I wonder if that’s one of the reasons—well, beyond the obvious physical ones, which are tremendous—that I’m so drawn to Con. Con will fight for and protect his own—being around him gives me a sense of security and safety. I desperately want to belong to him, and for him to belong to me. More than anything I want to be his little girl, Daddy’s girl. Just thinking about him makes me feel equal parts horny and safe—but there’s also that edge, that danger to Con and what he needs and desires that calls to the wildness in me. I know I can give him what he wants—because I want it, too.
I step out of the shower and am drying off when my dad yells, “Willow! Can you get down here? There’s a delivery guy here and he says he has our food order. Where did you put the cash? Also, what did you think of Grant Pharmaceuticals?”
“Give me a moment, I’m coming!” I sigh, quickly pulling on sweats. So much for hoping he can for once take care of things himself. I grab my bag and fish out the necessary cash before heading downstairs. I can’t wait for tomorrow to come and for the next step in my campaign. Con won’t know what hit him.
CHAPTER 5
CON
I raise an eyebrow when I find Tim already waiting for me at the office the next morning. Tim gets in early, but I’m usually the first one there. I mutter, “Good morning,” although it’s not—I barely got any sleep last night, and what little sleep I did get was only after jacking off to salacious thoughts of Willow, this time adorned in nipple clamps and a sheer baby-doll dress as I pound her against the windows facing Central Park. Of course, that meant I dreamt of her, which meant when I woke my morning hard-on was even harder than normal, which meant another jacking off session followed by a cold shower where I cursed Willow and my stupid prick to hell and back.
Needless to say, I’m in a foul mood.
He follows me into my office wearing a somber expression. We’ve worked together for years and he knows me better than anyone. While Willow might think I’m pissed at her, Tim recognizes thwarted, frustrated lust when he sees it. I brace myself for a lecture—even though I deserve it, I won’t like what he’s going to say. And I don’t, but it’s not what I’m expecting.
“I got bad news last night. My sister called—my grandfather had a stroke. The good news is that it was a minor one, but he’s asking to see me so I need to move up my holiday plans and leave early—this afternoon if possible.”
I break out in a cold sweat. I’m not prepared to be alone with Willow. My control is thinner than a strand of hair. It’s going to snap at any moment. I want to say no, but Tim’s normally happy face looks stressed. He’s not even wearing one of his festive ties.
“Go. And don’t worry about using more of your vacation days to cover the extra time.” Tim’s been planning his Christmas visit to his family for months, but I know he’s been uncertain of his welcome—his family, especially his grandfather, is more conservative and is not comfortable with Tim being out. Hopefully, this is a sign the grandfather is finally accepting of who Tim is.
“Thanks, Con, I appreciate that. I’ll see if I can change my flight to something leaving today.” He opens his mouth but then closes it and pauses before continuing, obviously choosing his words carefully. “I hate to leave you on such short notice, but Willow’s been great this past week. I don’t think she’ll have a problem keeping up…unless you would prefer to have someone else filling in while I’m out?”
I suppress a shudder. Once Tim is gone, I will be alone with her and her seduction games. When I think about the torment ahead of me…
I remind myself again of the reasons I’m holding out against her—she’s just an innocent kid who doesn’t really know her own mind yet. She may be young, but she’s legal now, my libido whispers. And is she really that innocent when she knows exactly the effect she has on you? For someone who doesn’t know her own mind she’s been pretty one-track for three years…
“Con?” Tim prompts. “Do you want me to find someone else?”
My temperature rises at the thought of her honing her skills on another man. “No. Willow will do just fine while you’re gone. Don’t worry about it.”
By the look on Tim’s face I know that he’s figured out that something serious is going on between us, and he’s not sure if he should say or do something to stop it. I appreciate Tim’s concern, but I don’t want him interfering in something that doesn’t involve him—he doesn’t deserve to be used by either me or Willow in our ongoing battle.