A/N: This chapter features sexual content, you have been warned!

Emma Riley

Ryker Fox's Penthouse

The two of us stood in the living room, seeming to size each other up. I couldn't believe my luck right now. Of course I run into Sam's new girlfriend here.

I'm honestly surprised I didn't recognise her right away. I had looked at her picture enough times. I'm not proud of it, but let's be honest..I think most of us have done a little internet stalking.

Not only did I struggle with letting go of Sam and I's relationship at the time, but I was suspicious. Suspicious of how quickly they had got together after we had broken up. I'm talking witgin a day or two.

I'm not an idiot. Usually if someone gets into a new relationship with someone that quickly, it means they already had them picked out and put on layaway. So to speak.

I went searching..for some kind of clue  I guess, that their relationship started before we had broken up. I had convinced myself somehow that I needed to know.

I started with looking at pictures of them together, before I knew it I had somehow got into her vacation pictures from 2009.

I finally decided, maybe I was better off not knowing. I couldn't really find anything anyway. Besides, I didn't want to play the role of the crazy ex-girlfriend who refuses to let go. So..I let go. I'm glad I did.

I'm pretty sure that bracelet she's wearing, used to be mine. Sam  bought it for me for our anniversary and I loved it. I never took it off. After we broke up, Sam  said that it cost a lot of money and he wanted it back.

I thought it was a dick move, but I gave it back to him. After all..he did pay for it, and I didn't feel like fighting about it. Before I knew it, she was posting on social media about the "new bracelet bae had got for her." Doesn't take a genius to understand what happened there.

But wait..I know how I  recognized her, but how did she  recognize me? Had she internet stalked me too? Sizing up the competition or whatever?! I had a hard time believing a girl like this saw me as competition though. Perhaps Sam  had told her about me. I cringed, not wanting to think about the horrible things he probably said about me.

"My Sammy told me all about you." She said coldly as if reading my mind. She looked at me in disgust, making sure I understood it wasn't good things he said. She also seemed to be attempting to show off her bracelet with over-exaggerated hand gestures.

"Does 'your  sammy' know you're at Ryker Fox's house wearing nothing but a robe?" I glared at her, and she scoffed at me. I didn't really mean to ask it out loud, but there it is.

"That's absolutely none of your business!" She snapped back, shaking her finger at me. The finger on the hand that was accompanied by my former bracelet, of course.

She was right. I mean...she was a bitch but, she was a right bitch. It was  none of my business. Sam is no longer my problem. I'm willing to bet though that he knows nothing about this. As jealous of a guy he is, no way would he be okay with it.

"You're right, it's not. My apologies." I said, gathering as much professionalism as I could manage. I really didn't feel like doing this with her.

So, she's dating my ex-boyfriend and also apparently sleeping with my hot new employer. Great. wonderful. Live your best life. Hoe.

"Is Mr. Fox available? I'd like to start my job now and I need to speak with him first to know where he'd like me to start." I avoided her glare by pretending to look around the room.

"Oh honey..I can tell you where to start. Start with the bedroom, it's a real mess in there. Things got pretty wild last night, if you catch my drift." She gave me a wink, obviously trying to get under my skin. I'd be lying if I said it didn't work.

But what I didn't understand is, why? I mean with Sam  I kind of expect it because she knows I used to date him so she most likely sees me as more of a threat or whatever. But why dangle Ryker Fox  in my face? I'm just his cleaning lady.

"I'd actually prefer to speak about it with Mr. Fox directly. Since he's the one who hired me." I tried to remain professional but there was an underlining tension between us. That was my way of saying 'bitch, I don't take orders from you.'

"He's in the shower at the moment. He is a rather dirty boy." She giggled. I rolled my eyes knowing she was still trying to upset me, though she wasn't lying.  Even I knew he was dirty. The thought made me flush.

She narrowed her gaze when I didn't respond.  "Are you really that clueless?! I'm telling you to get lost! You need to leave!" She gestured towards the doorway and placed her hands on her hips, sounding very defensive. It reminded me of a teenager yelling at their mother to get out of their room.

