Page 51 of Taming Scarlet

I pulled the panties up, feeling something pressing against my crotch. Something that shouldn’t have been there. Something hard.

When I looked at him again, he had a wicked glint in his eyes as he reached into his pocket for something small and plastic.

Holding it in his hand, he pressed a button down, and my panties vibrated hard enough to make my knees buckle a bit before I stiffened them.

“Oh,” I sighed, sucking in a deep breath.

I watched as he slipped the remote back into his pocket.

“You’ll behave,” he said with a dark little smirk, “or you will be… punished.”

With that, and nothing more, he was gone.

I didn’t have to ask what that meant.

He would relentlessly tease me until he had me at that point of desire that was painful. But he wouldn’t let me have a release.

It sounded miserable, yet there was something undeniably sexy about the idea of him being able to control my desire even from a room away.

Also, I had no freaking idea what he meant about behaving. It wasn’t like I was going to be able to ditch him at a club. If nothing else, he could text Eric to scoop him up and bring him to our next location.

And since leaving him was the only thing I’d been punished for, I figured I would be relatively safe while having some fun with Mae and Leah.

We were only maybe two hours into the night when I realized that while Mae and Leah hadn’t been making it into the gossip sites these days, they had not calmed down in the least.

My guess was their family had hired a really good PR team for them to help spin stories and a ‘fixer’ crew to shut down other stories they didn’t want to get out.

This was confirmed after we left the first club where they’d drunk me under the table. Because in the backseat of the car, Leah passed me a piece of paper.

I knew an NDA when I saw one.

“Really?” I asked, offended. I mean, we’d been partying together since we were teenagers. We’d done very sketchy shit in the past. And I’d never shared about it. For no other reason than implicating them also implicated myself.

Mae sighed as she pushed her red hair back from her pretty face. “You get it. It’s like you with the bodyguard,” she said, waving toward the partition. “If we don’t agree to make people sign them, our parents cut us off.”

“Alright,” I said, signing the paper. “I get it.”

“Though, we are trying to… get our own thing going,” Mae said, folding the paper, and sticking it in her purse.

“Really? Like what?” I asked.

To that, Leah’s lips twitched. “Renewable energy.”

Which definitely seemed like a purposeful slap in the face to a family legacy in oil.

I wouldn’t pretend to understand their family dynamics. But the handful of times I’d been around their father, he’d been cold and judgmental. So if he was like that publicly toward his girls, I couldn’t imagine what he was like in private.

“That’s amazing. Does your father know?”

“Not yet. We… figured out how to keep our names out of things until we know for sure if it will be a successful venture,” Leah said. “But… it’s looking like it is going somewhere.”

I knew what my trust was like.

And I knew the sisters had money not only from their parents, but also a trust from their grandfather, who’d adored them.

If they were being careful with their money, and investing a decent portion of it, I could see how that money could stack up in investments over time.

“I have my fingers crossed for you. It would be great not to have to live by your parents’ rules.” The girls were several years older than me, after all, and living under a much stricter thumb than I was.

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