Insolent (Crimson Elite 4)

She touches Charles forehead, dragging her finger down his little nose. He smiles up at her, and I’m fucking instantly jealous. So fucking jealous she’s getting those smiles from my boy.

“You will hunt me down, chop me to pieces, and then kill me slowly. I got it, big man.” She turns with Charles in her arms, and Echo switches the cam on in my office, and her voice starts to float through the air as she begins to sing to him again.

“Someone’s fucking you up. Do you want her?”

I look to her now seated in Echo’s office with a happy Charles in her lap as she plays with his hands and continues to sing. “No.”

He laughs, not believing me. “You do, and it’s funny. Does it feel weird to want someone other than a one-night stand?”

I whip my head to him. “You would know all about wanting the wrong woman, wouldn’t you.” He doesn’t take my dig. “How many is it that you’ve loved?” He shakes his head. “The first one was a real score, wasn’t she? Fucked your brother.” I look back to the cam.

“Are you done berating me now?”

I nod my head.

“Just fuck her already.” He laughs then hands me the phone. “Stop staring at the help and fuck her. Then maybe, please, can we get some fucking work done? I would like to go home sometime soon to fuck mine.” He winks and I know he’s telling the truth. He really doesn’t want to be here either. This meeting better go fast because as I turn the volume down on her voice, it pains me to do so. That’s a new feeling for me because most people’s voices piss me off all the damn time.

Yet hers, I can’t turn away from, and it’s like a train wreck waiting to happen.8OlympiaHe’s so precious, the most beautiful little human on the planet. I can’t get enough of him and his beautiful piercing blue eyes, especially when he offers me that dazzling smile as I sing to him. Charles’s father, on the other hand, now that’s a completely different story. He’s one hundred percent an ass with a capital A. But it’s a biteable ass. Yes, I’ve looked. How could I not? He has one of those asses you just can’t look away from. Fuck, he has the whole package you can’t just turn away from.

Charles is asleep in my arms when Darby walks in to collect him. My voice stops in my mouth as I see him leaning against the door, simply watching us. My eyes rake him over, knowing he can’t do anything about it right now as I have his baby in my arms. I wonder where Charles’s mother is. Why isn’t she here holding and singing to this beautiful angel? If I had a child as perfect as Charles, I know I wouldn’t let him out of my sight. Just like Darby has trouble letting Charles out of his sight.

“Do you have kids?” he asks.

He’s tall. So fucking tall, those legs go on forever in his smart suit pants. And oh my God, those kissable features. For example, his hands—can hands be kissable? I’m sure they can. Goddamn the way he laces them together is such a turn on—those big, strong fucking hands and the things I know they could do to my body. And don’t even get me started on how hard and fit he appears. Then my eyes travel up on their quest to his lips, with the perfect cupid’s bow that I want to trace my tongue around.

“Olympia,” he says again from those lips, the ones I’ve been thinking about doing all sorts of things to my body, reminding me I haven’t answered him, yet. I look up to his eyes that glisten when he speaks—they remind me of chocolate, not just ordinary chocolate but the dark type.

Finally, I get my senses back and answer, “No. No kids.” I keep hold of Charles as Darby steps into the room and toward me holding his sleeping son. He reaches for him, and I reluctantly hand him back. He turns to walk out, and what he says shocks me so much that I stay seated longer than I should have.

“You have the voice of an angel.”

The smile stays even when I go back to work, I can’t seem to wipe it off my face.I don’t have many friends here. Johnny, I met in school just before I dropped out and decided I didn’t want to complete my course anymore. Other than him, I’m very much a loner. Unless I went back home, which I don’t plan to do anytime soon, that’s for sure. So, my days are spent with me doing nothing, and my nights when I don’t work are spent in my own company—you guessed it, doing nothing as well. I’m really winning at this city life. Not. My father would want me home in a second if he knew, but I will never tell him what’s going on in my life.