by Pamela Ann
It was on a Thursday, and I was doing my usual round of refreshments in his office when he emerged from the door with this stunning woman draped on his arm. I was in the middle of rearranging the porcelain pot and the fresh cream when they surprised me with their enamored presence, so I spilled a little cream on the tray. Obviously, I was beyond shocked. I wasn’t exactly the poised kind, nor was I elegant, so I was pretty sure I appeared inexperienced and unprofessional. If it were Steph or Denise, they would have handled it with effortless elegance.
Before I could beat myself up for my major blunder, Ivy decided to take charge of the situation while Cruz remained cool as a cucumber.
“Serena, right? I’ve heard so many things about you. It’s about time we finally meet. I’m Ivy, Cruz’s fiancée.” Ivy was a tall, long-legged brunette who screamed heiress by her practiced smile, the slight tilt of her head, and the soft-spoken voice she addressed me with.
As much as I wanted to study how well they went together, I was more worried about what she had just said.
So she had heard things about me? Uh, such as what, exactly?
“It’s great to meet you, too, Ivy.”
“Why don’t you join us for coffee, Serena? I’d love to know more about you,” she offered, leaving me disconcerted.
“Serena is busy, Ivy,” Cruz instantly interrupted, barely glancing at me. “I’m sure she has better things to do.”
I did, like stomp his balls into the ground for being a coward and a hot jerk rolled into one.
Still donning my awkward smile, I merely nodded in agreement. “Yes, Mr. Elliot is correct. I have all these papers stacked on my desk. You know, work and stuff …” I was rambling whatever else I could think of, anything to get away from this awful situation.
I rapidly bid them good-bye, uncaring how it made me look. The second I got away, I made a beeline towards the bathroom, needing to hide from the shame that seized me.
Someday … Someday, I could look at him without feeling any of these emotions, and I couldn’t wait until that happened. I was sick to my stomach at the thought of how I had thrown myself at him and how he had graciously declined my advances.
I stayed a while in the bathroom until I felt safe to come out. Emerging, I searched for Denise and explained I was feeling ill and that, if she didn’t need me for the rest of the day, I would rather be excused to go home and rest it off.
She understood and didn’t give me a problem. Therefore, at three in the afternoon, I found myself in the bedroom, in bed, with my eyes wide open, wondering how things had become so shitty. It had begun as an exciting adventure, and now it wasn’t.
A loud knock on the door made me lose my breathing.
Before I could move, it was pushed open, and in came Archer with a confident, cocky grin splayed across his face.
“I heard you were feeling under the weather.” He lifted his hand, wiggling the glass filled with amber liquid in it.
Upon seeing him stroll into my bedroom, I instantly sat up, frowning as my eyes studied what was in his hand. “Uh, what’s that?”
“A shot of whiskey. Believe me; you’ll be good as new. It’s brilliant, really. I use it for anything.” Archer moved towards my bed, handing me his charming cure for all sickness.
Snickering as I took the glass and cradled it with both hands, I sent him a grateful smile. “I’m sure you use it without needing a reason.”
His playful grin grew, drawing my undivided attention. “Ah, love, you know me too well. Now drink up, and then let’s get out of here.” Typical Archer move, free-spirited and always on the move for the next adventure.
I raised my brow at him. “Where to?”
“Anywhere but here. You need some cheering up, me thinks,” he said, lying on my bed, displaying his toned body while he stared at the ceiling, whistling to his own tune.
I was too distracted by his random actions, so I forgot the drink he had brought me until he told me to drink up. I knew, without a doubt, I would be grossed out by the taste of it, but I didn’t let it deter me. Archer was right; I did need some cheering up, and I could get my cheering sooner once I downed the strong drink.
Just as expected, the second I tipped my head back to drink it to the last drop, I squirmed from the horrid taste, swallowing it all, anyway.
“Fuck, that was gross.”
