Page 6 of Contract Of Shame

His parents’ driver arrived around five in the afternoon to take her home. He waited while she hugged Scarlet and then him before going with the driver.

Other colleagues were beginning to leave.

A knock sounded at his door, distracting him. Scarlet stood with several files in hand.

“Hey,” he said, sitting up and stretching out the muscles in his back.

“I’ve got the files on the Temple divorce.”

“Come and put them on my desk,” he said to her. Richard got up, intent on working out the kinks in his exhausted body. “I’m sorry about my sister and earlier today.”

“No problems. Opal is a lovely young woman, and in all fairness people who see me with a child get quite a shock.” She bowed her head and made to move away.

He panicked. Richard didn’t want her leaving so soon.

“Why?”

“Sorry?”

“Why did you have a child so early?” he asked. He was not sure why he was taking such an interest when he intended to have this woman anyway.

“Let’s just say I got it handed to me and had no other way out.” A red blush stained her cheeks, and he could read how uncomfortable she’d become.

“Well, Opal sure likes you. She could use a role model right now.” He thought of his sister’s earlier comment about a diet. Scarlet was a full, gorgeous woman. She wouldn’t need to diet.

“I don’t think as a teenage pregnant mum I’d be the best role model.”

Richard reached out and caught her hand bringing her in close to him. Her heady scent of cinnamon invaded his nostrils. She smelt like a spicy ripe peach.

“Opal is having a few problems at school. She’s sixteen and thinks she needs to diet. Her friends are calling her fat among other things.” Richard opened up. He never talked about his sister with anyone, not at work anyway.

“She’s adorable, and soon she’ll see how gorgeous she is.” Scarlet made to move out of his touch, and he stopped her by keeping a firm grip on her hand. “Why won’t you let me go?” she asked.

“I don’t want to,” he said honestly.

“I’ve got to collect Harry,” she whispered. He noticed her eyes droop, and she tilted her head back to look at him. She appeared confused as if her reaction was natural and not forced. For so long the women in his life were fake. Fake tits, fake laugh and fake responses.

Scarlet epitomised all things natural and earthy.

“You can grab him in a second. I just don’t want to let you go.” Richard felt the pull in the pit of his stomach. Her beautiful hair was tied up in a ponytail. He hated it and wanted to see the long blond strands flowing down her back.

He grasped the band and pulled it out of her hair. She winced from the pain of his rushed tug, but she didn’t pull away.

The layers of blond hair cascaded and tumbled around her face.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he growled. Richard couldn’t help himself. Scarlet was a drug in his veins. When he started tasting, he’d always want more.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Having you.” Not allowing her to respond he slammed his lips down on hers. He pulled her roughly against his body, the need for full body contact a hunger he could no longer deny.

Her small hands wrapped around him, and in the process he unbuttoned her jacket and thumbed those hard nipples.

Through the fabric of her blouse and bra he felt the full round tips pucker for his touch. He wanted to get his lips on them, to be sucking them. He pulled her roughly, moving a hand behind her head to hold her in place as he kissed her mouth. Richard feasted at her lips.

They were heaving and gasping, and Richard pulled away when he heard a noise in the distance.

He had to remember where he was. Work wasn’t the place for a seduction.

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