve never been one to ignore something I want. If only she were more cooperative. How many women would turn down the job offer I gave? None. Only her. Anyone else would take the job for the pay alone, never mind everything else I threw inthere. Hell, people would take the job for nothing, just to get in my good graces.
Seraphine is stubborn. Problem is I like that too. I like the fight she’s putting up, because underneath it all, I know she wants this. I have no problem fighting for what I want, knowing I will get it in the end. Even if it’s something I shouldn’t have. I’m not sure why I’ve suddenly become so obsessed with this young woman, but I just have to have her.
I’m not so naive to think she isn’t affected by me. She could be thinking about me right now. Could be lying in her bed, rubbing that sweet pussy of hers as she thinks about me filling her with my cock or sucking on her clit. Maybe she’s imagining me stroking my cock for her, putting on a show like I said I would. Or perhaps she’d rather I watch her because I said I liked it. With her pink cheeks, she’d drag her hands down her body and play with her pussy for me.
I hardly make it into my bedroom before I tear open my pants to stroke myself. I lean against the wall, imagining her innocent little self lying on my bed, legs spread, pussy soaked and glistening, one finger dragging along her clit teasingly as she watches me pleasure myself—for her.Because of her.
I stroke faster, unsure of when the last time I did this was. It’s not that I’ve lost it, I’m fifty-two not a hundred, but work takes up most of my time. But Seraphine has caught the attention of my dick, and he won’t be satisfied until he has her. Even then, I’m certain it won’t be enough. Which is going to be a problem. A big fucking problem.
Fuck that for now. It’s a problem for later. Right now, I need to come. Preferably all over Seraphine’s tits and pretty pink nipples, but considering that isn’t an option, my hand will do.
My balls draw up and my stomach tightens just as the orgasm washes over me. I cup my free hand over the head of my dick to catch my release, not wanting to make a mess on the floor. When the last drops have been rung from my cock, I drop my head against the wall and catch my breath. I am so fucked.
The morning comes too quickly, same as I did last night, if I’m honest.
As I’m heading out the door, my phone rings, so I pull it from my pocket to answer. I hesitate when I see it’s my son.