“Atta, girl.” He cocked his head towards me before sending me a wink. “Now that we have that over and done with, get your bathing suit on. We’re going swimming while we watch a fun movie.”
I paused, grinning at him. “Swimming? Where?” His spontaneous personality was infectious.
“Didn’t you know? No one gave you the grand, ol’ tour, eh? There’s a pool downstairs, next to the gym,” he drawled amused at my reaction.
There was a gym, and I had no idea about it? Damn.
“Give me five. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
I barely glanced at him as I jumped out of bed, skittering towards my closet. I plucked out my two-piece suit then slammed the door shut to my bathroom. I was naked in a flash before shimmying myself into my matching jade green bottoms then tying the straps of the suit around my neck. Checking myself out in the mirror, I was pleased to find I looked pretty good with my toned abs and pert breasts. Not to mention, the jade color made my green eyes stand out even more, making them vibrant and intense.
“Okay, I’m done!” I announced as I stepped out of the bathroom, ready to have a lazy afternoon.
The second Archer saw me, he simply stared for a while, and then he gave a long, drawn out whistle. “Fuck me, Serena. I don’t think it’s possible to go for a swim, after all. I don’t think the cool water can cure what’s going on with me at the moment.”
Ah, freaking Archer, seriously? This wasn’t the damn time to get turned on.
“It’s not as if you haven’t seen a woman in a bathing suit, so stop being a pervert for a second and just have fun with me, please? It was you who came in here, promising some cheering up, so don’t give me this stupid excuse.”
He gave a hearty laugh then cleared his throat, seeming serious all of a sudden. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, but I give you my word: I won’t do anything that might not please you.”
“That’s good enough, I guess,” I said, rolling my eyes at him. “Can we go now, pretty please?” I begged just as he rolled out of bed and gave me a look that indicated exactly how much he wanted me.
For some reason, this didn’t bother me. I was used to guys finding me attractive; consequently, Archer was not any different. Well, maybe with the exception that he was more good-looking than most men out there.
Chapter 77
W
hat type of movies do you like?” Archer asked while I did a three-sixty of my surroundings.
I had never been in such opulent settings. I mean, there was rich, and then there was wealthy. This was the latter, and good God, I was speechless.
The pool stretched from corner to corner, and across from it was the super high tech gym, which was separated by floor-to-ceiling glass walls. Everything was done tastefully, and I couldn’t help being impressed at how the other folks lived.
When the projector appeared, I glanced at Archer, a little curious. “How do you people live like this on a daily basis? It just blows my mind.”
Archer stopped whatever he was doing, looking at me and riotously laughing. “Oh, Serena love, I honestly don’t know how to respond to that without sounding like a privileged snob.”
“Point taken.” I beamed at him before I strolled towards him as he held the remote, shuffling through the movie catalogue. Then he handed it to me so he could go to the bar and scour for alcoholic beverages.
“What’s your choice of poison, love?” Archer asked as he opened the bar fridge.
With my eyes glued on the screen, weighing in if I wanted to do a zombie movie or a romantic comedy, I managed to respond, “Hmmm … Surprise me.”
Archer brought two bottles with him
—a vintage champagne and vodka. Obviously, he kept the fiercer drink to himself before handing me the bubbly potion.
“No glass?” I stared at the expensive label.
He made a cute, hunky wink. “I can’t seem to find one, so we’ll share and swap bottles to satisfy our thirst, and I’m such a bloody flirt believing that, by doing so, we just made the first step to getting intimate.”
Same old, same old. I had to give him credit, though; the man was persistent.
“Ha, you’re too cocky. All this talk and I get the feeling you won’t even come close to satisfying me.” Teasing and provoking men was my strong suit, though I wasn’t known for pulling the trigger … well, with the exception of the oldest Elliot brother. That was a random, isolated incident for sure.
As much as I wanted to ponder about the oldest brother, the younger one was busy trying to win my undivided attention.
