Chapter 4

Ruby

Reading the journal, reliving every hot, steamy opportunity I had with Wyatt has me practically dripping wet in my leather chair. It’s a good thing I’m in black pants, or a wet spot might legitimately show.

Mr. Fentress has no idea I’m not actually working right now. But I can’t help it. I know I should be finishing this stuff up, but I just can’t put the damn book down long enough to concentrate!

The other issue is that the work is so dull that it almost puts me to sleep. But as my dad has repeated to me a million times, ‘you’ve gotta start somewhere’.

I pretty much consider myself a pro at parroting his favorite phrases at this point. If only he knew that my job consisted so much more of lying to my boss’s wife than gaining any kind of legal experience.

Speaking of the devil in an expensive suit…

“It’s gonna be a long night, Ruby dear,” Fentress announces as he happily plops a big ass stack of cases onto my desk.

I casually tuck my journal into the pull-out drawer of my desk.

“These cases are urgent and need to be inputted ASAP. Get it done before you go.”

“Mr. Fentress, I’ll be on my way to my vacation at three thirty today,” I explain, slightly pissed off. If it isn’t about making money or sex with one of his mistresses, he doesn’t hold onto anything. “Remember, I told you just a few minutes ago I’m leaving at three fifteen? You approved my time off request months ago…”

“Ah, Ruby, it slipped my mind. I was a little distracted this week, so forgive me there, dear, but these case files just can’t wait. I need you to stay. Tell your family you can meet them later.”

I know Mr. Fentress well enough by now. While he’s polite and considerate to me, it’s all strategic. This is a power move.

He’s trying to get a reaction out of me. He wants me to beg.

I work my face into a pout while I bat my chocolate brown eyes at my womanizing boss. Twirling a wavy lock of red hair between my fingers, I simply whine, “Please, Mr. Fentress. I really need the favor, just this once.”

He sighs and puts his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it slightly. Ironically, it’s the hand that houses his platinum wedding band. The same wedding band he removes to bang his pregnant mistress in his office. That one’s Ginger.

This time, my eye roll is just mental, another skill I’ve perfected since working here. He sighs heavily, as if the decision is killing him. Another game.

“Okay. Ruby.” He smiles wickedly. “You’re lucky you’re so fucking pretty.”

I’m shocked by the words. As someone who has a relatively commendable work ethic, it’s the fact that I’m pretty that gets me the time off.

Figures, right? I have to refrain from actually throwing up in my mouth.

“Otherwise, these case files couldn’t wait ‘til you returned. Tuesday, right?”

“Yes, Mr. Fentress. I’ll be here bright and early on Tuesday. Thank you,” I say, smiling politely.

“You have a good time. Relax and get yourself a nice tan. You work hard.” He winks. Ugh. This is a man who can make anything sound dirty.

Seriously, I feel like I need a shower after talking to him most of the time.

I fake laugh. “Will do!”

“Get as much work done as you can before you leave,” he orders, putting his hands in the pockets of his slacks. His tone becomes serious. “I’m going to be out for a bit. Hold my calls. Tell Mrs. Fentress I’m, uh, meeting with a client.”

I nod my head in agreement. When he removes his hands from his pockets and begins to walk off, I notice he is no longer wearing his wedding ring.

I’m thankful he’s leaving, so I can roll my eyes and call him a douchebag under my breath in peace.

Why do these dirty old men stay married if all they’re gonna do is fuck around anyway? Is sex really that complicated?

I probably won’t ever find out. I mean, I’m pretty, and I get hit on often, but I’ve never met a guy I liked enough to go all the way with—aside from my teenage crush.

There’s always something wrong with them. Guys are all psycho stalkers, cheaters, or there just isn’t a spark.

I want that can’t-live-without-you spark like in the movies. Does that ever really happen?

Before I can begin to think of an answer to my own question like a true crazy person, my phone starts buzzing. When I pick it up, I read a text message from my father and immediately drop the phone onto the file I’d opened from Mr. Fentress’s stack.

My eyes triple in size while I hold my hands over my open mouth. It’s an FYI text saying that Wyatt will be joining us at the lake house, and that he will be riding with Jake and me.

Okay, Ruby. Don’t freak out.

Of course, I fail to follow my own advice. I’m freaking the hell out.

The last time I saw Wyatt, I was a brace-faced, flat-chested, awkward teenager who did nothing but write about him in my diary. And while I’m a fully formed, attractive woman now…

Wyatt’s military-trained ass is probably out of my league.

God, I bet he can have any girl he wants. With those deep blue eyes and rocking ass body, I bet he has a different chick in his bed every night.

His is the one bed I wouldn’t mind spending the night in. I close my eyes and lean my chair as far back as it will go while I free my mind up to imagine Wyatt’s hands all over my body.

Squeezing my tits, caressing my back, rubbing my clit. I bet he’d be incredible. He’s the one I’d want that feeling from, the one in the movies.

I hear my computer chime, alerting me of a new email, and I remember I’m at work. I try to keep my eyes shut, squeezing them closed as much as I can.

I’m at the part of my fantasy where Wyatt kisses up my thighs, slowly making his way to my soaking wet pussy. I need to see how it ends. I need to see his head there, in between my legs, eating me like a piece of fruit.

I need to feel like it’s possible—although I know it isn’t.

I let out a frustrated grunt and open my eyes. I have to blink a few times before my desk comes into my full focus again.

“Sorry, Mr. Fentress. I ain’t getting shit done today,” I whisper under my breath to myself while I pull my journal back out of my drawer to add a whole new entry. New vacation, new entry, right?

I can’t believe he’s coming to the lake house with us after all this time. I didn’t even know he’d been back in town.

I bet he’s bigger and sexier than ever. Wyatt had always played sports and had a great body, but I heard that Navy SEAL training is insane.

His muscles probably have muscles on top of other layers of muscles like The Rock. He could probably lift me up over his head to sit me on his shoulders while licking me up.

I’m sure he got so big and strong, he’d never get tired. He’d just go on and on all night, stroking my tight little pussy with his huge cock. I know it’s big; I saw the imprint when he and Jake played one-on-one basketball.

My parents always wondered why I’d sit there, watching them play. I lied about enjoying the sport. Really, I liked watching Wyatt’s junk move around while he ran up and down the court in those silky shorts.

I hope they challenge each other to a game during this trip. Wyatt would get all hot and sweaty and take his shirt off.

He’d have one of those sexy Navy tattoos on his chest. He’d stop dribbling mid-game when he noticed I was watching. And he’d profess a love that had been torturing him for years. A love for his best friend’s sister.

I can’t help but laugh at my own cheesy fantasy. That little kiss we shared years ago was nothing for him. And there’s no way he’d dwell on it for so long like I have.

I realize I’ve lost track of time when my brother texts me to say he and Wyatt are on their way to pick me up.

Damn, it’s 3:05 already!

I spent the entire workday thinking about fucking Wyatt. I switch the camera on my phone to selfie mode and reapply my lipstick.

I’ve gotta look good when Wyatt sees me.