A severe-looking woman escorts me inside of Kaden’s office, and pointedly says to Kaden, "Don’t forget the meeting at eleven," before closing the door behind her. I’m thinking she doesn’t approve of me, although I’m not sure why. Does she blame me for Kaden spending the weekend in jail? It wasn’t exactly like I asked him to break the cop’s windshield or something. 

Speaking of, I really have no idea why he did that. Turning to Kaden, who is relaxing in his chair behind his desk, I decide I’m going to ask him point blank. There’s no point in me beating around the bush. Right? Right. Before I can start in on my interrogation, though, he preempts me.

"Hi, I’m Kaden Charles," he says, coming around the corner of the desk, his tall, muscular form towering over me as he reaches out to shake my hand. 

"Hi…hi," I stutter. "Britt…Brittney Bartlett." I sound like an idiot, but being up close and personal to Kaden, I am pretty much completely incapable of speaking. We clasp hands and jolts run up my arm, setting me on fire.

Holy shit!

I stare, open-mouthed, up at him. I probably resemble some sort of goldfish, my mouth gaping and then closing rhythmically, but hot damn if I can do a thing about it.

He pulls his hand back, tucking them into his slacks as he leans against the desk, and I find that I can breathe a little easier now. Note to self: Don’t touch him and also expect to be able to talk.

"So what brings you to my office?" he asks casually. How can he be so cool? So casual? Is this a one-sided electrical storm that I’m experiencing here?!

"I just wanted to thank you…I just wanted to know…I need to ask – did you break that cop’s windshield to help me out?" I finally sputter out.

I know it sounds awfully prideful of me to think that someone would break the law just to help me out, but nothing else makes sense. Kaden Charles wasn’t exactly the kind of guy to hop in and out of the clink on a regular basis.

"Eh," he says, shrugging. "I was bored. His windshield was right there. I didn’t have anything better to do, so I just picked up a rock and shucked it. The waving and blowing a kiss was just for fun." He grins mischievously at me.

"Really?" I just stare at him, totally perplexed. Okay, so maybe I am starting to get a little big for my britches, because I really thought that he’d done it on purpose. Well, on purpose to help me out.

To know that he’s the kind of person who goes around smashing windshields because they’re bored? Like, what kind of a loser does that? I know, I know, I was peeing on a pile of napkins in a back alley at four in the morning, and thus, I really shouldn’t be judging anyone right now, but c’mon. That was the most law-breaky thing that I think I’ve ever done in my life. For fuck’s sakes, I even turn in my library books on time!

Bottomline? As drop-dead sexy as Kaden Charles is, we don’t have a damn thing in common with each other. Which sucks ass, ‘cause if I feel that many sparks just by shaking his hand, imagine what I’d feel if his hand was on my pussy…

But, whatevs. I’m not about to start hanging around a criminal, no matter what he does to my ability to breathe. 

Stiffly, I say, "Well, thanks for the inadvertent help, then. Good day." I turn away and head for the door.

"Wait! Stop!" he calls out.

"You’ve got an 11 o’clock appointment," I remind him without turning around. I can’t bear to look at him again. How could my hormones be that off? If I look at him, I just might give in and say, "Okay, blowjobs for everyone!"

"Brittney, I’m sorry!" He reaches out and touches my shoulder, sending shocks down my arm and back.

Dammit! Why oh why do I have to feel this way about a common criminal?! At least on my side, the sparks are so huge, we’re in imminent danger of starting a wildfire in Oklahoma. I cannot believe that my body would betray me like this.

Bad Brittney, bad!

"I was trying to play it cool," he says, his hand still on my shoulder. He’s stroking it lightly with his thumb, sending jolts through my body. "I just didn’t want to seem too eager. The truth is, I was kind of stalking you."

Okay, that got my attention. I turned around and stared up, up, up at him (WHO MAKES PEOPLE THIS TALL?!) and glare. "You what?!" I gasp. I mean, if I’m going to have a stalker, Kaden is defs the one I’d pick, but still…I can’t believe he said that.

"I watched you out on the dance floor – you’re amazing, by the way. When you dance, you’re just gorgeous. I was just about to ask you to dance when the club finally shut down for the night, kicking us all out. I heard the…uhhh…pee discussion—" okay, my face is flaming red right now, "—and so when the cop spotted you guys, I knew you were going to get in trouble. I didn’t know what to do, so I just reacted. I grabbed a loose brick on the ground and shucked it as hard as I could at the windshield."

He shrugs. "I didn’t realize at the time that I’d spend the weekend in jail, but it was worth it, because you’re here in my office. I thought I was going to have to haunt the club for the next month, hoping to see you."

"Really?" I breathe, staring up at him. I’m in shock. I mean, I thought he’d done it to help me, but hearing it was different. Hearing it made it real.

"I’d planned on stopping by on the way home and slipping a hundred to the bartender to keep an eye out for you and call me if you showed up again."

"Really???" Okay, so I know that I wasn’t all excited about being stalked by him like five minutes ago, but hearing that he was willing to pay $100 just to be told the next time I showed up at a nightclub was…flattering.

My heart is running like a triphammer and I’m back to feeling the sparks.  ALL the sparks. We’re probably the cause of wildfires burning in the wilds of Idaho right now.

"Yeah, really," he says quietly, smoothing my hair back. "Truth is, I’ve never been in jail before. I’ve never broken the windshield of a cop car before. I even turn in my library books on time."

"Now wait a minute!" I say, putting my hands on my hips and just staring at him. "Are you seriously trying to tell me that you check out books from the library??"

"My mom was a librarian and I grew up playing in the stacks," he says with a modest shrug of the shoulders. "They are the great equalizers in our society. Everyone can afford a library card. I don…I help the New York Library system out as I can." 

I am just sure he had been about to say "donate." I’m suddenly really curious if he donates anonymously or if he puts his name on every donation plaque in the building. Somehow, I’m guessing it’s the former.

"Wow," I breathe, reaching up and smoothing his hair back. Turnabout is fair play and all that. "It sounds like the New York Library system is lucky to have you around."

"Well, I don’t know about that," he says, looking uncomfortable. I’m now willing to bet next year’s income on the fact that he’s making every donation anonymously. 

"I think that this sort of thing should be rewarded," I say with a lascivious smile. 

"Oh you do, do you?" His breathing is suddenly a little unsteady and I silently celebrate my victory. After the havoc that he’s been playing with my stomach and the twerking butterflies that have taken up residence there, it’s about time I pay him back in kind.

"Yeah, I do."

I risk a glance downwards and find that Mr. Kaden Charles, Boy Wonder, is sporting a hard-on that would probably be visible from space. God, he looks massive. Suddenly, I wonder if I’m even going to be able to do it – get my mouth wrapped around his cock.

Only one way to know for sure, right?

I drop to my knees in front of him, and unbuckle his belt and then unzip his pants. His hiss of breath tells me what I want to know – he wants it as much as I do.

Time to give him what he wants. I think after all he’s done, he deserves it, right?

Right.

I pull his boxer-briefs down and stare in disbelief at the largest dick I’ve ever seen.