Chapter 3

Dancing had obviously been an outlet for Scarlett. Drake watched as her body moved seamlessly from one dance move to the next. He couldn’t look away. Her sexy curves had his full attention as the music pounded through the room while Scarlett danced for him.

Drake felt like Scarlett was dancing just for him, and there weren’t any other people in the room at all. His eyes locked onto hers, and she didn’t look away from him either. It was a delicious and seductive moment between the two of them.

He couldn’t dance. It wasn’t something that he tried to be good at, and no women he had dated before really cared. He stood on the dance floor with confidence and moved around a little with the music, but his full attention was on Scarlett. When he finally looked around at the other people on the dance floor, Drake realized that many people’s full attention was on her; in fact, there were at least six other men just waiting for Drake to step away so they could have their chances with one of the most beautiful women in the club.

He wasn’t going to step away, though. Drake was staying right there with Scarlett at his side as long as she wanted to dance. His original tiredness had worn off, and he was ready to dance the night away if that was what Scarlett wanted.

“You’re so delicious,” she said as her hands wrapped around Drake, and she kissed him.

After three drinks, Scarlett was in full party mode, and Drake loved it. She was letting herself loose a little, and he couldn’t have planned it any better. Scarlett always seemed so in control of everything she did; it was fun to see her having a good time. And Drake felt pretty damn privileged that Scarlett felt comfortable enough with him to let herself relax; he didn’t suspect she did that very often.

“I bet you taste delicious,” Drake whispered in her ear.

“Oh, shhh. You’re a bad boy.”

Scarlett turned around to go back out on the dance floor, but Drake grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass up against him. She continued to move and dance, but he held her body next to his. Drake didn’t care who was looking at them. He had Scarlett’s body up against his, and he was going to enjoy it as much as possible.

Slowly, he moved her hair away from her neck so he could gently kiss the back of her neck while she danced. The touch seemed to please her very much because she stopped moving so much and just pressed her body into his as close as she could. Drake made a mental note of her pleasure so he could kiss the back of her neck again later when they were naked in bed.

He took in a deep breath of her delicious scent as his body firmly reacted to her being next to him. Surely, she could feel how hard he was for her, but she didn’t reach back to tease him and didn’t acknowledge just how excited he was for her. Scarlett was perfectly happy to keep dancing and enjoying the evening, but Drake was desperate to get her home and into bed with him.

“Home? Are you ready to go home yet?” Drake asked in her ear.

She nodded her head, yes, and every nerve in Drake’s body felt like it was going to explode. He had waited so long to have her in his bed— they couldn’t get home fast enough. He was going to do things to her that she wouldn’t forget. The pleasure he planned to give Scarlett was going to make her fall head over heels in love with him; he just knew it.

They grabbed a cab and were at Drake’s front door in less than twenty minutes. Drake could have driven, but he didn’t want to. The idea of sitting in the back of a cab with Scarlett wrapped up in his arms was much more appealing to him than driving himself home. Scarlett was still dazed and dancing as they made their way into the house and up the stairs toward Drake’s bedroom.

“Oh, I’m sleeping in the big boy bed tonight?” Scarlett teased.

“You can sleep anywhere you’d like.”

Drake opened the bedroom door and pressed Scarlett gently against the wall as he leaned down to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him in a deep passionate kiss. Her lips were full and soft, and Drake couldn’t help questioning how they would feel wrapped around his throbbing member. But he had many different ideas of what he wanted to do first. Drake needed to taste every inch of her. He wanted to feel her soft skin on his lips as he made her explode with desire for him. There was nothing else that he needed besides making her feel the pleasure his body could give her.

Scarlett reached back and started to unzip her dress, but her fingers fumbled so Drake flipped her around. He grabbed her hips and pressed her ass back against him as his hands started on the zipper. Slowly he moved the zipper down, going only centimeters at a time as he thrust his hips toward her body, teasing her. There was no doubt that she could tell how badly he wanted her.

His hands slid the dress from her shoulders, and it fell to her ankles. Then Drake grabbed her panties and slid them down as well. Scarlett wasn’t wearing a bra and stood naked in front of Drake with her body pressed against the wall and her voluptuous ass teasing him.

“I want every inch of you,” Drake moaned as he started to kiss her bare back.

“Every inch, that sounds exhausting,” she joked.

“It might take all night long.”

“We better get started then.”

Drake fell to his knees and flipped Scarlett around all in one swift movement. Before she could protest, he flung her legs over his shoulders and pressed her hard against the wall as he stood up with her straddling his face. She wrapped her arms around his head and held on tight as he made his way over toward the large king-size bed.

“Oh, my gosh. Don’t drop me.” She giggled as he walked toward the bed.

Drake didn’t drop her until he reached the bed. Then he gently laid her down as his mouth started to caress her inner thigh. He took his time on her legs, kissing up and down each of them while he teased her and even himself a little. The anticipation of having her was so much that he couldn’t help but want to prolong it just a little bit longer.

“Is that the sun coming up?” Drake laughed as a little light shot through the curtains and onto the bed.

