Rhys's fiancee (2)

Rhys's fiancee (2)
Future Mrs. Redmond doesn’t spare me an extra glance before strutting past me in her high heels, leaving a whiff of expensive perfume.

When I show her to Rhys’s office, he speaks without looking at me. "Close the door."

Jerk. Does he have to act like I’m the one who threw myself at him? Sure, my fantasies may have fueled whatever insanity was going on between us, but he wasn’t drunk or oblivious. He knew he was engaged.

I silently shut the door and return to my desk, only for the phone to ring within seconds. I guess his future wife wants me to go out and buy more coffee to serve her. Or I’m getting told off for upsetting her.

I’ve thought up an excuse, but when I answer the call, all I hear is a gruff "Did I ask you to leave?"

I think back to the last several minutes. When he said to close the door, did he mean without leaving?

Thank you for the detailed instructions, Mr. Redmond.

When I go back to his office, the supermodel is not sitting on his lap like I dreaded. She is on the plush couch, magazine in hand, with one leg crossed over the other at the knee.

She looks up with a more radiant smile. "Miss Davidson, you are back."

Rhys glares at her. "Allow me to introduce my sister, Ava Redmond."

Sister?

What happened to their engagement?

Something must be wrong with his vocabulary because there is nothing sisterly about this woman. Even if she is not his fiancée by choice, she has to be at least one of those brides forced on him by his family.

I must have been gawking at her for far too long because she stands. "Don’t look for the resemblance; you will not find any. I was adopted. It’s nice to meet you, Kira."

Even when she shakes my hand, I know the last thing she feels is pleased. A million possibilities have started swirling through my mind, from her thinking no woman is good enough for her brother to straight up being in love with him and seeing me as a competition. After all, adoptive siblings don’t have any genetic relationship and can marry.

"Don’t mind me, I just like playing around," she assures me. "But I have never seen Rhys so protective over a woman before. You must have a golden vagina."

"Ava!" Rhys barks.

She smiles at me and sits, once again ignoring my presence. I don’t even know why I was called back here.

"Do you have something to say?" he asks, and I assume he is talking to her.

Ava says, "Father wants you to attend the Crystal Enterprises banquet. Don’t bring a plus one."

As she says the second part, her eyes linger on me, as though she is scared I might want to tag along. Lucky for her, I am not interested. All I want to do after these tiring days at the office is slump into bed and forget my woes for as long as possible.

"Is there anything else?" he asks.

"That will be all." She stands to leave, deliberately bumping me with her shoulders.

She waited an hour just to say that?

Her footsteps have yet to disappear into the distance when Rhys rests his stern eyes on me. "Come here."

"Sister, huh?" The bite of pain in my voice is unintentional. Who am I to care? The Redmond family affairs are a complication I don’t want to associate myself with, anyway. The less I know, the safer I will be.

Rhys nods to the door. I lock it and go over to him.

When I am within his reach, he grabs my hand and pulls me to his side, pinning me against the desk. "What was that?"

My boobs are pressed against the cold wooden surface. I know my skirt has ridden higher and he can probably see my panties. The mere thought of it is enough to cloud my thoughts, making me nearly forget the fiasco a few moments ago.

"What was what?"

Rhys’s palm lands on my backside. "You acting like a jealous girlfriend in the presence of my sister."

I want to turn and smack him in the face. Is he blind? "Well, your sister looks at you like she would like to peel your clothes…"

He spanks me, cutting off my words. He stands, pressing down my back so my chest is smothered by the desk. The cold sensation is a stark contrast to the warmth on my ass.

Rhys slides a hand under my skirt, parting my thighs as his big palm caresses the insides. I want to stop him. Whatever game this is, it should end here. We are different than I anticipated, and if anyone’s going to get hurt, it will be me.

But when his fingers graze my pussy through my wet panties, all I can do is squirm in pleasure. I missed having his hands on me more than I would ever admit.

This once, I promise myself.

Just this once. After today, I will cut any unprofessional ties with him.