Two Weeks of Sin

We said our goodbyes to them, leaving just Violet and myself at the table. Well, us and half a bottle of red wine.

“We shouldn't let this go to waste,” I said, pouring another glass. “And thankfully, I'm the boss, so we can start a bit later tomorrow.”

Violet smiled at me, and I poured the last of the bottle into her glass too. It was a beautiful evening in paradise and her company was fantastic. But still, I had to admit, it was awkward being there with her. Sitting in a fancy restaurant, just the two of us, surrounded by the sounds of the ocean, the moon shining down on us, a beautiful wine, a fireplace, it was all very romantic. And it was exactly why I had originally picked the place back when Jessica was still coming with me. By the time everything had gone down with her and I'd arranged for Violet to come along, I hadn't even really given the restaurant a second thought.

“I'm sorry things got awkward,” she said. “I didn't mean for – ”

“Don't be sorry, it's my fault. Really,” I said, holding up my hand to stop her from apologizing.

She bit her lip and stared down at her hands, a look of despondency crossing her face. It was like a dark cloud drifting over the face of a full moon and it dimmed that beautiful light for a moment. But then she looked back up at me and that darkness had passed .

“No, I think it's my fault. Really,” she let out an awkward little laugh, as she looked back up at me. “The wine is really going to my head, I'm afraid.”

“Me too,” I said looking at the liquid in my glass, “but I'd hate for it to go to waste.”

At the same time, I could feel the alcohol taking effect on me as well and I didn't want to say or do something stupid. I could tell Violet wasn't going to have any more as she sipped from her water glass instead.

“But sometimes, a real man knows when to call it a night,” I said with a wink. “Ready to head back to the resort?”

She nodded and reached for her purse, and when she did, she leaned forward ever so slightly and my breath caught in my throat as I was presented with a wonderful view of her cleavage. No, I shouldn't have looked, but it happened so fast and she caught me staring down her dress, making me feel like the world's dirtiest old man. I stood up, trying to pretend like it didn't happen, like I hadn't actually been caught ogling her, and managed to knock over the full glass of wine I'd just poured all over Violet. “Oh God,” I said, feeling like a jerk. I reached for a napkin and before I could think about my actions, I was dabbing the wine off her dress and my hand brushed her breast. “Oh God, I'm a mess tonight. You're seeing me at my worst, I'm afraid. I'm so sorry. I can't even begin to tell you how humiliating this is.”

“It's okay, Sebastian,” she said, laughing. “That's more action then I've had with a guy in months.”

She stopped laughing then, and her face turned red as if she just realized what she'd just said. “What do you say we head out?” I asked, clearing my throat. “I'll pay to have dress to be cleaned, of course. I am sorry about that, Violet.”

“Don't ever be sorry, Sebastian,” she said. “And yes, let's head back so I can change into something more comfortable. And a little drier.”

I could already feel the erection pressing against my zipper and I prayed to God Violet couldn't see it. This entire evening had given me a terrible case of blue balls, but there was no way I could do anything about that. Not with Violet. Not ever.

That was a line I told myself a hundred times I couldn't cross. Wouldn't cross.

CHAPTER TEN - VIOLET

Sebastian was so cute and awkward, it was hard not to stare intently at him as he fumbled about. He was trying his best not to give me the wrong idea about his intentions, but it was too late. My crush for him had never died, I'd just managed to hide it well. And now that I was tipsy, and he was obviously gawking at me, I felt like maybe there was a chance to move forward on that crush.

Sure, it was a bad idea. I knew that. But the wine and the flirting and the touching, and yes, even the erection he was trying so desperately to hide, made me think very bad thoughts about my boss. Thoughts I'd been nursing for a long, long time.

And if we happened to fall into bed together, would that be such a bad thing? I didn't know. The only thing I knew for sure was that it would make me a very happy girl.

The limo ride back to the resort was awkward, with more apologizing from Sebastian and more of me trying not to stare at the very obvious bulge in his pants. He was endowed, I could see that, and this wasn't the first time he'd been turned on in my presence.

I thought back to that moment on the plane. Maybe he'd wanted it as much as I did, but didn't know if he should make a move. Or maybe he felt it was wrong. Hell, maybe it was, but in that moment, it felt so incredibly right. In that moment, I wanted it more than anything I'd ever wanted in my life.

“Sebastian,” I said, laughing at him trying to discretely adjust his erection so I couldn't see how turned on he was, “You don't have to hide that from me.”

I pointed at his crotch and of course, he turned bright red and started stammering. “It's not what you think – ”

I cut him off. Raising an eyebrow, I asked, “Oh yeah? So, if you're not turned on by me, what is it? The sea air maybe?”

His mouth and his eyes were opened wide in surprise as he gaped at me, unable to find the words. It was as if he couldn't believe I had just said that. Hell, I couldn't believe I had just said that either. It slipped out, but I wasn't about to t

ake it back. The wine was making me feel a little more courageous than I normally was.

“We're both adults here, Sebastian,” I said with a grin. “We can talk about sex. I'm not that little girl you seem to think I am anymore. And considering the bulge in your pants, I think you realize that too. So stop apologizing and trying to hide it, because I'm not buying it.”

“Violet, you know we can't.”

“Can't what? Have sex?” I shrugged. “Sure. I mean, we could if we wanted to. We're both consenting adults and there's nothing actually stopping us from doing it. But I know what you mean. Because I'm your best friend's daughter, I'm kind of off-limits. I get it.”