Page 1 of Forbidden Flames

Chapter 1

The plain, white envelope lay in the middle of her desk, taunting her. It looked benign. Innocent, even.

As Emily's fingers hovered over the envelope, the air seemed to thicken with an unspoken malevolence. The innocuous whiteness of the paper appeared glaringly conspicuous, a curtain ready to unveil a nightmare. Even the soft hum of the office around her became an eerie symphony, heightening the isolation of her torment.

A sudden chill swept through the room, causing Emily to shiver involuntarily. The silence, once comforting, now echoed with an unsettling resonance. The very stillness seemed to amplify the weight of the impending revelation, as if the universe itself paused to witness the unraveling of Emily's world.

Emily's hands trembled not just from fear but from the raw, unbridled fury that surged through her veins. The room, once a sanctuary, now bore witness to a silent storm as Emily grappled with the tempest that would be unleashed by the seemingly benign envelope.

“Emily?” a deep voice prompted.

She jumped, startled. Gripping the back of her chair, Emily nearly tore a nail as she balanced herself before cautiously turning. The pulse in her ears matched the rapid pounding of her heart, an audible drumroll of anxiety.

Then she felt it. The heat. The intense, virile power that could only be Hendrix Pilarti. The air around him seemed to crackle with an energy that sent another, warmer shiver down Emily's spine. The mere presence of him, like a looming storm on the horizon, created a charged atmosphere that hung thick between them.

Without meaning to, she backed up a step, bumping into her desk. Hendrix was so close; if she just leaned forward slightly, Emily could breathe in his scent. The masculine allure of his aftershave wrapped around her like a tempting spell, intoxicating and irresistible. The magnetic pull of his proximity was almost palpable, drawing her in despite the turmoil swirling within.

When she looked up, Hendrix's gaze, intense and probing, locked onto hers, holding her in a mesmerizing trance. The dance of their eyes spoke volumes, a silent negotiation of desire and fear.

A conflicted longing welled up within Emily. Maybe, just maybe, he'd wrap those big, powerful arms around her. The fantasy flickered in her mind, a momentary escape from the harsh reality encapsulated in that white envelope. Her fingers twitched, an unconscious gesture betraying the inner turmoil as she yearned for the reassurance that only his embrace seemed capable of providing.

Hendrix, aware of the charged tension, took a deliberate step closer. The air seemed to compress, creating an almost claustrophobic intimacy that left Emily breathless. The subtle tilt of his head, a silent invitation, hinted at a depth of understanding that bypassed words.

As if drawn by an invisible force, Emily's gaze dropped to his lips, momentarily captivated by the unspoken promise lingering there. The room, once a backdrop to her internal turmoil, now faded into the periphery as she balanced on the precipice of something unknown, her body language echoing the silent yearning for solace in the arms of the enigmatic Hendrix Pilarti.

“What's wrong?" he demanded, his crystalline blue eyes narrowing. Emily couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation, though it was quickly overshadowed by the distracting allure of his ridiculously long, dark lashes. It wasn't fair that he possessed such features; he didn't seem to appreciate them adequately. Those lashes almost made Hendrix appear harmless, a thought that elicited an audible snort from Emily. Harmless? Other than those eyelashes, there was absolutely nothing harmless about Hendrix.

He was the kind of man who could stop a fight with a glance, a fact accentuated by his deliciously broad shoulders, intimidating height, and the very obvious muscles that he attempted to conceal with a sports coat. The attire, meant to be professional, only served to accentuate the warning Hendrix presented to the world: "Don't mess with me."

Hendrix was like the letter waiting for her on her desk.

Sort of.

Not really.

The envelope, much like Hendrix's appearance, offered a deceptive exterior. However, not even his long lashes could camouflage the underlying aura of danger that surrounded him.

"Emily? What's wrong?" he repeated, his concern genuine but overshadowed by the latent intensity that lurked beneath his seemingly calm demeanor. Emily hesitated, caught between the unsettling contents of the letter and the enigma that was Hendrix, a man whose appearance, other than those lashes, was far from innocent, and whose presence exuded a subtle yet undeniable threat.

His sharpening tone snapped her back to the present.

“Nothing,” she replied quickly. Too quickly.

He didn’t reply for a long moment, those blue eyes staring down at her as if he could somehow read her mind.

He couldn’t, Emily reminded herself. He might suspect! He might pretend to read her mind. She’d seen him do this to some of the naughtier club members downstairs in the security office. Hendrix could stare at a recalcitrant member until they couldn’t help but confess. Hendrix had a way of looking at even the most hardened business leader so that, within fifteen minutes, the man would confess to every sin he’d ever committed, all the way back to torturing barbie dolls as a child.

It was fascinating to watch, but not much fun when he did it to her.

“Stop it, Hendrix,” she hissed and turned resolutely around, stepping around her desk. Hiding behind her makeshift shield, Emily glared at him. He was standing in front of her desk, still watching her. Normally, her office was large and sunny, facing the front of the club so she could watch the cars come and go. But when Hendrix stood in her office, she saw nothing but him. He truly was a big, scary, intimidating guy.

But Emily knew the sweet, generous, kind man underneath all of those muscles. She knew how Hendrix went out of his way to protect each and every staff member in the club. She also knew he volunteered as a big brother for three teenaged boys in downtown Philadelphia. Those boys were now on a path towards college because of him.

Emily reminded herself of those qualities as she glared back at him.

“Something is bothering you, Em. Tell me and I’ll fix it for you.”

Damn him! Those kinds of promises just made her love him even more! And yes, she knew she loved him! She’d fallen head over heels in the very first moment she’d met him.

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