Free Scarlet by Tielle St. Clare

her
uniform gave her an extra boost of confidence. I can see that. I’ve developed
quite a fondness for scarlet undies.
     
    Cain left her wrecked, leaning against the shower wall,
trying to catch her breath, her legs trembling.
    The hot water continued to stream out of the shower and
Heather just soaked it up, letting it cover her body, soothe her sparkling
nerves. It wasn’t until she’d heard the hotel room door shut behind Cain that
she remembered—she had no clothes. Nothing except the dress.
    “Damn.” Her shoulders sagged forward. For someone who
plans events for a living, you didn’t plan this very well. But really, was
it that big of a deal?
    She had to put on the dress one more time, go to the mall,
get something sexy and hot, plus a few things she could actually walk around
in, then tonight, she’d invite Cain up to the room, the dress would fall off
and she’d be free forever.
    Unwilling to give up the luxury of being free, she climbed
out of the shower, dried off and stretched out naked on the bed. The scent of
Cain’s aftershave lingered on the pillows. Memories assailed her body and she
sighed, twisting on the cool sheets, savoring every sensation across her bare
flesh.
    Her mind wandered, filling in the blank spaces with thoughts
of Cain. The fantasy formed quickly in her head, his strong body naked beneath
hers as she rode his cock, taking him deep and hard with each stroke.
    She arched her back, letting her hair fall behind her and
tease the upper curves of her ass.
    “That’s it, sweetheart.”
    Dream Heather opened her eyes. The sexy security guard
Paxson knelt beside them, his huge hands softly stroking her skin, the backs of
his fingers flicking across her nipples.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. He gently kissed her
lips, so different from the strong demanding kisses from Cain but so sweet and
sexual she couldn’t resist the soft intrusion of his tongue. “So beautiful,” he
murmured again.
    Her nipples pulled up into tight peaks and Paxson
groaned. He bent down and drew the sensitive pad between his lips. He sucked,
the pressure matching the steady drive of Cain’s cock in her pussy. She—
    A soft knock made her bounce up, breathless, the tips of her
breasts hard and tight. The dream replayed in her mind. Cain and Paxson? Maybe teasing Cain in the shower hadn’t been such a good idea.
    “Housekeeping.” The voice called just as the doorknob
started to turn.
    “No!” She hurried and stood behind the door, peering out at
the little woman standing in the hall. “Um, just give me a few minutes and I’ll
get out of your way.”
    The woman nodded and Heather sighed. She closed the door and
leaned against it to calm her pounding heart. She quickly combed through her
hair, pulled it back into a messy bun and dragged on a fresh pair of panties.
She shivered as they caressed her pussy. The sleek red material felt even
sexier this morning, of course that was probably because she had memories of
Cain ripping the last pair off her.
    Heat rushed through her whole body. Damn, she’d gone from
one arousing dream to another.
    Moaning—a sound of dread not pleasure this time—she grabbed
the ugly dress off the floor. She took a deep breath and willed herself to put
it back on. At least now she knew how to get out of it.
    Her grin returned as she pulled the dress back over her hips
and felt the bodice tighten around her rib cage. When she wanted out of the
dress, all she had to do was seduce Cain.
    * * * * *
    Paxson clicked through the resumes. They were down two
security guards and he needed to get the positions filled. A few of the
applicants he knew from his days with the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police
Department.
    He wondered if they were, like him, just tired of it, tired
of working so hard and not making a difference? Or if they were just looking
for better pay, better hours and an air-conditioned office?
    He dismissed a couple as being assholes that he didn’t want
working