Page 19 of Secret Revenge

He gave me a level look. “You’re right, Emily. It’s probably the most dangerous situation you’ll ever get yourself involved in. Things could go wrong, very fast. But this is your crusade. Tell me there’s another way. Look me in the eye, and tell me there’s another way.”

He was right. Of course, he was right. But how could I return to the Ross Company? Not only had I turned down their initial invitation, I had also had sex with Travis. I wasn’t sure I could handle seeing him again, especially not in a professional setting.

But Michael didn’t need to know that part. Heneverneeded to know that part..

“Are you sure this is necessary? I’m sure we can find another way, right?”

He sat down and crossed his legs. “Alright then. I am open to alternatives to this plan, if you have any. Tell me what else we can do to keep the trail warm, and I’ll go along with it.”

I searched my mind furiously and came up empty. The phone had been our best bet. Sadly, that opportunity appeared to be dead and buried now, leaving behind a fried CPU in its wake. I looked at Michael with resignation. He had the decency not to be smug or gloat.

“I thought so too,” he said as he stood up. “Here’s what we are going to do…”

9

TRAVIS

The weekend at the family villa was every bit as great as I’d hoped. I loved spending time with my brothers and cousins. While our lives kept us from doing so as often as I would have liked, we made sure to create time to be together several times in a year.

The biggest challenge was finding a day when we were all available at the same time between our business schedules, and family schedules since my cousins had started to settle down. Difficult as it was, we tried our best to make it work.

We spent the entire weekend together, eating, drinking and talking. There was a lot of catching up to do, both on a personal level and on a business level. Both ourselves and the Moustakases were intricately involved in our respective family businesses, and we were careful about the kind of information we shared. While my brothers and I trusted our cousins, we had witnessed businesses rip up the closest families a thousand times.

We only stepped out of the house once to play golf at the country club, where Alexi ran into some business associates. They joined our game and spent the entire time in hushedconversations. We returned to the Villa after dinner, none of us having the appetite we’d once possessed for long nights out on the town.

Despite how occupied my time was with my brothers and cousins, I could not keep Emily out of my mind. I kept thinking about our time together, both in bed and at dinner. The memories sent powerful jolts through my thighs and groin whenever I was alone, especially when I was trying to work. On several occasions, I uncomfortably glanced around to see if anybody could tell that I was getting aroused.

I had a long day at the office ahead of me on Monday, so I left the villa for my apartment shortly before midnight. Alexi and Leo were still in town, so I would be able to catch up with them later.

I felt awful when I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment building. We hadn’t done as much sleeping as we should have on our guys’ weekend. As I rode the elevator up to the penthouse, memories of Emily and I in the same elevator boiled to the surface of my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut to clear out my thoughts, but nothing worked. I wanted her hands on me again. I wanted to hear her voice.

I pushed into the dark apartment and navigated to the bedroom on muscle memory. Then I slumped on the bed, exhausted. It felt strangely empty without Emily in it.

She was only here for one night. What the hell?I’d never felt this way about a woman before.

I missed how urgently she wanted me. While I wasn’t big on romantic relationships, I wished she had given us a chance for more than a one-night stand. She hadn’t even left a number for me to reach her, or an address. I did have her email address, but it would be a huge boundary violation if I reached out to her using her professional contact information.

Besides, when she left the way she did she made it obvious that she had no interest in any further conversations with me. She knew where to findme. And she hadn’t tried.

I couldn’t think of another woman who had ever blown me off, and Emily now hadtwice.Once personally, and once professionally. Ouch.

Is that why I can’t stop thinking about her?

I had the means and the resources to find her easily if I wanted to. But, I wasn’t going to throw myself after her like some loser or worse, a stalker. I imagined she had a ton of men doing that, especially with her work putting her bio in front of so many people.

Thinking about the other men Emily had in her life cut me like a knife, so I turned my thoughts back to fantasizing about another night with her instead. I drifted off to sleep in my clothes, with thoughts of her spinning around in my mind.

I woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept at all.. I shrugged out of my clothes with an effort and stepped into the shower. I turned the knob on the wall and sighed as cold water rained onto my head.

I soaped my body, massaging away the knots from golfing the previous night. I was shocked to find my shaft hard when I got to it, and tried to ignore the feeling of my hardness in my hands.

Images of Emily had assaulted my dreams throughout the night, and they started again as I touched myself. I squeezed gently on my shaft, rubbing it slowly and softly. I shut my eyes, huffing loudly as my breathing became ragged.

I hadn’t touched myself in what seemed like ages, and the thought of doing so now seemed very adolescent. Regardless, it felt good, I had to admit. I could see Emily twisting and writhing like an exotic dancer in my mind’s eye, naked as the day she was born.

Would she hate knowing I was doing this? Or would she love it?

My thoughts drifted further. I could see her going down on my shaft, slurping on the entire length, saliva dripping down her jaw and pooling on the floor. I shuddered and let out a deep groan. Next in my fantasy I bent her over not so gently, and I thrust into her like a crazed animal, relishing the cries of pleasure washing out of her.