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.
“Thanks, honey. Let’s go, boys,” Ray says, reaching for the outer door.
“I’m gonna take a piss. I’ll be right behind you,” I tell him before stepping into the small bathroom and closing the door.
Gripping the sink, I look up at my face in the mirror. Am I really going to do this?
“Fuck…” I breathe out.
Opening the door, I step back into the office area, finding her standing at an open filing cabinet. I move closer and her eyes lift to meet mine.
“If that asshat gets near you again, I will fucking end him,” I practically growl and her eyes go wide.
“He was just thanking me for doing my job,” she tries to explain, but I know better.
“He wanted to fuck you,” I tell her bluntly. I know he was picturing her bent over that desk, the same as I was.
“No, he did not…” she breathes out, sounding shocked that I even suggested it. She’s clueless. All these guys treat her like their sister or daughter, so she has no idea how fucking sexy she is.
“He absolutely fucking did. I know. I recognized the look in his eyes,” I growl.
She slides the drawer closed and I move quickly, turning her so her back is pressed tightly against the filing cabinets and my large arms cage her in. I lean down until my nose is settled in the crook of her neck. I inhale deeply, letting her sweet scent fill my nostrils. I’ve just made keeping my distance an impossible task.
“Shark,” she whispers. “I think you…you should go join the rest of the guys at the party,” she stutters
“Is that really what you want? You want me to leave?” I raise my eyebrows in question but she stays quiet. I drop one hand to hold her side, my fingers curling around her ribcage.
Her breathing turns shallow and her eyes close for a fraction of a second when my thumb settles under the weight of her heavy breast. Her nipples harden, poking gently at the thin fabric clinging her to chest and I instinctively start to slide the pad of my thumb up, but her eyes fly open before I can get too far.
“No. Stop,” her voice is clear and I pull back in an instant.
Her expression softens and her hand lifts to touch my bicep. “I’m sorry, it’s just… My dad and Sonny, and the rest of the guys… they’d kill you,” she whispers, her face turning pale.
Sure, they’d be pissed. And I’d probably get asked to leave, but they wouldn’t kill me. This can’t be the worst thing a brother has ever done around here. I just shake my head.
“What about what you want?” I ask.
“That’s not really an option,” she answers and her eyes drop to the floor, completely crushing me.
She’s young and vibrant, and she deserves a life too. She shouldn’t feel trapped like this. She should have the freedom to choose the path she wants to take, not feel pressured by the club.
“Fine,” my rough response cuts sharply and she flinches. It’s not her fault, but I’m too pissed to even try to hide my anger. “I guess I’ll just go to the party and find some other way to occupy my time,” my words fall out, clearly implying that it’ll be easy enough to find another chick to fulfill my needs. Again, not my intention, but my blood is boiling and I’m lashing out.
Hurt flashes in her eyes before they drop to the floor. She won’t look at me, but I still have more to say.
“Just tell me one thing before I go, sweetheart. Did you get nice and wet when I was talking about bending you over that desk?” I question and her head snaps up, her eyes going wide. The look on her face gives her away. “That’s what I thought,” I say before leaning down close to her ear.
“Just so you know, it was your lips I was thinking about that night in the pantry and it’s your sweet ass that I’ll be imagining later,” I whisper against her hair before turning and stomping out of the office.
Yup, I’m getting fucked up tonight.