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Authors: Rose Francis

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Playing With Fire (Sweet Redemption)

ABOUT
PLAYING WITH FIRE

 

Despite dumping her unfaithful
fiancé
, Janet Cooper has a hard time getting rid of him as he continues following her around, begging for her forgiveness.

Janet soon realizes her troubles are just beginning, especially since her new business partner Eric is an irresistible hunk and she has promised herself a three-month hiatus from sex.

But as her ex-
fiancé
gets more and more aggressive in his pursuit of her, she turns to Eric for strength and friendship, sending her ex into jealous rages.

The least of her problems becomes her fantasies of Eric and resisting her urges as she begins to see that playing with fire could leave her scarred for life.

 

Playing with Fire
is the first in the
Sweet Redemption
series.

 

PLAYING WITH FIRE

 

By

 

Rose Francis

 

 

BOOK ONE OF THE SWEET REDEMPTION SERIES

 

Poison Arrow Publishing

 

Copyright © 2013 by Rose Francis

All rights reserved.

First Kindle Edition: July 2013

 

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. No part of this publication may be reproduced, transmitted
or circulated
in any form without permission in writing from the copyright owner except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

Cover photo by Larysa Dodz.

Cover design by PAPDesign.

 

CHAPTER ONE: MEETINGS

 

Janet couldn’t believe the image before her as light flooded her apartment, her finger still on the switch.

After a few seconds of shocked silence, she managed to make her mouth move and eject some sound.

“David, what the hell are you doing here? And how did you get in?”

She could barely contain the panic in her voice as she looked into her ex-fiancé’s tanned face.

David looked surprisingly startled by her response, but generally unmoved by the anger she had tried so hard to portray.

“I have a spare remember? Jan, just give me a chance to explain...”

Janet held up her hand, closing her eyes briefly during her emotional recoil for reasons far beyond being called the despised shortened version of her name.

“Look, I don’t want to hear it. Just hand me my key, and get the hell out of here! I mean which part of ‘I don’t want to see you again’ don’t you understand?”

David let out a breath then ran his hands through his brown hair, appearing frustrated at last. Then he just looked at her and she stared back firmly, determined to win the stare-down.

He broke eye contact first.

“Fine. I’ll leave,” he said. “But this is not over Janet, not by a long shot.”

He tossed her the spare key and she caught it, grasping the piece of metal tightly as if he might snatch it back from her.

David slammed the door behind him.

Janet didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until it all came out in a large whoosh.

As firm as she had felt in the moment of confrontation, it was mostly fear that had filled her as she opened her door, flipped on the light and saw her ex-fiancé sitting on her couch, staring in her direction. The fear remained as his green eyes came alive looking at her, and sat in her chest until he finally left.

Why would he sit in the dark, and how long had he been waiting for her?

David had never given her a reason to fear him before, but it unnerved her that it seemed he saw nothing wrong with abusing his previous privilege.

She hoped he hadn’t made any additional copies of her key; clearly she couldn’t trust him to have the integrity to turn those in too if he had.

Janet’s fear turned to anger again.

Who did he think he was? Why did he think he deserved a chance to explain anything? He and Michelle—or whatever her name was—were free to openly do everything they had done behind her back now. Why didn’t he just leave her alone now?

Janet tried to shake off her thoughts and the bitterness beginning to creep into her. She had a company function to attend, and she had to go to it clear-headed, without baggage. She couldn’t let the new Accounting Manager—whoever he or she was—see her like this. She had to look strong, in control. Like she knew what she was doing. Like she had earned her position, instead of having it handed to her by her daddy.

When her cell phone rang minutes later, she panicked.

She hadn’t realized she had drifted into a long daydream, and her glance at the caller ID confirmed it was her best friend calling. No doubt Liz was waiting outside, ready for their carpool to the seven o’clock company reception.

Janet started scrambling to get ready.

“Coming,” she said into the cell, quickly connecting, then disconnecting the call.

She quickly threw on a pink dress and changed her earrings and shoes—sexy, but not too sexy—it was still work after all. She grabbed a fashionable jacket to take along in case it got chilly.

