Bethany wanted to shut the door, needed to close it and run. He had someone under his desk and she could only imagine what the woman was doing.
As badly as she needed to go, her curiosity wouldn't allow her to. Her eyes moved down toward the top of the desk, and she saw a mop of blonde hair being pulled up, but only slightly. His hand was lost in someone's hair-a blonde. Linda?
Surely not.
He groaned softly and shifted, his hips gyrating forward as he opened his eyes, his focus on the door. A smile touched his mouth as Bethany caught his attention.
Her heart stopped in her chest, fear freezing her in place.
"That's it, baby. Take it all. Such a good girl, so talented to fit so much in your pretty little mouth. Suck harder, and let me fill you up."
He never took his eyes off of Bethany, his hips lifting again as Bethany moved back from the door. A soft moan echoed from the room as she moved back, and she heard the sound of her name on his lips as he beckoned the woman kneeling in front of him to do exactly what he told her to.
Bethany carefully shut the door, turning and pressing her back to it as she tried to catch her breath. Thankfully Linda wasn't in the lobby or embarrassment would have stained them both. Sadie was right about Damon. He was a player and had plenty of women on his lap and everywhere else.
What had she thought? She would show up and things would change?
"This is what you get. He's your fucking family. Grow up and stop being a pervert."
She walked away from the office, numb to everything around her. Ben tried to stop her to talk, but she blew him off, her excuse the swirling pain in her stomach. She hadn't lied, and there was absolutely no drama in the soft echo of her voice. She was physically ill, not at the fact that Damon was a disgusting bastard, but at the realization of how badly she wanted to be the blonde kneeling before him.
She left without telling anyone, her care not for her job or anyone else, but for the desperate need to get away. She needed to breathe fresh air and clear her head. She needed to talk with Krista, who would be the only one to understand.
A text message caused her phone to buzz as she walked toward her car. She waited until she was seated in the blessed silence to check it. Shock slammed into her.
It was from Damon.
I'm coming to dinner at Dad's tonight.
Be there.
No lies between us.
No drama from you.
No complaining when I give you exactly what you want.
Chapter 11
I'm coming to dinner at dad's tonight. Be there. No lies between us. No drama from you. No complaining when I give you exactly what you want.
The drive home was torturous. Bethany held her phone in a shaky hand, her desire to text him back almost consuming her. What would she say? How did she respond to that?
I don't want anything from you? Lies.
What did she want exactly? A fling? Hot sex on the balcony to sate her lack of attention and attraction from other men for the last few years? She sighed heavily, pulling into the driveway of the mammoth-sized house her soon-to-be stepfather lived in. She turned the car off and sat in silence for a minute, her nerves pulsating along the surface of her skin.
If he played it off as a joke, things could return to normal and she would just never mention seeing him in his office with the blond. She could keep her mouth shut. Her eyes closed as she dropped her head back, the phone tight in her grip.
"How do I always get myself into this shit?"
A tap on her window had her jumping, her knee hitting the steering column hard.
Matthew. The almost stepbrother that acted like family and not a starving lion on the sexual prowl.
"You staying in there? Drive through service for ya? Like Sonic." He smiled and backed up as she got out of the car, reaching in to grab her briefcase.
"Hey you. No, just long day at the office."
"That sucks. You're off early though, right?"
"That's about the only good thing that happened."
Matthew reached over and took her bag as she walked beside him into the house. The smell of tomato sauce washed over her, basil and red wine as well. She breathed in deeply and reached for her bag.
"What is that heavenly smell?"
"The sauce for the chicken that Martha is working on. Go change into something comfortable. The good-looking brother is coming for dinner tonight, so no tempting him with your business attire." Matt winked and slipped into the kitchen before she could respond.
"Yeah, well, I'd rather he didn't." She turned and walked quickly to the room she was occupying for the week. Whatever happened that night, she could deal with it. She was a big girl and more than capable of pushing Damon back, putting him in his place and reminding him that he wasn't God's gift to women.
"Too bad he totally is."
*
"Why are you pacing the floor?" Bethany looked up as her mother spoke, the older woman leaning against the opening to the kitchen.
"Um... stressed I guess."
"About what?"
"Work and school starting soon. I don't know." She shrugged, her body stiffening as the front door opened behind her. She looked over her shoulder as Damon walked in, a soft smile on his lips - one she hadn't seen before.
"Hi Karen. Bethany. How are the two most beautiful girls in my life doing?"
Karen laughed and walked toward him, hugging him quickly and giving Bethany a yeah right look as she walked toward the kitchen. Bethany almost reached out and stopped her mom, the thought of being in the hall alone with Damon giving her heart palpitations. He moved toward her, pulling her into a warm brotherly hug.
"Hey you. I'm so proud of your work at the office. Where's Matt?" He spoke loudly enough for the others to hear, her arms hanging board straight by her sides as he pulled her in. The smell of him wafted over her, cologne mixed with sex. She stifled a groan, his lips brushing by her ear.
"Like what you saw, Beth?" He nipped at the edge of her ear, his actions hidden as Matt walked out and Damon moved back with ease.
"Well, there is the big man." Matt walked over and shook hands with Damon, the smiles on their faces genuine at seeing one another. A vast difference stood between them in way of character and even looks, but each of them seemed happy to see the other, a big hug following their handshake.
"Actually, you're much bigger than me." Damon moved back and patted Matt's stomach. "What the fuck you been eating, babies?"
"Yep and I'll eat yours too, so stop making so many."
They laughed and Bethany shook off the heavy emotions that pressed against her, the ache in her lower stomach for more attention from the wayward devil before her. Matt looked over at her, extending his hand. She moved toward him as he pulled her to his side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"How lucky are we, Bro? We finally have a sister to blame all our shit on. Why is the toilet seat up? Bethany. Why is the milk empty and in the fridge?" Matt paused as Damon piped up.
"Totally Bethany. Ugh, girls."
She glanced at him, his facade a good one, or perhaps the sly, sensual side of him was the facade and this was his real nature. Without doubt she would be finding out soon.
"Let's go watch the sun go down on the balcony." Matt moved toward the back door, holding it open as Damon and Bethany moved out in front of him. Bethany looked over as Damon asked his brother to grab them a few beers from the kitchen, her heart contracting painfully in her chest.
"I'll get them. I'm the girl." Bethany smirked and moved toward the door, Damon's hand reaching out to grab her forearm as he laughed.
"You're a brilliant girl and our guest. Matt?" Damon smiled with warmth she didn't know someone could fake so well.
"Yeah, of course. Be back in a few minutes. I'll get us a plate of something to munch on too." He walked into the house as the smile slid from Damon's face. He turned toward her, using his hold on her to tug her away from the glass doors.
"You didn't answer my question." His tone was deadpan, his face a mask of indifference.
"What question?" Her voice was soft and unsure. She growled internally at letting herself be pulled under his spell. He was no better than the frat boys at school. Hit it and ride on. She wasn't interested... right?
"Did you enjoy watching me this afternoon?" He reached out and pulled her toward him, his hand a vise grip on her waist. He pressed her to the wall of the house, one hand sliding down over her hip and around to the top curve of her rear as his other hand slid along her jaw, pulling her to look up at him as he shifted his hips, his body tucked into hers from the waist down. She closed her eyes and groaned softly, her body betraying her.