Tempted by Danger (The Danger Family, #1)

by Endiya Carter

Rule #1 ‘No Fraternizing’ That was the main rule you had to follow if you wanted to stay employed at Danger Inc.

“Mother sent me to a boys’ school because she caught me having sex.” “You and your little nasty ass friends were having an orgy with six women and recording it, Dymon.

“Sometimes, I wonder what if Denim would have matched with Demetria instead of Dymon? He just embarrasses us so bad. He just acts like he hates us. I’m so sick of him,” I mumbled.

Declan, you ain’t nothing but a kiss-ass.

“I’m only on her bad side because she’s trying to use the guest hall for her reception for a fraction of what it normally cost… again.” I shook my head. “If anything, you need to charge her more. Isn’t this, like, the fourth marriage?”

Switching the subject, I said, “Mr. and Mrs. Steele told me to tell y’all hello.” Granny Anne dropped the pan she was washing in the water and started slowly shaking her head while sighing. “You about to get her started, Quinn.” “Damn right she is. You know that old heffa was going around, telling people at the church that my baked chicken wasn’t cooked right and gave her the runs. Now how it was my baked chicken that gave her the runs when everybody else said that my baked chicken was the best thing on the plates? She just mad that everyone told her to stop bringing that mushy-in-the-middle cake that she been making.”

“Alright, Granny. She right here.” He slid his phone in his pocket. “I’m right here, what?” “Your grandma called my grandma and told her that you…” “…were moving to New York.”

“Alright, baby. Make sure you strap your helmet on even tighter…” She ended the page and came right back, whispering, “You know Willie Earl’s grandsons be coming here on the weekends, flying up and down that road on those four wheelers. I don’t know why they don’t stay over in Fort Myers with that mess. Okay. Be safe.” With every page I got, I realized that my dad was right. I should have never showed my mother how to use that feature. You never knew what she was going to say or when she was going to say it. I was going to find a way to disable it without her knowing.

I just want you to venture out and experience things. That’s all.” “Okay. I get it, but let me decide when I want to leave and venture out.” “Okay, I’m sorry.” I started out of the kitchen. “Although, the job starts at a hundred and seventy-five thousand dollars and comes with a corporate apartment,” she spit out, making me pause and take a few steps backward into the kitchen, keeping my eyes on her. “But no pressure, though.”

Six months wasn’t bad, but it would be the first time I’ve ever been away from my parents that long. “Quinci, it’s only six months. You can do it.” What’s the worst that can happen?

None of them have had the capacity to retain basic information. Along with their brains being a bowl of porridge, they all called themselves trying to seduce me—as if I’d ever sleep with them.”

“You can be angry with me all you want, but I stand by my decision. One peek at her social media, and I see that she’s not fit to work here. Before she even submitted the application—which was filled out terribly, might I add—she was talking about how her uncle was about to get her a job with a rich nigga, and it was going to be over for you hoes, or something like that. My assistant will know too much of my business to be online talking like that.” The elevator slowed to a stop. “So again, your problems are not with me.”

“So, a few weeks ago, it was brought to my attention of this beautiful resort that’s going up for sale in just a few short months in Hawaii, and I would like to purchase it and turn it into a sex resort.” Everybody in the room gasped and started looking around, waiting on someone to speak first. One of the first times, they looked at Declan for him to speak up, and he took the bait. “That will never work. It doesn’t matter if you revamped the brand or not.” “Declan, you said that about the private lodge in Colorado, and look… it’s booked out for at least a year. The waiting list is a mile long. Why would I ever take anything you say seriously? That’s exactly why you didn’t get the business, right there. The only reason you are sitting here—” “Dymon, don’t go low,” Diesel warned.

made a new manual as thick as a Harry Potter book, but there were only two rules that I really enforced, and that was under no circumstances that they fraternized inside or outside of work. I reminded them that they wouldn’t be finding their spouse at DHQ, and if they did, they’d both be out of a job. The other rule I heavily enforced was that they never, ever gossiped about the previous owner and the reason the company was turned over to me. Rule number two was the reason a lot of people had gotten the boot.