Then she let her hair down from its pinned up-do, and was glad when it fell in acceptable waves instead of bent in weird places like she expected.

She carefully locked up then went down to meet Liz.

“Lookin’ like pink panther there,” Liz said as she got in the car.

Liz too had vamped up her look for the evening, looking even more beautiful out of her workwear in her classic black attire.

Janet could no longer imagine Liz without her low-cut natural style—it fit her stunning face perfectly.

“You look great too.”

Liz smiled.

“Girl, I hope it’s a sister,” Liz said.

It took Janet a second to figure out what she meant.

“Oh! The new manager. Well. To be honest, I don’t really care.”

“Says the girl who will probably have the company willed to her.”

“Don’t Liz—I’m really not in the mood.”

Janet felt Liz look at her for a moment.

“Okay, tell me what happened.”

Janet let out a heavy breath.

“He showed up in my apartment tonight.”

“Wait,
in
your apartment? What the hell?”

“That’s what I said!”

“I imagine you kindly—or not-so-kindly—told him to sashay out of there.”

“Of course! God, I...I don’t even know what else to say to him.”

“He has some balls after all he did to try to get you back.”

“I don’t blame him honestly, but yeah. I loved him, but after that whole thing, I’m just done. I guess he doesn’t realize that about me yet—most guys never believe it, and most women unfortunately prove them right.”

“Girl, don’t I know it,” Liz said softly.

Janet decided not to bring up Liz’s own love life despite the easy opening. No doubt Liz would appreciate not being reprimanded yet again about staying with her own loser of a boyfriend.

Janet didn’t understand why someone like Liz couldn’t tear herself from a guy so far beneath her.

Janet had only one boyfriend she stayed with after he cheated on her. She had learned her lesson—it just wasn’t worth it. The moment her guy showed his ass, one way or another, no matter how long they’d been together or how much she had loved them, it was as if some cord got cut somewhere, disconnecting her from them forever.

Once they wander, it is time to go,
she had promised herself long ago, and finally had the fortitude to stick to.

David would learn.

“God these things are so fucking boring. I only go for the food anyway,” Liz said suddenly and Janet giggled, then remembered she needed to touch up her makeup.

She pulled down the passenger side mirror as Liz finally pulled off.

***

“Girl, I have to use the bathroom,” Liz said as they entered the familiar building of their nine to five days, when a restroom came into view.

Before Janet could say she’d go with her, Liz said: “Don’t worry about me—I’ll meet you up there.”

Janet suddenly knew what Liz was really up to—no doubt she was going to call and check in with her boyfriend, and was too embarrassed to do it in front of her, knowing she’d be judged.

Janet understood the appeal of signs of possessiveness in a man, but for Liz to have to check in with him like some teenager with a paranoid, overprotective parent was beyond her comprehension.

He made Liz call or text him when she got to work and when she was leaving work. Liz even had to contact him if she had to leave the office building for lunch or any other reason. And whenever the two of them went to lunch together, it was now routine for Janet to have to say “hi” into Liz’s phone to prove to him that Liz was actually with her. Janet fully expected Liz’s boyfriend to soon start requiring photographic proof of Liz’s whereabouts throughout the day.

As Janet reached the elevator and the doors were about to close, she heard a male voice call out: “Wait!”

She held the elevator.

For a moment, she wished she had let it close when the man entered, for she was struck by something she hadn’t felt since she was eighteen when she fell madly and completely in love for the first and only time with a guy who broke her heart irreparably a few years later.

The vision before her was a man like she thought only existed in movies, and only then with the right lighting and camera angles: tall, broad shoulders, smoldering blue eyes, and thick, glossy dark hair.

When he smiled at her, she thought for a moment that she had literally turned into a puddle. Then she felt silly when she realized her eye level hadn’t actually changed and she was still human, so she managed to smile back.

Her embarrassment didn’t help—she knew her cheeks had flushed at being stuck in such a small space with such a specimen, and that it would show even through her brown skin.

She couldn’t think and felt like her brain had shorted and shut down. She could only feel, emotions whirling in side of her for the minute or so it took to get to the seventh floor. At least it felt like a minute as her body screamed at her—desire, longing, and shame coursing through her.

