Free Scarlet by Tielle St. Clare Page A

with his team but looked at the rest, sending notes to three of them about
interviews next week.
    He hated the administrative crap but it was part of the job.
He rolled his shoulders back, trying to ease the tension in his neck. He might
have overdone it at the gym that morning. He’d been working out his stress,
trying to get the cute redhead out of his brain. There were strict rules
against him hitting on the patrons, particularly ones who had been naked in his
office.
    It had been worse when Cain had joined him at the
gym—looking cheerful and well fucked.
    Paxson had refused any more details but the perpetual smile
on Cain’s face was enough to annoy him. Cain had spent the night fucking the
woman Pax had been dreaming about. Even now it was easy to recall how good she
looked, standing there, naked, except for a pair of panties. It was just a
short step to imagining her sliding those panties over her hips, doing a sexy
striptease just for him. His cock leapt against his fly.
    Unfortunately Cain’s overly sexed presence this morning
invaded his fantasy and there he was, leaning against the far side of the desk,
watching, telling Paxson to fuck her harder.
    Pax moaned and leaned back, trying to ease the pressure on
his dick. It didn’t matter. He was never going to see those panties or the
woman ever again.
    A soft knock on his door pulled him out of his thoughts. He
yelled for the person to come in and gulped when the woman in question poked
her head through the opening.
    He glanced down at the business card on his desk. Heather
Bremerton, Wedding Planner. He’d checked her out, and from all accounts, she
was just what she’d claimed.
    His upbringing made him stand even as he feared his hard-on
might break through his zipper. “Miss Bremerton.”
    “Hi.”
    Her lips spread into a soft smile and he could barely stop
his groan. Those pretty lips would look so good stretched around his cock. He
gave himself a shake.
    “How can I help you?”
    She pushed the door the rest of the way open and walked in.
She still wore the wedding dress, crumpled flowers and all, but now she carried
a dozen shopping bags as if she’d bought out half the stores at Fashion Show
Mall. “I think I left my business card case with you.”
    The white fluffy dress brushed against his guest chairs as
she approached. Strange, last night, she’d seemed almost frightened, had
practically cowered in the corner. But today, she boldly walked in and scanned
the top of his desk.
    She leaned forward. The front of the gown dipped low, so low
he could see her nipples. Tight and pink and perfect for his mouth. He wondered
if the pink matched the color of her pussy. He licked his lips. Damn, he loved
going down on a woman. Well, the right woman.
    “There it is.” She pointed one perfectly manicured finger to
the far side of his desk.
    He coughed and jerked his eyes away, finding the gold case
slid amongst the paper.
    “Thanks,” she said as she straightened up. As if it was
pulled by a magic string, her dress fell off her hips and sank to the ground
“My mother gave it to me and—” She gasped. “What the hell?” She stared down at
the pile of material on the floor. “That’s not possible.” She whipped around,
looking behind her. “Is Cain here?”
    “What? No.”
    She peered forward, her eyes squinting at the edges. “He’s
not hiding under the desk?”
    “Uh, no.”
    “Damn.”
    She seemed so casual about it. She hadn’t even covered her
breasts and damn it, Paxson couldn’t find the strength to look away. The clear
light of day hadn’t made them any less perfect. Not too big, they’d fit nicely
in his palms, those tight nipples rubbing against his skin. The red panties
still shielded her sex but with one quick tug, he could snap the thin string
and she’d be bare and he could be between her legs, licking—
    The pressure of his zipper digging into his cock snapped him
out of the fantasy. Wait, Cain liked her. Cain was meeting