When I took over the company, Metri started working for the HR department. When I told her she had to interview, she stared at me like I had two heads on my shoulders. Needless to say, she didn’t interview for the job. Our mom

My dad turned and looked at him. “Now, if you here, who the hell at the grove?” “Mr. Q., I left Lil’ Jon…” “Oh, Lord, not Lil’ Jon. This why I can’t trust y’all. That boy don’t know up from down some days. At this point, my replacement is not even born yet.” Kemba and I both laughed.

‘Yeah, I need her in New York.’ She gets out there, we’ll probably never hear from her again. Quinn, you promise not to get wrapped up in no crazy, satanic mess?” “Grams, please, okay?” I laughed. “I know how to take care of myself. And don’t be mad at me. Take it out on your daughter-in-law.” She looked at her. “I know. Bern always running her damn mouth. She been that way since she was young. Still don’t know how her and Quest got together. She talks too damn much, and my Quest don’t talk enough.”

When the doors opened, we walked on, and she scanned the card before pressing the top button. “Wait. The penthouse? I’m getting the penthouse?” I whispered. “Oh my gosh. All my New York dreams are coming true in one week. Hallmark and Lifetime type movies always make penthouses look immaculate.” She laughed. “You’re getting a penthouse suite, yes.”

“If you think I’m signing anything to keep my mouth closed about fucking you, then you’d be sadly mistaken,” she spat while pulling her straps over her shoulder. My eyebrows furrowed. “Now why would I stop you from telling others about your great experience with me?”

was always the tallest girl and had filled out before my classmates. Eighth grade gym was very traumatic for me. Leaving class, I overheard one of the male teachers telling another male teacher what he’d do to my body, and it was the most disgusting thing I’d ever heard in my life. When

“Where I’m from, we really don’t pick up on sarcasm well, so I really don’t know if you’re being sarcastic or if you’re just a bitch or what… but I hope we can be friends. I’m new here, and I would hate to have an enemy before I even make one acquaintance. Truce?”

He peeked over his computer. “File. Them. Do you know what that means?” A tight smile spread across my face while I stared at him. “Wenci, I hope I don’t have to repeat myself because—” “I do.” I walked across the room, picking up the stack of papers that were on his desk. “I was just trying to see if the views of this city and access to free food is worth your attitude.” He didn’t stop typing until I’d walked away from his desk. “Excuse me?” he queried at my back. “You heard what I said.” “I didn’t even—” I pulled his door closed in the middle of his sentence, walking around my desk and sitting down. The

“No, I’m okay. I might need leverage.” He looked taken aback before reclining in his chair. “Leverage?” I nodded my head. “Uh-huh. Just in case I have to remind you that you’re talking to a woman.”

Am I understood?” My jaws clenched. “I understand.” “I’m not sure what you did on your farm, but—” “Did you forget why I was standing? I can be very sensitive about my hometown. I… said… I… understand. Am I dismissed?”

“I received a message from Unknown. Not Mr. Dymon Danger. If you wanted me to get you some tea, then you should have texted me from your phone, not some text app or whatever like a child.” I stood up. “Like a child? Your job as my assistant is to assist me, whenever I need you to assist me. Day or night.” She looked taken aback. “Well, Mr. Dymon, if that is the definition of an executive assistant, then that number on the offer sheet I signed yesterday needs to double, and I need a work phone too because I refuse to have you ordering me around on my personal phone. I will turn that phone off with the quickness, and you will instantly disappear. Poof.”

She snatched the orange back up. “And give me back my orange. No orange love for the grumpy man. Now, I am going to go sort out your calendar and check your emails in the process.”