“Is that a challenge, Serena? Because I’ll bite if you want me to; just say the word,” he baited.
“It’s like that, huh?” I wasn’t necessarily seasoned, but growing up in LA made flirtation normal, like a prayer. Everyone did it like it was part of their daily routine.
“You have no idea how arduous it is to be this close yet not sample the sweetness.” His finger caressed the side of my arm, brushing upwards, reaching towards the base of my neck.
I swallowed hard. His eyes looked intense as he watched my breasts rise and fall from his touch.
“Archer!” A loud, booming sound echoed throughout the basement, making me freeze with horror.
My eyes were wide with shock as his voice sent electrifying shivers down my spine.
Cruz. He was here and had most likely witnessed that impromptu exchange. Fuck the fuck. I just couldn’t catch a break today whenever it concerned him. Damn it.
“Can we help you?” Archer asked with an exasperated voice.
I took a breath then a couple more. Then I took a few more before I braved it out and directed my eyes towards where he was, and when I did, I felt something fierce, something violent. My emotional response confirmed how much work I had put into trying to get over the damn man.
. Whatever it took, I had to do it. Meeting Ivy had slapped me back to the reality of the situation. She wasn’t simply a name any longer or the forgotten fiancée. When I thought of her, I could put a face to the name, and it made it all the more real to me.
“What the bloody fuck do you think you’re doing, Archer?” He stood, looking down at us with the steady gaze of a panther waiting for its opponent to make the next move before attacking with a deadly blow. His dominating presence alone spoke volumes. All he did was stand there, yet he emanated power like no other. Steadfast with his hands in his pocket, his eyes didn’t waver from his brother.
“What?” Archer quipped back, obviously rankled at Cruz’s uninvited presence. “Are we not behaving up to your standards?”
Keeping his cool, Cruz didn’t move from his spot, but his displeasure was unmistakable in his eyes.
“I’m not in the mood to be trifled with, Archer. You know quite well what I’m capable of doing if you keep defying me.”
“You’re a fucking controlling bastard!” Archer was immediately inflamed at his brother’s dominating display of power.
Instead of engaging Archer in another round of threats, he chose a different route. “I need to speak to Serena alone,” he emphasized, issuing a request that sounded more like a demand.
“Why? So you can warn her not to be in my presence? She and I were getting on quite well without your interference.” Archer wasn’t ready to back down just yet, but it was obvious his big brother had the upper hand.
“Are you done with your spiel?” Cruz remained as calm as a cucumber, though his eyes portrayed the opposite.
Looking as though he was about to pop like a well-shaken champagne bottle, Archer took a few short breaths before sending me a severe gaze. “I’ll be waiting for you in my bedroom. Come to me whenever you’re done here.” He parted without a glance at Cruz, who seemed to resemble a ticking time bomb by the time his younger brother exited the pool area, temporarily banished.
I was screwed, and I knew it
The tension grew, and just when I thought I couldn’t take any more of it, Cruz decided to break the growing pressure by clearing his throat.
“Do you always feel the need to flaunt your body whenever there are men around, Serena?”
Oh, hell to the no!
Instead of feeling remorseful for whatever fault he thought I had done, his sardonic comment brought out the bitch in me.
“Yeah, Cruz, ’cause this all I’ve got going. Can’t you tell?”
His jaw locked while his eyes heatedly studied my body, making my nipples hurt.
“Stop staring at me!” I snapped, ready to match fire with fire.
“My brother was doing the same thing, but you had no qualms then,” he said in a measured tone, making me wonder what he truly thought of me.
“Maybe I like your brother better.” With my claws out, I decided that, if he was ready to draw blood, I was ready to go an eye for an eye.
His silvery gaze turned dark, unmistakably displeased. “Is this what I think it is, Serena?”
I blinked a few times. “What do you mean by that, Cruz?” I feigned innocence.