"No." I stated very plainly, losing both the patience and interest in being professional. Her mouth dropped open and she looked at me as though I had slapped her. Give me a few minutes and I just might make an honest woman out of her, yet.

"What the hell did you just say?! Do you even know who you're talking to, you little bitch!? I could have you fired!" She yelled.

That statement deserved another eyeroll.  She was one of those. 'Meh meh meh, I want to speak with your manager.'

"No you can't." I shrugged. "The only person with the authority to ask me to leave is Mr. Fox himself. I work for him, not you. You're just some slut in a bathrobe. So if you need me gone that badly I suggest you go fetch him. Otherwise I might as well have my mail sent here because I'm not leaving until I do the job I was hired for." She stared at me in shock, startled by my bluntness. So much for being civil. But oh well, a bitch tried.

She stomped her foot and screamed, throwing a fit. I couldn't help but smile, which only pissed her off more.

I remember looking at her picture and thinking God, she's really pretty. I was jealous and felt threatened by her. I had convinced myself because he wanted her and not me that she was somehow better than I was. I had it in my head they had this loving, perfect relationship we never had because that's the image they portrayed on social media.

Now after meeting her, it's painfully clear. She's not his blessing, she's his karma. I do believe the term is "downgrade."

Ryker Fox

Ryker's Bedroom

I was almost dressed, getting ready to button my shirt when I heard the sound of Maria  yelling and throwing a fit again. Christ, she's still  here?! What the fuck does a guy have to do to get a bitch to leave?

I pulled out my phone and looked at the time; 9:15 am. Shit, Emma Riley  should be here. This isn't good.

Just then I looked over in a corner of the room and noticed for the first time Maria's  clothes still laying in a pile.

To hell with this. This chick is leaving, now. The last thing I needed was Emma Riley  to show up and find her walking around the house in my robe. I cringed at the thought. Reasonably I knew that I wasn't necessarily doing anything wrong. After all, I'm single. But..I don't know. Last night was a huge mistake, and I didn't want Emma  to think less of me. That probably sounds lame but, there it is.

I grabbed Maria's clothes and stormed out of the room, not even taking time to button my shirt. This bitch was leaving, one way or another.

As I walked down the hallway and got closer to the living room I heard not one, but two  voices. Fuckkkkk. Panic immedietely set in my heart. This is getting worse by the minute.

This is what happens when my penis is in the driver's seat of my decision making. How could it betray me like this? What a dick.

I entered the living room to see Maria and Emma Riley. Maria  was still in my goddamn robe and was yelling at Emma  telling her to leave. Her hand gestures more animated than ever. Emma  stood quietly, watching Maria's  freak out with her arms crossed. She seemed to be trying to act unphased but there was a weariness behind her green eyes. Not to mention she was doing her signature lip bite.

"Maria!" I barked her name and they both turned to face me, their eyes widened. I was beyond livid and frankly, embarrassed.

Maria  gestured towards Emma, while Emma appeared to be somewhere between awkward and pissed.

"This is Emma, huh?! This is your newest slut?!" Maria  stomped her foot, and Emma  shot her a confused glare.

I secretly prayed that Maria  wouldn't say anything about me calling out Emma's  name during..you know. I assumed she wouldn't, as it would be almost  as embarrassing for her as it was for me. But she was getting a little close to spilling the beans for comfort.

"You don't call her that! You have absolutely no right!" Something about someone calling Emma Riley a slut really upset me.

Besides, it's not true. If it was, I'd be enjoying my breakfast in between her legs right now. God, I would hibernate down there--ugh..shut up, dick. I'm still not speaking to you.

"I told you to leave, Maria."  I threw her pile of clothes at her. She looked offended, as if this was the first time she's hearing it. Emma  avoided eye contact with me but said nothing, and I got the feeling I was in the dog house.

"You can keep the robe, I would probably burn it anyway." I said harshly. I wasn't just being an ass though, I would burn it. "Just take your clothes and leave. Don't contact me again." I crossed my arms and glared at her, daring her to protest.