“And I am Quinci with an I, by the way. I’m assuming you’re a Danger too?” She held her hand out, prompting him to grab her hand. I wondered if he felt what I felt when I grabbed her small soft ass hands. How the fuck was she a farmer with soft hands like that? Diesel nodded his head and smiled. “Diesel. Diesel Danger. Elder Danger to my siblings. I am down the hall, to the left if you ever need anything.” He knew what he was doing, and it was working. “Nice to meet you. Hopefully, you’re much nicer than Mr. Dymon. Shall I call you Mr. Diesel. Or…” “Just Diesel.” I adjusted the knot in my tie and cleared my throat. Diesel looked at me and slowly dropped her hand and smirked at me. She squinted at me before walking out of my office, closing the door behind her, snapping both me and Diesel’s trance off her ass. “I like her. She had your ass speechless. Read your ass like a book. And you ain’t do shit but look goofy.”

“Okay, so, I’ve been looking—” “Does this have something to do with work?” “Actually, yes. So, I was thinking after lunch, I’d go floor to floor and meet some of the staff and introduce myself. Because I was playing around in the Kog software and joined a little group of new employees at DHQ on there, and do you know after I introduced myself, they all left the group? What was that about? Do they hate me already because I am the Dymon adjacent?”

D. Dymon (CEO): Needed in HR. Q: Everly: Why? I looked at him, and he was doing his signature eyebrow raise. D. Dymon (CEO): The one thing you seem to not grasp is that my name has CEO beside it. Which means that whatever I say, goes. Nothing you respond to me with should have a ‘?’ at the end of it, especially after I’ve given you a command. I glared at him through the window. D. Dymon (CEO): HR. Now. Q. Everly: Next time your mother calls, I’m putting her through. I saw his fingers moving a mile a minute across the keyboard, but I disconnected my messenger before he could send it. I stood and put my phone in my back pocket, walking away from my desk. “Wenci!” he called out. “Going to HR like you said!” I responded.

“Mhm. Mr. Dymon, what did you do the other night? Sounds fun. Fun enough to get a call at work.” He hung up in my face. When I looked at him, he was shaking his head while staring at his computer.

message? Old man. Danger: Subj. Your Words: “If you want me to be on call for you 24/7, then I need a work phone and a raise.” You got your work phone and your raise. Now, it’s time to work 24/7. I rolled my eyes so hard.

Me: You’re committed to being an asshole. If you took two seconds to look in the file I created in the Kog system, and not text me on while I’m on a date, you’d see it. A message instantly came through. Danger: A date? Me: You jumped in my business so fast, you forgot to put a subject. The editing on the first five pages is done. If you don’t mind, I’ll be turning the phone off for the rest of the night. Goodnight, Mr. Dymon.

“Mr. Dymon, we are off the clock, and I will beat your ass.

“You want me to say it, don’t you? Say why I’m here? Say why I just spent over half a million dollars on my assistant, who I haven’t been able to get off my mind since the moment I laid eyes on her? Say why I’m breaking my number one rule. Is that what you want…?”

“Were you jealous, Mr. Dymon?” “Hell yeah. Didn’t even know I was moving until I was standing next to you.”

“Dymon.” “Yeah.” “You hired me, correct?” “I did.” “Do you remember what was on my resume?” “Nah. You know how many resumes I’ve looked at over the last four years.” “Understandable. I’m a retired detective.” “Ah, yeah. That’s right.” “Mhm-huh.” It didn’t hit me until, like. two minutes later, when our eyes met in the rearview mirror, but I kept quiet, trying not to give it away. He couldn’t say anything if I didn’t give him anything.

out? My name is literally on the building. Quinci: *eye roll emoji* My nAmE Is LiTeRalLy On tHe BuIlDiNg. Head ass.

“I know a secret,” he whispered. “You always have the best secrets. What’s this one?” “I know you have a girlfriend.” I coughed. “Excuse me? Who told you that? I don’t have a girlfriend.” He nodded his head. “Uh-huh. Dad told Mom. Only for the body, though.” I blinked slow. “What was that last part, Donovan?” “He said, ‘only for the body.’ What does that mean, Uncle Dymon?” “Nothing at all. Let’s finish washing our hands.”

“So, a sex resort, huh?” She stabbed at a few greens on her plate. “How does that help the brand when your nasty a-s-s father could have bankrupted us because of that?” My father sighed loudly, dropping his fork on the plate. Out the corner of my eye, I saw Donavan repeating the letters to himself, making me grin because he was going to figure it out in a second.

