Mr. Big Jerk: A Forbidden Second Chance Romance (Kinda Cocky Series Book 3), стр. 19
He chuckled. “Why don’t we get you upstairs first? I’ve had my fill of car sex.”
I licked my lips. “Sounds like it might be a fun birthday night after all.”
He winked at me before he slipped out, then he came around to open my door. Clint helped me out of the car before scooping me back into his arms, and I felt my body grow weightless. I liked him carrying me this way. I got to curl against him and rest my cheek on his shoulder. I got to feel his heart beating against my body as we traveled up the elevator. He carried me across the threshold of his studio apartment and laid me down onto his bed. And as I propped myself up, I shimmied my breasts at him.
“Care to come take a peak?” I asked.
And when his eyes met mine, I knew I had him right where I wanted him.
Clint
I underestimated how good she’d look in my bed. Her breasts swayed effortlessly, beckoning for me to touch. Her legs crossed like some innocent girl when we all knew just how ravenous Roxy was for the opposite sex. Her cheeks were still flushed. Her hands curled into my bedsheets. I wanted nothing more than to use some of my toys on her. To show her exactly what I kept underneath my bed and away from people’s view.
She’s your employee. And she’s drunk. Don’t do this.
I sighed. “You’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep here.”
She blinked. “Come again?”
I stood up, putting distance between us. “I can’t mix business with pleasure, Roxy. You know this. But, if you’re here, I can make sure you--.”
She sat up. “Are you kidding me right now?”
I paused. “No.”
“So, what the hell was all of that winking and hand-holding and shit in the car? Huh?”
“I mean, it was--.”
“And what about coming to my aid in the casino? Yeah? When everyone started jumping down my throat?”
“Roxy, you’re drunk. You need t--.”
She started raising her voice. “I mean, is everyone in your family just like Zane? Some fucking moody and unpredictable bastard from hell?”
“I’m sorry you feel that way, Roxy.”
She slid off my bed. “Well, I’m not having any of it. And I’m sure as hell not staying here if I’m not welcome.”
“Roxy, you really need to stay put. You’re--.”
“I’m fine. I can get a cab and go home.”
“I’d really feel better if someone were watching over you.”
She glared up at me. “Yeah, and I’d feel better with a dick between my legs. But, we all know how this night’s going to end, and it’s not in my favor.”
At any other moment in time, I would’ve slammed her against the wall and claimed that foul mouth as my own. If it had been any other woman in any other scenario, I’d already have her tied down to my bed with a vibrating wand between her legs just so I could watch her orgasm while I shed my suit. But, this wasn’t just any girl, and this wasn’t just any scenario.
This was Roxy. My employee. A woman who was growing into a dear friend.
And the last thing I needed to do was fuck that up.
“I know you’re upset. But, you’ve had too much alcohol. Look at you. You can hardly walk in your heels.”
She slid out of her heels. “Fine. Whatever. Tell yourself whatever you need to in order to make yourself feel better. But I’m outta here.”
“Roxy, wait!”
She stumbled over to my door and ripped it open before spilling out into the hallway. I rushed for the door and watched her jog for the elevator; her heels gripped tightly in her hands. Everything inside me wanted to go after her. I wanted to scoop her up, swing her over my shoulder, and spank that ass for ever having dared run away from me. But, as she slipped into the elevator and turned around, I saw the hurt on her face.
You always hurt them, Clint.
“I hate you!” she yelled.
I saw a tear streak her cheek just before the elevator doors closed. But, even the doors didn’t mute the hysteria in her voice.
“I wish you wouldn’t have even come to the casino!”
I backtracked down the hallway and raced down the back stairwell. I jumped from level to level, launching myself over the railing and dropping onto the concrete slabs beneath me. I slammed through the ground level door just as the elevator doors dinged to my left. I pressed myself into a corner, watching as a murmuring Roxy tore through the front lobby. People stared after her like she was crazy, and I still wanted to drag her back into my apartment. Damn it, how I wanted this woman to stay just one night with me.
But, I knew seeing her Monday morning wasn’t going to be fun. So, there was no need to make anything worse.
Still, I followed her outside. I stood in the shadows, watching, and waiting, and making sure she flagged down a cab driver that didn’t look too suspicious. I perched in a corner and drew in silent breaths, watching as Roxy wiped away tears from her face.
It broke my heart that I had made her cry. However, I also knew I’d made the right decision. There was a reason why officers weren’t allowed to fraternize with those enlisted below them in the Navy. And there was a reason why I didn’t allow my bodyguards to screw around with Roxy, or Angela, or any of the other girls I employed at my business.
Things like that never turned out well. Favoritism always reared its head. And there was always a broken heart in the mix, no matter what people did to prevent them.
“I’m sorry, Roxy,” I murmured to myself.
Then, I watched her fall into the backseat of a cab and drive off. She was drunk, crying, and angry.
Way to treat the birthday girl, asshole.
10
Clint
Monday couldn’t have come