Page 14 of Born Savage

After a quick ride back, Pike and I pull up beside a small building set to the left of the main structure, while the two prospects continue on to the clubhouse. I haven’t been insideyet, but apparently Ray runs the construction business out of this office.

I follow Pike up a small staircase and step into the cool air-conditioned entryway. It’s quiet, but Ray requested our presence, so we must be here for a reason.

“I’m gonna hit the head,” Pike shares as he nods toward a door on the right. “You can go ahead inside,” he adds.

I move through the door on the left and into a large, open office area. Chairs line the side wall in front of the windows, while the opposite wall is lined with large metal filing cabinets. A small desk sits in the far center of the room, and another door is just beyond, on the far wall.

I take two steps into the room and the far door opens. My eyes fall on her legs first, but it’s her voice that really gets my attention.

“I’ll be right back with a few bottles of water for you,” she says, and I can see the smile on her face as she turns. Her eyes fall on me and it quickly vanishes.

“Could I have a bottle of water too?” I grin in question.

“Feel free to grab one from the fridge if you’re thirsty,” she offers a clipped answer. She has no idea just how fucking thirsty I am.

I watch as she bends over and opens a mini fridge situated behind the desk. My eyes locked on her round ass as her skirt stretches, clinging tightly to her curves. I step closer to the desk, and I know I’m too close when she stands, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

She’s holding four bottles of water against her chest as she stands. She instantly freezes, feeling my presence now looming behind her.

“You really should be more careful bending over when you’re wearing a skirt. That shit makes men’s imaginations go crazy,” I whisper roughly and her body offers a gentle shiver.

She turns, trying to hide her reaction, but it’s too late. Her breathing has quickened, and her chest is heaving in her low-cut top, only fueling my already filthy thoughts.

“Oh really? Men, or you?” she questions bravely.

I lift my hand, tracing my thumb softly over her jawline. “Both. Any man alive would want to bend you over this desk, pull up that skirt and spread those legs,” I tell her, feeling my cock harden as I say the words and imagine doing just that. Her chest flushes a perfect shade of pink that quickly spreads up her neck before settling into her cheeks.

“I’ve…uh, I have to bring these bottles of water into the meeting,” she stumbles over her words.

I take another second to envision her bent over the desk, before stepping aside to let her pass. She moves back through the far door to deliver the water as promised, and I reach down opening the fridge to pull out my own bottle of water. I twist off the top and gulp down half the bottle, needing to cool off after our brief interaction.

My dick starts to calm down and relax away from my zipper, and I take another long pull from the bottle of water before recapping it. I can manage my own excitement, but I guarantee based off her reaction, that her panties are fucking soaked. And I know I’m supposed to keep my distance, but something about the way she looked at me has me quickly spiraling.

If this office had been empty, and it was just the two of us, I think she would’ve lifted that skirt herself and begged me to take her. And despite the warnings, I wouldn’t have hesitated to give her exactly what she wanted.

Eleven

Shark

I’ve been standing guard for almost forty-five minutes, and it’s been borderline torture. After delivering the bottles of water to whoever is behind the door with Ray, Scarlett took a seat at the desk and she’s been working there quietly ever since. It’s been hard to keep my eyes off her, but I know if Pike catches me that I’ll be screwed.

The door finally opens and I lift my gaze to see Ray walk out, followed closely by three douchebag looking fuckers in suits. I widen my stance and cross my arms over my chest, doing my best to look intimidating. Pike does the same across the room, and I’m sure these three would probably shit their pants if either of us got too close.

Ray guides them through the room and towards the door, but one lingers behind, stopping beside the desk. His eyes fall on Scarlett and I can see what he’s thinking. My fists clench and I instantly feel the need to pull out my Glock and murder this asshole right where he stands.

“Thanks for helping set up this meeting. We’ll definitely be in touch,” he smiles down at her, prompting her to look up.

“You’re welcome. I’m glad I could help,” she smiles back professionally, not realizing that the scumbag was just checking out her rack.

I keep my eyes locked on him as he moves away from the desk, joining the others beside the door. Ray takes another minute to thank them for the meeting and shake all their hands before they open the door and disappear into the Las Vegas heat.

“Time to fuckin’ celebrate, boys. Those slimy motherfuckers have a shitload of cash and they want to work with us,” he grins.

“Alright, let’s get the fuckin’ party started,” Pike offers in response, stepping forward.

“Are you good if we head over to the clubhouse?” Ray questions, glancing back at Scarlett.

“I’m fine. I actually just need to file a couple things and then I’m done too. I’ll lock up,” she answers with a smile that goes straight to my cock.

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