“Have a good evening, Kia,” I told her when I made it to the elevator. “You too. Word of advice. Changing your hair and stuff is not going to make him notice you.” “I didn’t ask for any advice, but thank you.”

“Wait. Why are you being a creep boss? Tell me more, but why you do that?”

Looking past them, Denim and Diesel both wore smirks that told me that I wasn’t going to hear the end of it. I’d take it. Because for a split second, I thought about what our lil’ girl would look like. Thick ass hair. Pretty deep brown skin. Hoped she would have her mama’s cheekbones and her smile. And her personality.

There was no way that she could just cut our relationship off and not feel shit. If she could, then she would be one cold-hearted bitch in my book, and I wouldn’t be able to do nothing but respect it because I have done the same thing to plenty of women when I was her age.

“Okay, I’m also talking fast because I am very nervous that just three months ago, I went from riding no plane, to riding first class and then now, I am riding on a private jettttt….” She whisper-shouted the last part, making me laugh so hard. She gasped and straightened her shoulders. “Mr. Dymon, I got private jet coochie?” Bernard choked and cleared his throat, while I continued to laugh. “Okay, sorry, Mr. Bernard. That was very out of line, and I wouldn’t have said anything like that in front of my father. I’m going to get out the car now and pray that God guides the pilot’s hands and eyes through the sky on this tiny… little…”

“Good afternoon, I have Mr. Danger and his company in the back.” Through the tinted window, I could see the woman’s face change. “The Mr. Danger?” The driver nodded his head. Quinci scoffed. “You ain’t nobody.”

Her coat pretty much blocked everything, making it even sexier because to the room, she was just giving me a lap dance, but if they could see how crooked my toes were trying to bend, they would know she was doing more than giving me a lap dance.

This man lapped at my pussy until I was crying hard, begging him to let me cum. By the time he let me, the orgasm had built up to me aggressively squirting in his face. And his nasty ass loved it. He told me he wished that he had a bucket so he could collect it and pour it over himself. What nasty mothafucka would say something like that? Him. Only him. That was just the beginning of what he had in store for me. While I was handcuffed, he straddled my chest, and fucked my face, grabbing a fist full of my hair. He popped his dick out of my mouth, and spit. In. My. Mouth. What? In my head, I was thinking, my mother couldn’t have known her baby daughter would be a freak-bitch like that.

“I love you, Quinci,” he whispered in my ear. There it was. He didn’t say, Princess, I love you. He said, Quinci. “I love you, Quinci.” That was real. That was outside of the expectations that he’d set…we’d both set. Those words were the reason that I’d cried while he made love to me. Those words were the reason I let him work himself in my asshole. Anal sex while high, tipsy, and emotionally high was the best journey I could’ve ever taken my body on. When he was done filling my ass with his cum, he said, “Please, don’t leave me.” Once again, outside of the expectations. How could he ask me that when he knew that I would already do anything for him? I was already gone.

He squinted at me and smiled, making me smile. He’d picked up the disposable camera, snapping a picture of me before I could protest. My robe was halfway open, and my hair was all over my head. I still looked and felt halfway malnourished from the marathon this man ran on me last night. “Now, why would you want that memory?” “To show our babies, once they grown, how crazy I had their mom looking after dropping dick in her.” I rolled my eyes. “Disgusting.”

“You have some nerve to be talking about disrespect when you’ve disrespected me since the moment I sat down. Although my parents taught me to be respectful of everyone, sometimes, you must meet disrespect with disrespect, especially when one knows better, or should. I told Mr. Dymon…after we consummated our relationship, to never ever let a bitch disrespect me, and I must say bitch, and you could absolutely be mutually inclusive. I’m going to tell you something that no one at this table has the balls to tell you, and that’s to shut the fuck up sometimes before you run into someone just a little more disrespectful than I am being right now. My grandmothers would be livid at the way I talked to someone who’s their ages right now, but you needed to hear it.”