Chapter Four
Jackson
“All right, everyone. Listen up. We secured the funding from Delgado!”
My words were met with applause and excited cheers from my campaign team, and my executive assistant of nine years—Kaye Weathers—spoke up from beside me. “He means that he secured the funding,” she said proudly.
There were a few laughs, and then I told everyone to shush again. “Okay, before you all head off tonight, here’s what we need to quickly discuss: tech team, we need those official social media pages up and running by Monday. Paul, legal department needs to check all our files and papers again. And comms team—those media interviews need to be set up. Got it?”
Everyone nodded and murmured their agreement, and I smiled and left the conference room to head back to my office within the campaign headquarters. My head was pounding—it wasn’t easy working for the city council and running my own senate campaign—and I needed a damn glass of scotch after the day I’d had. Firstly, I had the meeting with the private donor, and that went well, but then I had to return to my usual city council work, and by god, the bureaucracy was driving me fucking insane. It was a wonder anything ever got done in this city at all.
The worst part was that all throughout the day, I hadn’t been able to get sweet young Lily Rubio off my mind. What was it about her? I only saw her for a few seconds this morning as I drove by.
But damn….those few seconds had an effect.
Maybe it was just the shock of seeing her all grown up that was doing my head in. Or maybe I was just fucked up and part of me subconsciously wanted revenge on the Rubio family for what Karen did, and that’s why I was fantasizing about ruining that sweet young innocence. Either way, she’d been playing on my mind all day. Those hips, those thighs, those eyes. Every inch of her.
I shut my office door and sat down with a sigh, my cock already hard again at the thought of Lily. Grabbing a tumbler from the desk in front of me, I filled it with scotch from the bottle I kept on the shelf behind me, and then I eased myself backwards, relaxing into the chair. Thoughts of Lily still flooded my head, and I loosened my belt and unzipped my pants as my cock pulsed and stiffened further, unable to resist the temptation. No one was going to come in here anyway; locks were invented for a reason.
Closing my eyes, I imagined what Lily’s tight little body would look like under her clothes. What it would be like to touch. Like magic my cock hardened even more, and I wrapped my fingers around it and began to pump along the shaft in slow, lazy strokes. I could see it all now. Firm, perky breasts with perfectly round pink nipples. Those nipples would swell under my touch, hardening to stiff nubs.
My hand began to pump faster as I imagined what I would do to Lily if she were mine. If she were my little toy. I wondered if she would even let me. If she’d be into it. Most women I came across weren’t. Don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t some sort of depraved sicko. I enjoyed sweet vanilla sex just as much as the next guy. Wouldn’t mind doing it every day if that’s what my girl wanted. But I had another side, too. A slightly kinkier side. Sometimes I needed control. To be in charge. To dominate. Be a man. That wasn’t so bad, was it?
Of course not. It was only natural.
When I thought of Lily naked, all I could picture was her tied down, gasping and begging as I slapped her ass red raw. Pounded her tight little snatch. Took her ass. Hard. Fast. She’d be squirming and whimpering with pain and pleasure, and she wouldn’t be able to move. Wouldn’t have an iota of control. That belonged to me and me only.
She’d be all mine. My perfect little pet.
Christ….
My fist wrapped tighter around my cock, pumping harder. Hot pleasure began to build in the base of my groin, and I let out a soft groan.
A sudden noise from the front of my office startled me, and my eyes flew open as I realized it was my door. Shit, did I forget to lock it? The thought of getting caught jerking it by a staff member was an immediate boner killer. I stood up straight and hurriedly zipped my pants back up as I saw Kaye entering, her violet-scented perfume lingering in the air. She froze when she saw me, and I realized my belt was still loose around my hips.
“Ate too much earlier at lunch,” I said by way of explanation, patting my stomach.
She smiled. “Urgh, I hate when that happens. I always have to take my pants right off after a big steak,” she replied.