I was pissed at her for thinking she had the authority to make anyone leave in my  goddamn house. I was pissed that she didn't have any sort of respect.

But most of all, I was pissed at myself. Pissed for ever hooking up with her, pissed for calling her last night. But the thing I was most upset about?

If I ever had have a chance with Emma, I certainly don't anymore. I felt something..different  with her, and I fucked it up for a bitch I don't even like.

Emma Riley

Maria  looked downright humilated, but I couldn't manage to gather up any kind of sympathy. This right here, was her  karma.

Ryker  looked enraged. He was in black slacks and a blue dress shirt that was unbuttoned, as if he stopped in the middle of dressing.

His stomache slightly showed, revealing just what an amazing body he had. Those are the kind of abs you have to go to the gym to get. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he has a personal trainer. Either way, he should be very proud. His dark hair was wild and messy, like he had just rolled out of bed. Oh, how fun it must be to roll around in bed with him. Goddamn, he's beautiful.

I silently kicked myself. Hating myself for standing here lusting after a man who clearly just hooked up with someone else. My ex-boyfriend's girlfriend no less. I wonder if he knows she has a boyfriend? Though it's none of my business.

I felt my self esteem take a nose dive. As extra and rude as this girl is..not one but two men I've been interested in both seem to want her, and not me.

It doesn't matter that I'm a good person. It doesn't matter that I'm strong, with a good work ethic. It doesn't matter that I'm loyal. All that matters, is that she's prettier than me. So that makes her more worth while? If this was the kind of girls that Ryker Fox  hooked up with, I certainly could never make him happy. I honestly wanted to cry right now, I felt so pathetic. Part of me wished I would have listened to her and just left, despite if it cost me my job or not.

"Leave." He repeated, when Maria  didn't move. He had his arms crossed and a vein was popping out in his neck. He was even more intimidating than usual when he was angry.

"Whatever." She said, trying and failing to sound indifferent as she gathered her clothes that he had thrown on the floor by her feet. I cringed as I saw her snatch up her lacy underwear, it further reminding me of what took place here.

"You'll call again."  She told him playfully. She sounded certain. "You always do."

She shot me one last dirty look as she turned to walk out the front door. "Sam said you were the worst lay he's ever had. He said it was like fucking a dead fish and that you smelled like one too. Just thought you deserved to know that." She laughed coldly, seeing in my eyes that she had hurt me.

As she walked out the door and slammed it shut behind her, I was left with an empty, hollow feeling. I knew she could have just been lying to get under my skin, but if that was the purpose..it worked.

Sam  had been the only man I had ever slept with. When he began to lose interest, I worried it was because I wasn't..you know, satisfying him enough.

She never met me in person, but she seemed to know exactly the right button to push. In front of Ryker Fox  no less. I felt humilated.

I turned to face him, to find him staring at me with an apologetic look in his eyes. I bit my bottom lip again but this time, to keep myself from crying in front of him. I had to remember that he was still my employer, and he didn't owe me anything.

There was nothing between us, and obviously never will be.

Ryker Fox

I barely knew where to start. She looked so upset. I could feel my heart breaking a little at the sight of tears forming her eyes, but I didn't know how to make it better..considering it was my fault.

"Who's Sam?" I blurted out. She blinked, seeming caught off guard by my nosey question. I cringed, as I noted my tone sounded like a jealous boyfriend. I honestly didn't intend for it to sound that way, I was just confused.

"Do...the two of you know each other?"  I asked, when she didn't respond. The tension I had just witnessed seemed a bit bigger than just me.

She crossed her arms, seeming offended by my questions..but she answered anyway. "Maria and I don't know each other, we just know of each other." She said, her voice sounding quiet and small..giving away how upset she was.

She shot me a look before she continued. "Sam is my ex-boyfriend. Maria, is the one he left me for. Not that it's relevant." She was still avoiding eye contact with me.

"I..I didn't know." I assured her, feeling like shit more and more with each passing moment. She rolled her eyes at me.

"With all due respect Mr. Fox, maybe you should get to know the women you take to bed with you. Then you can have a better chance to avoid awkward situations such as this in the future." She said very harshly. I cringed, knowing she had a point.

