Holly's AwakeningBy: Sam Crescent
Her eyes stared at something past his shoulder. Kade watched her reactions and knew Steven was right. If someone didn’t step in right away she was going to snap. Her submissiveness showed in the way she held herself. In his presence her natural instinct was to submit. Kade saw it, recognised it, and respected it.
“Remove your sweater,” he said.
“What?” she asked. Her voice shook as she spoke the one word.
“Are you wearing a bra underneath and a shirt?”
“Then take your sweater off.”
Her fingers played with the bottom of her sweater. He hated the damn thing.
Steven placed a hand on her shoulder. “Trust him. He’s got your best interests at heart.”
Seeing the fight inside her, Kade took over. There really was too much responsibility on her little shoulders. Taking hold of the bottom of the sweater, he tugged it over her head and threw the offending item of clothing to the floor.
She stood in front of him wearing a top that clung to her like a second skin. Unlike the sweater she wore, this shirt outlined her curvy figure. Her waist was small compared to the expanse of her hips and breasts.
He saw the outline of her nipples, which were once again large. Lust hit him square in the groin. His cock thickened with the need to taste her.
“Kade?” Steven called his name, catching his attention.
Letting go of Holly, he grabbed her sweater off the floor and handed it to her. In seconds she was out of the office. Steven stood next to the closed office door.
“I’ll do it,” Kade said. He saw no other choice but to take her and help her. Holly needed a firm hand and someone to rely on. He and Steven were those people.
Holly sat behind her desk and looked at the computer screen in front of her. Kade had left Steven’s office several hours ago, and it was almost lunchtime. John would be outside waiting for her in a few minutes. Pressing around her eye she winced from the instant pain. She hated being hit in the face and making the same excuse of falling down the stairs. She lived in a trailer, so they didn’t really have any stairs. Holly knew what it felt like to be flung down the dozen steps leading up to the front of the trailer, and not once did that leave a mark like the one on her face.
Her father hadn’t liked the fact she didn’t have any money, and neither did her mother. The only reason her father stopped hitting her after one hit was because John had turned up ready to take her to work. At least their father was terrified of John, as otherwise her bruising would be far worse. Her father wasn’t too scared to call the sheriff if they took their brothers and sisters away from them. Holly and John had tried to do that. Their parents’ threat stopped them from trying again.
Steven walked out of his office to sit on her desk. She kept typing away. Her boss cleared his throat making her stop. Hesitating over the keys she turned to stare at her lap. Both men affected her, and she hated the response they created inside her.
“Are you okay, Holly?”
He wasn’t a big stickler for formality.
“I’m fine. Everything is … fine.” Providing she earned enough to keep her brothers and sisters in clothes and food, the rest of the money was taken off her by her father. She had to pick them up at five from the after-school club she’d put them in that ran ‘til five-thirty.
“You’re not kidding anyone when you say you fell down the stairs.”
She tensed, hovering over the keyboard. “It’s nothing. Please, it’s nothing.”
He rested a hand on her shoulder. She couldn’t help but stiffen further at his touch. Holly heard him curse but didn’t say anything to find out why he was cussing.
“I want you to do something for me,” he said, catching her attention.
Glancing up at him, she waited for him to speak.
“Friday night I want you to come here—”
“I can’t come Friday. I have to be at home.”
If her father went out she needed to be home to make sure he didn’t start in on the other kids. For some reason after he ranted and raved at her, he backed down and went to bed. Her mother was no use at all.
“Don’t interrupt,” he said. “I’m going to deal with your siblings. I want you here.”
“You can’t do—”
“Hey, sis, you ready?” John walked through the door halting her conversation.
“John, how are you?” Steven asked. He didn’t look away from her as he spoke to her brother.
“I’m good, Sir. I’m here to have lunch with my sister.”
“You’re a hard worker. Kade and I value hard workers.”
“Thank you, Sir.”