“You and my bloody brother!” His contained anger began to crack, giving me a glimpse of the man underneath the controlled temper and emotions.
I swallowed what little moisture was left in my mouth, weighing how to proceed without damaging our already tattered relationship.
“What you saw—”
“Are you shagging him!” he thundered out.
Did he just ask me that? Fucker.
My nostrils flared as I wondered if I should kick him in the balls or punch his face for insulting me like I was a second-class hooker. Regardless, as much I wanted to flow with my emotions, something made me change my tune by deflating the situation.
“Cruz, I think you’re out of line,” I tried to calmly reason with him, but he wasn’t willing to.
“I am not bloody out of line, Serena. We both know that. How could you simply go from kissing me to shagging my brother?” he huffed, beyond enraged. “Are you punishing me? Is that it?”
“Punish you? What are you fucking talking about! I don’t want to punish anyone.” I wasn’t that type. I wasn’t the kind to hold a grudge. My parents taught me better than that. If that was what he thought of me, then he was sorely mistaken.
“Tell me what this is all about, then.” Cruz pressed.
Carefully placing the champagne bottle on the nearest flat surface, I strolled a few steps so I was inches away from his infuriated form, facing him head on with my arms folded underneath my breasts. I was willing to use whatever weapon at hand so he could feel what he was accusing me of—punishing him.
“Has it ever occurred to you that I might just like Archer’s company? Or that he’s so fun to be around that I can joke around and be myself with him? Or how refreshing it is to be around someone who doesn’t take himself seriously? Did any of those enter your rational mind at all, Cruz, before you started accusing me of shit?” If he wants to go in circles, then let’s have at it. I had all the time in the world.
For a second, he seemed distracted as his eyes repeatedly glanced at my overly abundant display of flesh. “He wants you,” he rasped out, seeming aroused and angry at the same time.
Feeling empowered by his evident reaction, I reinstated some of my confidence.
“So? What’s your point here?” Liking and wanting someone weren’t a crime. Besides, he was making a big deal out of nothing. He was just being a control freak.
“Shouldn’t you be at least worried? You can’t honestly lead the man on, knowing full well you want me.”
I choked a little. What the fuck?
“Well, that’s fresh coming from you, but to answer your question, I don’t know. What I do know is that I’m attracted
to him, and if that leads to something, then great. I’m just having fun, as you kindly suggested I should.”
My words sent him into a tizzy.
“I won’t condone that. Not here, not now! Most importantly, not under my watch,” he grated out, setting the rules once again.
“Fine, I’ll make sure to remember not to do anything with anyone in your mom’s house. Anything else I should remember?”
“If my brother does anything, I ask you to put a stop to it.”
“What if I can’t? What then?” I was playing with fire, and I knew it.
“No, you will. You have no other choice.” He took a step closer to me, his silver eyes storming.
“Oh, yes, I fucking do. It’s my life, my body. I’m free to share it with whomever I want.” No one, not even a man I secretly adored, would dictate my actions.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
I was my own woman, and I would stand by my conviction. “You don’t have any right to tell me what and what not to do.”
“You’re fucking mine! You’re mine! You became mine the second you bloody chose to kiss me like I was the best thing you’ve ever had. You chose me! Me, not him. You chose me, Serena!”
“No …” I shook my head, denying everything he had said as I noted the shift in him and the way his eyes seemed to look brighter by the second. “Cruz—” I gasped before I felt his lips crash into mine, hungrily consuming me while his hands possessively held me captive.
I was floored. How could kissing be potently beautiful and sinful at the same time?
His hands eagerly sought and cupped my breasts, massaging them, while his tongue hungrily took everything it could, as if he wanted each breath, each lick, each kiss to be all his.
The emotions he evoked in me were terrifying. We seemed to be drawn to each other, even though it was obvious how much he tried to contain it, control it. Now that he had failed to, what would happen?
The realization of the aftermath brought me back to my senses.
