Read Online The Club by Tara Brown writing as Sophie Starr - Free Book Online Page A

at
work, raw emotion is eating its way through me. My phone has rung a hundred times
in the past two days but I haven’t felt much like answering.
    I mostly spent
the time soaking my nether regions in hopes of them recovering sometime this
year. Sitting is painful in several ways. One is definitely the reminder that I
let a man in a mask fuck me senseless for an hour. I’m flushed and walking with
a slight cramp as I get on the elevator.   Brandon has been bombarding me with text messages. I know he’ll be
waiting for me the moment I step off.
    And as
predicted he is there. “Where have you been? Did you fall off the earth?” He
hands me my latte as I step off the elevator. “It’s cool, you don't have to ask
about my weekend and drinks with Hugh. It’s fine. He was a gentleman anyway so
I have no details for the water cooler.” He points a finger at me while
narrowing his gaze. “You got ugly fucked. You didn't even smirk at my joke
about us and the water cooler.”
    I scowl.
“What? Jesus, wait until I at least drink my coffee.” I shake my head.
“Actually, don't wait. I don't want to know what ugly fucked is.”
    He rolls his
eyes at me. “You know, remorseful sex. You had some. I can see the guilt, even
under your erase paste.”
    I lift my
middle finger—the least classy thing I’ve done since having a penis in my
bum. “I had a bad night and I don’t want to talk about it.”
    He follows me
down the hallway. “Someone is in the conference room, waiting for you.”
    “What?” I
stop, turning abruptly and spilling coffee on my crisp white blouse.
    Brandon
winces. “I just picked a bunch of shirts up from the cleaners, you're fine.”
    “Who’s in the
conference room?” I’m sure I’m white as a ghost. His skeptical stare makes me
uncomfortable.
    “Mr. Bennett.
He says he desperately needs to talk to you and I tried fielding the calls but
he is not having it.”
    I swallow
hard. The safety of my office and the glass walls of the conference room make
it okay to see him. At least he can’t try to undress me or drug me here. I nod,
regardless of the fact my brain is screaming no. I know there is no way out of
it.
    “Why do you
look like that?”
    I shake my
head. “Just worried. I don't want to uhhmm . . . screw this
up. Important clients and all.” My voice is distant and when I change in my
office I don't even close the door—just strip down and drag on a new
shirt. I pull my scraggly hair up into a bun and tuck in my new blouse. “Did he
say why he wants the meeting?” My ass hurts thinking about it.
    “He called
this morning asking for a meeting and that’s all I know.” He shrugs his narrow
shoulders, and walks with me to my office. When we get to the large glass door
of the boardroom I hold a hand up. “I’ll go alone.”
    “Do you want
me to get some snacks and things? Coffee and tea at least?”
    I shake my
head. “I just need some Advil and water please.” I slouch, entering the large
glass room and leaning against the door when I close it.
    Logan turns,
smiling instantly. “Hi.”
    “Hi.”
    He gets up,
walking to me. He leans in, kissing either side of my face slowly. I notice a
distinct difference in him. The kiss is similar but the softness and
vulnerability in him is different. He’s not forceful and bossy. He’s delicate.
“I really wanted to talk to you. I know I screwed up asking you out and knowing
where you live, but I like you.”
    I cock an
eyebrow but he laughs, holding a hand up. “Let me finish.” He escorts me to a chair,
pulling it out for me. “When my wife died a couple years ago, I never imagined
I would meet anyone who instantly made me feel comfortable. You do that. Your
sarcasm and wit put me at ease. I grew up in a busy family and we always were
hard on each other. You give me that same feeling. At the same time I see how
vulnerable you are after this whole divorce. I know this pain.” He smiles
softly, no longer the smooth talker. Now