"I..would like to clear up a few things about what you..just saw." I rubbed my neck, feeling very awkward. I wasn't even sure what I was going to say, but I kind of hated knowing I had upset her.

"I would rather you not." She said, though still looking at the floor and not at me. "I don't want to know, and I don't need to. You don't owe me anything." There was an edge to her voice that told me she was beginning to switch from pain, to anger.

"At least let me apologize for her behavior." I said, basically pleading at this point.  "It was a mistake having her here. A mistake I assure you will never happen again."  I meant it with my whole heart. Emma Riley or no Emma Riley..I was one-hundred-percent done with Maria.

She shrugged, attempting to act casual. "That is completely your choice either way. Now would you be kind enough to point me in the right direction to clean?" She was obviously trying to get away from me.  From everything I've learned about her so far, my guess is..she doesn't want me to see how upset she is.

"It's not my business, I know. But.."  She eyed me suspiciously as I spoke, obviously wondering where this was going. "Maria is full of shit. I mean..what she said about your ex. I'm willing to bet he didn't even say that. She was just trying to hurt your feelings because she feels threatened." I was desperate to try to ease her mind, though I really did mean it. No way in hell is that true.

She rolled her eyes and stared down at my feet. "You don't know that."  She bit her bottom lip.

"I do know that she's threatened by you. That I can personally guarantee." I took a few steps closer to her,  not even really meaning to. But something was drawing me to her. She looked like it caught her off guard.

"I..would like to clean now. I just..I just want to do my job, Mr. Fox." She said it in almost a whisper, staring off in the distance, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"I appreciate you trying to ease my mind, but there's no need to patronize me."  She shyly tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. I realized, she believed what Maria said. Her words, were sketched into her mind.

"You're beautiful, Emma." I blurted out, without even thinking.  She looked at my face for the first time, something in my tone grabbing her attention.

"I..I mean, you don't have to say that. I know I'm not one of those girls." She looked me in the eye, her beautiful eyes burning into me.

My eyes deadlocked on hers, and I couldn't turn away now if I tried. Goddamn. How does she not see it? "What girls?" I asked confused, still having trouble looking away from her eyes.

She sighed, sounding defeated. "One of those girls. Like Maria. You know.." She broke eye contact and looked down at the ground, feeling shy..and leaving me wanting more. "..sexy, or whatever." She continued, seeming embarrassed.

I just blinked at her for a moment, in genuine shock. I must have misheard her, because it sounded like she doesn't think she's sexy.

If only she could hear my thoughts, she would never think that again. If only she knew how crazy she drove me.

If only..

Emma Riley

I couldn't believe I was talking about this with Ryker Fox. This was so unprofessional. I felt like no matter what I did, all my attempts at keeping things uncomplicated between us were sabotaged.

It felt like forever he was staring at me, seeming confused. Until finally...he began to laugh. Laugh. What part of this was funny?! I tell him I don't think I'm sexy...and he responds with laughter?!

"Well, thanks the support." I said bitterly as he attempted to stop laughing. Prick. "Now would you like me to clean, or shall I come back?"  I said, attempting to salvage my professional voice. At this point..I really just wanted to leave.

"You don't think you're sexy?!" He said, seeming bewildered and ignoring my question. I glared at him as a grin spread across his face.

"I know I'm not." I shrugged, trying to sound matter-of-fact. I was startled to say the least when he walks a few more steps forward, closing the gap between us. What the hell is he doing?!

"Want to know a secret?" He asked, in a hushed tone. He was close to me. Too close. His voice was flirty, and playful. But something in his eyes were serious. I was almost too afraid to ask.

"One of the reasons Maria is threatened by you? Is because of me."  With his six-foot-three towering over my five-foot-eight, he leaned forward until we were eye level. Our lips inches away from each other.

Holy crap. Is he going to, like..kiss me or something?!  I wasn't sure if I was ready, or if I could handle him. But Lord. I wanted him.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I asked, confused. I cringed to myself as I heard my voice studder.  He was so much smoother than I was.