She tried not looking at him, focusing on the elevator buttons, then the floor—everywhere but at the Adonis next to her in a suit. But even his smell mocked her valiant efforts. His cologne, after-shave—whatever it was almost made her dizzy.

She thought she saw him smiling at her discomfort out of the corner of her eye, so she looked directly at him and immediately regretted her mistake.

His devastating grin annihilated her plan to firmly and confidently say hello.

How am I suddenly fourteen?
she wondered. Some cute guy, clearly very fit under his suit with a firm jaw and a beautiful smile, standing about six feet four and looking the epitome of an alpha male—and she loses it?

Get it together!
she told herself as the elevator door opened.

The man indicated for her to exit first and she managed to do that, but she stood there, trying to get her bearings and remember why she was on that floor in the first place.

“708,” he said in a voice that climbed up her spine. “I take it you’re here for the Cooper
reception?”

She nodded dumbly, then fell into step with him.

Liz is going to die laughing when she hears about this
, she thought as they made their way down the corridor.

***

Where does he work?
Janet found herself wondering as she waited for Liz to make her entrance while trying not to stare at her elevator companion.

He certainly couldn’t have worked with us for long and me not see or hear about him. He couldn’t be...? No, they had already introduced the new manager—some old guy named George Wilson...

She tuned in to the HR manager’s next words.

“...we brought him in to work on a few projects. One of which, we haven’t told you about yet Janet, but Eric here, well consider him your partner for the next four months.”

Janet had to consciously—and quickly—close her dropped-open mouth.

This can’t be happening....How am I supposed to work with this guy? How can anyone keep to a celibacy plan around him? Why am I even thinking that? Oh god, I’m in trouble...

Janet didn’t know what to say, yet knew she was expected to give some kind of response.

“Oh!” she began, “can’t wait to hear more about it. I’m Janet. Pleased to meet you Eric.”

“Call me Dick.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said feel free to call me Rick.”

Janet looked around, wondering if she was the only one who had apparently misheard, and it appeared she was.

“Oh, I’m Janet.”

A heartbreaking grin spread across his face.

“You said that already.”

“Oh? I wasn’t sure. Well...may we catch more elevators together.”

She smiled.

“And more,” he said, and she looked around again.

Clearly he was flirting with her, messing with her. Did no one else see this?

But the others seemed to be minding their own business, like he hadn’t been suggestive.

Was everyone in on it?
she found herself wondering. How could she be the only one hearing beneath his words? And how on earth did anyone expect her to keep her mind on business working with him? Did her father know about this?

All Janet felt was relief when Liz finally showed up. Eric’s male perfection was clearly making her lose her mind. Now she knew how men felt when in the presence of what they felt was the equivalent.

“What took you so long?” Janet almost shouted to Liz as she went over to her. Then she noticed the look in Liz’s eyes.

“Girl...” was all Liz said, dragging out the word, seeming unable to go on.

Her voice and eyes made her look dangerously close to tears.

Janet shuffled them over to a more deserted part of the room, Eric quickly forgotten.

“Oh god Liz, what now?”

“He thinks I’m cheating on him—I don’t know where he got that from!”

Janet knew it was best in that moment not to share her true thoughts.

As far as she was concerned, Jason kept accusing Liz because he was insecure, and probably guilty of the transgression himself.

“He
knows
I got ready for this meeting. He
knows
I was picking you up. What else can I do? Show him the e-vite? But he wouldn’t even believe me then—he just thinks I’m using this as an excuse. Girl, we argued. He threatened to start seeing other women if that’s how I wanted to play him.”

Again, Janet had to suppress her words.

The man was living in Liz’s home dammit, why couldn’t she just kick him out? He didn’t even have a job anymore!

But who was she to talk about what to put up with?

Her ex-fiancé hadn’t been living with her, but she ignored signs of his infidelity for a few months. And before him, she dated a guy who was always borrowing money, never paying back. And before that loser, a guy who refused to say he loved her, even after they’d been together for over a year. And before that, a struggling artist who kept trying to get her to finance his dream, the one who eventually shattered her heart, making it easy for her to drop all those who came after once she’d had enough of their shenanigans.

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