Scarlett didn’t respond right away. He lifted his head from the kissing of her thighs and found that Scarlett had fallen asleep. As he moved, she reached for his head to press him back toward her thighs, though. She wasn’t fully asleep but obviously very tired.

“How about we rest?” Drake whispered as he grabbed a pillow and slid it under Scarlett’s head.

They were in the middle of the bed with their legs hanging over the edge, but Drake slid next to Scarlett and wrapped his arms around her. He could wait until the morning. There was no rush, and a good night sleep would serve them both well.

“No, no, keep going,” she mumbled tiredly.

“We will continue in the morning.”

Drake gently kissed her cheek and pulled her naked body next to his as they fell into a deep sleep. He wasn’t exactly sure what time it was, but they had been up all night long, and he was just as tired as Scarlett. A few hours of deep sleep would suit them both completely.

By the time the sun had risen, there was a knock at his door that just wouldn’t quit. Drake heard the noise in his dream, and it took him a few minutes to get woken up enough to actually move. Whoever it was, was about to get yelled at.

“What!” he sternly exclaimed, flinging the door open.

“You don’t need to be pissy with me.”

“Samantha, what are you doing here?”

“You left me a message that you were looking for Scarlett, but then never answered your phone when I tried to call you back. I was worried.”

“Oh, she’s here,” Drake said, opening the door and flashing a quick glance of Scarlett in his bed.

Samantha’s face turned from agitation to something that Drake wasn’t familiar with at all. Her eyes widened; she bit onto her bottom lip, and Samantha instantly looked away from Drake’s gaze.

“Oh, um … alright. Well, I’m glad you found her. I’ll … um … be back tomorrow for your final events.”

“Is there anything I need to know for tomorrow?” Drake asked.

“Just be careful. There are a lot of women’s hearts at stake, and everyone’s going to be a little sad. I originally had planned a big orgy of fun, but I think all the women are too wrapped up in their feelings. We will do something fun, but not an orgy. If that’s alright with you.”

“Oh, God yes. I can barely manage one girl. I don’t need an orgy.”

“Do you know who you’ll be picking?” Samantha said in a whisper.

“I thought I did. But every day it changes. It’s going to be a very tough decision.”

Samantha turned to leave but then stopped and came back to Drake. She stood close to him, close enough that it made his attraction to her recognizable in his eyes, at least. It was impossible to ignore the thoughts running through his head when Samantha was that close to him. After years of working together, Drake thought he had worked through all his fantasies about Samantha, but they seemed to still be there.

“Remember, it’s not just about looks, okay?” Samantha said as she looked up at him. “You need a partner. Don’t pick a woman just because she looks good in a bikini. Please promise me you’ll put more thought into this.”

It was insulting that Samantha thought so little of Drake, but he couldn’t really blame her. He hadn’t worked very hard over the years to make wise dating decisions, but the week with all the women had changed him profoundly. He wanted more, and one of the women in his house at that very moment was going to be his match in the next step of his life.

“I’m taking it serious, Sam. Trust me.”

“I do trust you.”

Drake thought he saw a hint of a tear in Samantha’s eyes. She was being serious. It was clearly very important who he chose and that he took everything serious, but that was odd because she hadn’t thought he was going to find a match at all. Samantha didn’t seem like herself lately, and Drake didn’t know what to do about it. She was one of his best friends and not just his assistant. They needed to work through whatever was going on between them so they could continue on with life as it used to be. Drake just needed things to get back to the way they used to be between them.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Samantha said quietly as she turned to leave.

Drake lingered for a moment as he closed the door. He was going to make time to talk to Samantha when this was all over. He needed to smooth things out so they were friends again. Samantha had to continue to be part of his life—there was no other option for him.

“Who was that?” Scarlett said softly without opening her eyes.

“No one, let’s go back to sleep.”

A couple hours of sleep didn’t seem enough for him to function on any longer, and Scarlett looked absolutely perfect all wrapped up in the sheets. Drake wasn’t sure what plans Scarlett had for their day but was pretty sure a few more hours of sleep would serve them both well.

As he climbed back into the bed and wrapped his arms around Scarlett, Drake couldn’t stop thinking about Samantha. Something had changed between them over this week. Her hard and fast rule about them not having a relationship was clearly still intact, but Samantha seemed to be wavering on her commitment to that rule.

A strong feeling started to fill Drake’s gut. It was a familiar feeling, but one that he hated to have. Second guessing himself or feeling uncertain just wasn’t something Drake liked to deal with. In business, it hardly ever happened. In his personal life, he felt that pain in his gut every time he dumped a woman.

The week had been much more emotional than he had thought it would. But he needed to get over it. It was finally Scarlett’s day, and Drake was going to give her the undivided attention she deserved.

He stroked her hair softly as she lay on his chest. The soft, luxurious strands of her brown hair slid seamlessly through his fingers as he drifted off to sleep. He didn’t set an alarm; he didn’t care at all how long they slept. He was finally feeling content and his day with Scarlett could be spent totally in the bed with her; he was perfectly fine with that as an option.