Page 10 of Secret Confession
She’s thirty-two years younger than me. She’s far too innocent for the type of sex I enjoy. She’s the sister of my son’s best friend, and I’m his boss. She’s very much off-limits.
I don’t know what finally made her run from me last night, but I wasn’t as relieved as I expected to be. If anything, it made me want to chase after her, to hunt her down like the prey she is—but I didn’t.
Instead, I kicked Anya out, blocking out her shrill complaints as I told my security to never let her back in. As I climbed into bed, I tried not to think about her, but the harder I tried, the more I pictured her.
She haunted my dreams in the most perfect way, and I woke up hard, thinking about her; those shy blue eyes, her flushed cheeks, and her pouty lips.
I pictured them all as I stroked myself to completion. And still that wasn’t enough to quieten my thoughts, which is why I found myself arranging to meet her for dinner, against my better judgement.
How I’ve managedto get any work done today is a fucking miracle, as I’ve spent the whole day counting down the minutes until seven when I would see my Little Lamb again.
She’s pure and innocent, but in the eyes of a predator like me, she’s nothing except prey—which I want to capture and devour, despite all the very validreasons why I should keep my distance. I’ve never been very good at following rules.
I dress in my usual black trousers and white shirt, opening the top two buttons when I decide against a tie and a jacket, trying to go for a slightly more casual look than normal.
I arrive at the table ten minutes early, and from the moment I take my seat, I’m sure time slows down, as I stare at the door, waiting for it to open again.
I briefly consider leaving, knowing nothing good will come from this, but still I don’t move. I haven’t really thought too far ahead, about what I hope to achieve from having this meal with Courtney, but I’m doing it anyway.
I sort of want to see how this shit-show plays out.
A soft knock pulls me out of my thoughts, and light floods into the room when the door is pushed open. Mrs Branch directs her inside, using her arm to indicate which seat she should take beside me, despite it being the only other set place at the table.
Mrs Branch doesn’t even bother to hide the fucking gleam in her eyes as she takes me in. Her gaze flicks to the candle in the middle of the table, which I had absolutely nothing to fucking do with, and then over to Courtney, before she deliberately lets me see her wide smile.
One small glance Courtney’s way tells me exactly why she looks so smug—the interfering old cow. Courtney is wearing a white sundress with embroidered daisies covering the skirt, making her look like a fucking virgin sacrifice.
As she turns to smile at Mrs Branch, I see that her long blonde hair has been curled into soft waves that fall down to the middle of her back, with a few twisted strands pulled back to create an elegant design.
She’s not wearing much makeup, but the black liner along her lash line makes her blue eyes glisten, and the blush she’s added makes her cheeks even pinker.
Her red lips are the only sultry thing about her, the colour making them appear plumper, and when she drags the lower lip between her teeth, my cock twitches.
I take a moment to appreciate the way her curves are displayed in the dress. The fabric pulls in to show off her small waist, whilst hugging her arse in just the right way. The thin straps curve over her tits, displaying just a hint of her impressive cleavage.
Then I see her hard nipples poking through the light cotton, making it clear she’s not wearing a bra, and I almost come in my boxers like a fucking teenager seeing a pair of tits for the first time.
Courtney nervously clears her throat, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other as she lingers by the door, having not listened to Mrs Branch’s instructions. That’s when I realise I’ve been staring for longer than is considered acceptable.
Normally, I’d stand, like the gentleman I am, and show her to her seat, greeting her with the manners that were instilled in me by my father. But if I stand right now, she’ll definitely be able to see my hard length fighting to break free from my trousers, so instead, I gesture to the place setting adjacent to where I’m sitting at the head of the table.
“Courtney, thank you for agreeing to join me. Please, have a seat,” I say, remembering the manners that would make my father proud.
She looks flustered as she takes a seat, mumbling her thanks as she looks back over to Mrs Branch, clearly not sure what to do with herself. Once Courtney is seated, Mrs Branch wishes us both a pleasant evening, before exiting the room, but not before throwing me a cheeky wink that only I can see.
She’s lucky I see her as family, or I’d have fired her interfering arse a long time ago.
Courtney shuffles around, looking incredibly uncomfortable and unsure of herself, and I know I’m going to have to be the one to break the ice. “Can I get you something to drink? I have a lovely white wine that will go well with the chicken, but you’re welcome to anything you’d prefer.”
“Wine is good,” she mutters, giving me a small smile that makes her look even more beautiful.
I quickly grab my phone and send a message to the staff WhatsApp group, as it’s the fastest way to interact with the many house staff I employ. As soon as a thumbs up appears on my message, meaning someone has accepted the task, I put my phone away.
It’s not long until we have our wine, and some water for the table. As the server is leaving, he passes on a message from the chef that our entree won’t be long.
At first, the silence between us is awkward, with Courtney shuffling in her chair as she casts shy glances my way whenever she thinks I’m not looking. The quiet doesn’t bother me the way it clearly does her, so I’m not surprised when she’s the one to speak first.
“Do you have any news on my stalker?” she asks, taking a sip from her wine once she’s spoken.
