Capítulo 6: Chapter 6

Kent

"Yes?" I asked as I walked into my office and saw someone sitting in a chair opposite my desk. It annoyed me; I hated it when Justine let anyone into my office, especially when I wasn't around.

Where the hell was she anyway?

It was as if she read my mind, the blond sitting in the chair, as her smile changed and became something that tried to appease me. All, I wanted to think about was going home and taking these damn shoes off. I'd taken them off in the limo; then I had Steven, one of my drivers, drive me around the block a couple of times. I lied and told him that I wanted to see something. I didn't have anything to see. I didn't want to put these fucking shoes back on. Until he reminded me about why I was coming to the office in the first place and the only thing I could think about was the idea of men giving birth.

Hell no!

We couldn't take pain and then I thought about the amount of times that Caroline used to complain about her feet hurting. Mom used to tell her that it was nothing compared to child birth, and I was grateful for small miracles. I was thankful that I was only suffering the one type of pain and that I would never have to suffer the other.

Never.

Then, again it was only last year that the pain started. I hadn't thought about Mom's sage words to Caroline in a long time, but when the pain started, I remembered her exact words. Then, the pains started to become a regular thing, instead of the occasional twinge I'd become accustomed to. I'd ignored the exquisite, crushing sensation for a long time. I'd been doing it for so long now that it became almost natural. Besides I'd advanced since my university days and had custom-sized shoes built that had a block at the front and my feet could slip-in that should have fixed my problem. And it did for a while. That was my routine until I was playing tennis one day and my ankle felt as if it'd snapped and broken every bone in my foot in the process.

I needed to focus though and find out who this woman sitting in my office was. She was cute, young, but interesting. I was at the office, though, and needed to find out who she was. Had the Japanese sent her?

"If you can't speak, then I don't know what you're doing here, do I?"

I didn't wait for a reply as I saw Gail coming towards me, a look on her face like she was on a mission. A mission that her life depended on. She had this twinkle in her green eyes that seemed to make her red hair come alive. Some would find it attractive; I found it fucking hot.

But I had one rule, never mix business with pleasure.

I knew it would be a pleasure with her, but then the aftermath would be a different thing. One that I wasn't willing to risk. I never wanted her to think that I was interested, if she did then I knew that I wouldn't be able to resist her. If anything, compared to the other associates, I was hard on her, when all I wanted to do was be hard inside of her.

"What?" I barked at her.

It startled her because she stopped at the door and her hair strands dropped perfectly in place as if she was in a hair stylist commercial.

"I just wanted to tell you that Emma's here. My friend. You know for the singing job."

I spat out, "Her?"

While pointing to the blond and for the first time since entering my office, I scanned her from up to down. I felt as if not only was I studying her, but all her assets were on display.

Did she come to sing?

Or do something else?

She was wearing a dress that left nothing to the imagination. Maybe that was the point. She didn't come to sing, but merely to taunt me.

I stood in front of her, annoyed that she was in my office. A temptation that I wasn't in the mood for especially with the pain not only straining from my feet but my groin too.

"Did you come to sing or just look at my feet?"

Her eyes seemed fixated on them. Which usually didn't bother me, but today it was frustrating to think that she'd heard the rumor and couldn't take her eyes off them. They were big. For some reason, they felt as if they stretched across the room and slammed the door shut.

No, that was Gail.

Not my secret sick fantasy.

"Did you come to sing? Or strip?"

Fuck! Where did that come from? The truth, I thought, as she stood up and I realized that her hand failed to cover what her dress put on full display. I was just about to tell her that this wasn't going to work. I didn't need a full-time stripper in the office, and I was too irritated to hear anybody sing right now. Gail could have brought Barbara Streisand into my office and plunked her down in that chair and I wouldn't have cared, at this point.

I was supposed to have the party of the year, not the bachelor party of the year and this girl, in that dress, was going to give everyone the wrong impression. She was incredibly tempting, her nipples were rock hard, and I was stuck in a room with her. Speechless. Her blue eyes started to glisten as it was clear that she was over her head, which made my job even more uncomfortable. I had to get rid of her and these damn fucking shoes.

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