He smirked, his intoxicating blue-gray eyes traveling down to my quivering mouth. "Can you not understand I want to fuck you? Or do you need me to prove it?" The sentence was almost a purr.

I blinked, my mouth hung open. I..I misheard him. I had to have just imagined it. "Huh?!" My voice sounded downright shooketh, even to my ears.

He suddenly grabbed my hand and placed it on the crotch of his pants. I gasped, as I could feel his bulge. Holy fuck, he could do some serious damage with this  monster. My face flushed and I gulped. What's happening right now?!

He growled through gritted teeth. "You feel that, Miss Riley? You feel how hard it is?"  He grabbed me by the throat and backed me against the wall behind us, still holding my hand in place with his other hand.

Oh my God! This is actually happening...

Ryker Fox

I was so fucking turned on I couldn't think straight. It started with proving a point, but then once I felt how good her hand felt on my dick, it made me crave more.

I wanted those lips, that neck, those juicy tits. I wanted to know what she tastes like. I wanted all of her.

I tightened her grip on my cock and she gasped in response, startled by it's size."That's all yours, Miss Riley. It's been hard as a rock since the moment I saw you."  There was a rough edge to my voice as I had her up against the wall. Her tits pressed up against my chest, her mouth hung open, seeming to invite me.

Before I could think another thought I had her bottom lip between my teeth. Something I've been dying to do since I saw them. A moan escaped her lips as she tightened her grip.

"Mmm..no wonder you bite your lip so much. Yummy." I gazed into her eyes as I said it, something wild in them that I hadn't seen before. "It makes me wonder how the rest of you tastes?"

I grabbed a handful of her long blond hair and pulled her head back, exposing her beautiful neck. I buried my face into her neck and she moaned..pulling at my pants, demanding they come off.

I grabbed her hand, stopping her. She grunted in frustration and I found myself laughing with my face still buried in her neck.

"Please...give it to me." She pleaded, her voice barely coming out. Goddamnit. Hearing her beg was by far the sexiest thing I ever heard in my life.

I pulled at her shirt while looking down at her generous amount of clevage. "Don't you have something you'd like to show me first?"

She flushed as she realized what I was referring to, seeming very shy. So I continued. "I told you already. I want to see how the taste of you tastes, and I've been dying to get my mouth on those." My eyes didn't leave her clevage, her chest moving up and down with her heavy breathing.

She bit her bottom lip, as something in her eyes shifted. Oh, shit. She's starting to think.

Emma Riley

"I..cant do this. Not..right now." My voice came out in an embarrassing squeak, but I was so damn turned on I couldn't speak. I had never been this turned on before, and it made me realize just what I had been missing with Sam.

He stared at my face for a moment, trying to process what I had just said. When he didn't say anything, I spoke again."I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to lead you on. It's just.."

It's just that you were just fucking my ex-boyfriends girlfriend and I can't get the image of her in your robe out of my head.

He smirked at me, and released his grip. Even though I was the one that stopped it, I found myself disappointed when he backed away.

"You're not ready for me yet." He said with a grin. It was an observation, not a question. I ran a finger through my now messed up hair and awkwardly looked down at the ground

"That's okay. Daddy's patient." He winked, his dimples defined with his incredible smile. I found myself staring at his pearly white teeth, remembering that my lips were just between them a second ago.

"You're worth waiting for, Miss Riley." There was a sincerity in his voice that surprised me. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and blushed at the sweet comment.

"What do you say we call it a day?" He asked, staring at my mouth. I nodded, feeling it for the best. No way can I be here right now without jumping his bones.

He kept his eyes on me as I attempted to straighten up my clothes and hair, still having difficulty breathing.

I turned towards the door to leave. "Just one more thing, Miss Riley."

With that, I suddenly felt him smack my ass. Hard. Hard enough, I was sure it would leave a print. I turned back around to face him, stunned into silence.  A devilish grin was spread across his entire face.

"If I hear you speak negatively about yourself ever again, there will be plenty more where that came from, baby." His eyes burned into me as he bit his bottom lip, drawing my attention to his mouth.

Gulp.

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