I gave her a genial grin, wondering if she really bought my lie, or if she was just being polite. Probably the latter. There was a reason she’d been my exec assistant for so many years. She was good at her job, rarely asked questions, and most of all she was loyal. Too loyal, if you ever asked Jenna back when she was alive. She’d always suspected that Kaye had a serious thing for me, although I’d never seen evidence of any romantic interest myself. Sure, sometimes she made the odd flirty comment, but it was always in a joking way. That’s just what happened when two people worked closely together for a long time. Besides, she wasn’t my type at all. Too tall, too angular. Nothing wrong with that; just wasn’t to my taste. I preferred soft, petite women. Like Lily. So even if Kaye had ever been interested in me, she didn’t stand a chance.
“I’m heading off soon,” she continued. “I assume you are too?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“I just came to give you a message before then. A girl called for you about five minutes ago, right after the conference.”
I frowned. “A girl?”
She glanced down at the piece of paper she was holding. “Someone named Lily Rubio. Sounded young. Didn’t say why she was calling. Just asked me to ask you to call her back.”
My eyebrows shot up. Jesus, what were the odds? I’d literally just been thinking of Lily—well, jacking off to her, anyway—and suddenly she was calling my campaign office? Why? Had she seen me drive past this morning and randomly decided to give her dad’s old best friend a call? I couldn’t think why else she might call, although that didn’t seem like a decent explanation at all. Surely she must’ve noticed that Craig and I didn’t exactly hang out anymore.
“She leave a cell number?” I asked. I didn’t want to call the Rubio’s house line and risk Craig answering.
“Yes. Right here,” Kaye said, handing me a slip. She eyed me suspiciously. “Hot date?”
I shook my head. “No. It’s my best friend…I mean, Craig’s daughter. You remember Craig Rubio?”
Kaye nodded, her face not betraying any emotion. She’d been around well before the time of Jenna’s murder, so she knew exactly what happened back then. Jenna’s death had hit her pretty hard too, seeing as she knew her via working for me. She hadn’t been in to work for two weeks afterward. Not that I had, either. “Oh, yes. I wondered why her name sounded so familiar. I think I even met her a couple of times at some of your parties. She was just a little girl back then.”
“That she was,” I said. Not anymore.
“Why would she be calling?” Kaye asked with a frown. “You don’t see her father anymore. Not after…”
“No, I don’t,” I said sharply, cutting her off before she could say either Jenna or Karen’s name.
“Are you going to call her back?”
I hesitated. Honestly, I wasn’t sure. The darker part of me wanted to call her back, find out what she wanted. Maybe take what I wanted from her in return. But the better part of me knew it would be wrong to do so. Lily and Craig hadn’t done anything bad to me; they’d just been related to the wrong person at the wrong time.
“I’ll call back tomorrow,” I said, finally deciding on a path of action. I’d call her back in the morning when I wasn’t already one glass of scotch deep, and I’d calmly find out exactly why she was calling me before politely rebuffing her.
Whatever she wanted, I couldn’t give her.
I wouldn’t.
“All right. Now, I know you said you’re still full from lunch, so dinner is out of the question, but why don’t we go grab a drink at Zanzibar’s?” Kaye asked. “To celebrate the Delgado funding. It’s Friday, anyway. We deserve a nice night off.”
I wasn’t really in the mood for a night of drinking with my assistant, but I could use the distraction from more intrusive thoughts of the pretty little girl next door.
“Sure. I guess we can have a few drinks.”
Kaye’s cheeks pinked up, and for the first time, I wondered if maybe I’d been wrong about her all these years. Perhaps she did have a crush on me. It’d certainly explain why she’d been single for so long. At least I assumed she was; she’d never mentioned a boyfriend or girlfriend to me.
“Better make that just one drink,” I added, not wanting to give her the wrong impression if she did indeed have a crush.
But fuck, with Lily’s tight ass still playing on my mind on a loop, I was gonna need more than one drink tonight…