Page 10 of Room One Hundred & Twenty-One: Kiss of Fire

Is he her boyfriend? Did he hurt her?

I’m typically not a fighter. But for her, I’d change that. I don’t know what I would’ve done had Chance not been there to hold me back. And I only got worked up again listening to him recount the events to Noah when we got to our suite.

Not once in the last three years that she’s worked here have I seen Selena with another person, let alone a guy. I’ve kept tabs on her since the day she walked through the front doors and she’s always kept her head down, avoiding office gossip and choosing to work through her lunch on most days. She’s persistent and diligent, far more mature than most of the women her age.

It’s part of her appeal. She isn’t vapid or lazy or flippant. She’s sharp and intelligent and works hard for what she wants.On top of that, she’s fucking beautiful with curves that would spill over my hands as I caress her supple body and pouty, full lips to fit perfectly around my cock.

Fuck, I want her so bad.

I take another sip of my drink, holding the whiskey in my mouth for a moment before letting the smooth burn slide down my throat.

Chance nods at me from his seat across the table. “You good?” He stares at me appraisingly while a redhead sits draped over his legs. Apparently, she’d been a bad girl who needed a spanking and Chance was more than happy to oblige.

But I know my best friend well and this is just a facade. His resolve is wearing thin—he just conceals it better than I do. That’s why he’s the face of our company. He can bury his emotions and thoughts while making you think you’re the most important person in the world. But Selena is slowly tearing down his walls. She sees right through him and he can’t hide his attraction to her from me.

Noah sits on the other side of him, nursing his drink with unfocused eyes. He’s been irritable for weeks—we all have—and no amount of liquor is helping.

“I’m good. Just watching theshow.” I tip my glass at the girl on his lap before finishing my drink.

“Liar. Loosen up.” He calls my bluff as he tilts her head back and kisses her.

I have to admit the sight of them causes my dick to twitch, but it barely scratches the surface. The only woman who seems to get under my skin these days is the one I can’t have. And believe me, I’ve tried to get over her. Even agreeing to let Marie come to the office for a scene, which I deeply regret. I don’t want Selena thinking of me with someone else because she’s the only one I want. But she’s our assistant—a damn good one—which means she’s off limits.

Mixing work with pleasure is never a good idea, but it’s especially true when it comes to her. She’s fantastic at what she does and wouldn’t be easily replaced if we fucked things up. And Ms. Abernathy seems to actually tolerate her, which is a miracle in itself, seeing as I’m pretty sure the woman hates everyone, including us.

This is why Noah, Chance, and I have started coming to Club Sin more frequently. If we didn’t, we’d probably do something stupid like drag Selena into the conference room and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. But I have to admit nothing is sating my sexual appetite lately. There’s only one woman I want and no one else will do.

I’ve wanted her since the moment I saw her, just starting out with us as an intern. She was much younger than I was, but she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I still remember the look on her face when we first met. She’d been taken aback, not sure of how to act in front of an executive. But she handled our interaction with poise and grace, placing her delicate palm in mine for a brief handshake.

I never told the guys about my feelings for her—I didn’t have to. They picked up on it right away. I didn’t care because there was no way I could hide how she made me feel. And, honestly, I didn’t want to. Besides, I knew they felt the same. It just took them longer to admit it. But I don’t think I can keep our agreement much longer. It’s agony not being able to touch her. Make her feel good like she deserves.

Chance’s deep voice pulls me from my thoughts. “I think my friend needs some help relaxing, sweetness. See what you can do.”

Before I can decline, the redhead moves over to me and straddles my waist. Her perfume smells cheap and overly sweet, and I want her hands to be anywhere else but on me. When shetries to kiss me, I turn my head away. So she slides her tongue along the column of my throat and nibbles on my ear.

“You like that?” she whispers, and annoyance rises to the surface of my skin.

I snap, wrapping her long ponytail around my fist and yanking her head back. She gasps, the sound cut off when I plunge my tongue deep inside her mouth. I hold her still, at my mercy, until she begins to slap at my chest. I steal her breath for longer than I should before breaking away and letting her gulp for air.

“I’d like it more if you were choking on my cock,” I sneer before releasing her hair. “You can go now.”

My friends stare at me as the woman climbs off my lap and scurries away.

My behavior is completely out of character, and I should leave and call it a night. But I decide to stay and have one more drink before my driver takes me home. I signal to our server to bring me another when a familiar figure at the bar draws my attention. I almost choke on my surprise as I catch sight of her pretty face, and she’s wearing the most sinful black dress I’ve ever seen.

What the hell is Selena doing here?

My cock immediately gets hard and presses against my zipper as my gaze slides over her voluptuous body. Her tight dress hits at the middle of her thick thighs with her back on full display as the flimsy material barely covers the curve of her juicy, round ass. Her strappy stilettos make her legs look long and toned, and I wonder what they’d feel like wrapped around me as I fill her up with my dick.

Jealousy eats at me at the thought of someone approaching her, touching her, doing the things I want to do but can’t. Everyone around her stares in awe, because not only is she a newface at the club, but she’s fucking stunning, and I’ve no doubt they all want a piece of her.

As if she can feel the weight of my stare, she pivots toward me and her eyes go wide. Shock registers on her face and I’m sure she can see mine.

“What the fuck?” Chance chokes, finally noticing Selena. His body tenses as he drinks her in.

My gaze shifts to Noah, noting his murderous expression. He’s thinking what we’re all thinking. That she has no business being here and definitely not in that dress. But we need to play this cool, as this might be the opening we need to end these games and finally be with the girl we all want.

Selena stares at us for a moment before turning around when the bartender delivers her cocktail.

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