Taming Scarlet Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Novella Tags Authors: Jessica Gadziala Advertisement1

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As for the flower thing, well, I thought it was maybe from an ex trying to win her back. She hadn’t even read the card, which made me think she already knew who it was from, and wanted nothing to do with them.

When the buzzer rang that evening, it turned out to be a massive chopped salad and three different kinds of wraps.

I had no idea if she ordered so much to feed me, or if she was simply that indecisive. But she really only picked at the food as she walked around the apartment with these fucking gold stickers under her eyes and her freshly washed and dried hair in big ass curlers on top of her head.

She did this, I might add, in nothing but a t-shirt and panties.

I get that she was likely used to having people around the house, invading her privacy, so she started to almost see all of us as furniture, but I wasn’t exactly immune to the sight of her long legs and half her fucking ass exposed in her cheeky panties when she reached up above her head for something in a cabinet.

I wasn’t made of stone.

And she was drop-dead motherfucking gorgeous.

I honestly hadn’t been prepared for all that pretty when I made my way into her penthouse and found her standing there looking like she’d just gotten up, despite it being past ten in the morning.

Sure, her makeup was smeared, and she looked bleary-eyed and dehydrated, but, fuck, pretty.

That gangly kid in the picture Marcus had on his desk had curved out in all my favorite ways. Long, soft thighs, flare of hip, high ass, and a great rack.

Then that face.

Christ, that face.

She had somewhat square features with a very defined jaw, pillowy pink lips, and those ice-blue eyes surrounded by dark lashes.

Then all that long, silky hair that I couldn’t help picturing wrapping around my fist and pulling.

“Fuck,” I hissed, raking a hand down my face as I made my way down the hall toward my room, wanting to put some of my shit away now that I was reasonably sure she wasn’t going to rush out without me.

But to get to my room, I first had to pass hers.

Her door was wide open.

And there she was with her back to me, pulling off the shirt she’d been wearing all day. It was a task that took longer than usual since she was trying not to dislodge her curlers.

Which meant I got a long moment to let my gaze move over her with nothing but her panties on.

She’d already changed those for the night.

She seemed concerned about panty lines because she’d opted for a fucking thong that left nothing to the imagination.

My cock stiffened as I imagined her bent over my knee, that perfect ass splayed over my lap, and my hand coming down on one of her ass cheeks as she gasped and writhed into the pain and pleasure sensation.

Shaking my head, I continued down the hall, partially closing the door to my room as I stood there for a moment, head tipped back, trying to bring some order to the chaos in my body.

This job was not going to be easy if I was walking around with a semi half the fucking time.

Rolling my neck, I turned my focus away from her, looking around my new home for the foreseeable future.

I’d lucked out that she hadn’t taken her all-white-everything aesthetic out on the guest room.

Sure, the walls were white, but it didn’t seem like anything in the penthouse was painted any other shade. It was probably how it had been when she’d moved in.

But the bed itself was similar to her white tufted one, only this one was black. As was the bedding.

There was a framed TV on the wall across from the bed, a walk-in closet, and a bathroom the size of my entire damn apartment.

Again, the bathroom had white walls, but the floating sink cabinet was black, as were the tiles in the stall shower.

I knew that the all-white thing was popular among influencers, but it all came off like a hospital to me. I was glad for a little darkness in my personal space.

By the time I finished hanging up my suits, and putting my toiletries away in the shower and sink drawers, I could hear the click of heels in the hallway.

I damn sure wasn’t letting this woman sneak out on me again.

I grabbed my phone off of the charger, then made my way into the hall, finding her letting her dog out on the balcony again.

She didn’t seem to have a dog walker or anything like that. But for a dog as minuscule as Hugh, her massive penthouse was like walking a damn football field several times a day.

As for Scarlet, she was clearly ready to party.


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