"It was fun," I say it more as a fact than a question. I don't know what the hell tonight was. After she'd gone back into the kitchen I'd sat there alone at the table for more than thirty minutes. When she finally reappeared all I wanted was to get the hell out of there. I need to go home and jack off. I'm on the edge and looking at her isn’t helping at all.
Her hands clench slightly in her lap. "Yes, it was fun."
"Did you just admit to having fun with me, Libby?" I know it's immature but I want to hear it again.
"I've never been in the kitchen of such a nice restaurant before." Her hand reaches out to tap mine. "Thank you for taking me there."
Thank you for making me want you more than I can fucking stand right now.
"Have you thought about spending more time with me?" I would wait to bring it up but we're only a few blocks from her excuse for an apartment and I don't want to miss my chance.
She rubs her index finger over her right eye causing a trail of mascara to appear on her cheek. It somehow makes her that much more desirable. "I have thought about it."
Don’t stop there, Libby. Spit it out. Only this one time though. She has to swallow. Jesus. How fucking hot would it be to watch her swallowing my load?
Alec, get a fucking grip.
"Did you make a decision?" I ask, trying to keep my voice from giving away all the anxiety I'm feeling. How can I be so hung up on her? She's just a woman.
"I have." She pulls the ends of her hair between her thumb and index finger twisting it around. "We're here now."
My head bolts out the window and I realize Gabriel just turned the car onto her street. "What did you decide?"
She turns slowly until she's facing me directly. "I want you to kiss me."
"You want me to kiss you?" I repeat back certain that there's no way in hell she said that to me.
Her eyes scan my face as she inches closer to me on the seat "Yes, I want that."
"I want it too," I say. Of course I fucking want it.
My eyes don't leave her face as she slides across the seat. I'm frozen in place as she twists her body until she's in my lap facing me. I can't breathe as her soft hands cup my face and I moan aloud as her beautiful lips glide over mine.
Chapter 15
Libby
This is why I don't drink expensive wine anymore. I end up doing things I shouldn't. Right now, I'm sitting in Alec Hughes' lap making out with him.
"Let me come up to your apartment," he growls the words into my mouth. "Please, Libby."
I rub my wet panties over his suited crotch. I can feel how hard his cock is. I can feel how big his cock is. Is that why he's so cocky? Is there a direct link? I had too much wine.
I don't answer. I dart my tongue into his mouth, running it along his. One of his hands is on my lower back, the other on my thigh.
"Libby," he says through a whine. "I want to fuck you."
My sex clenches when he says the words. It's what I want too. I don't know who I'm trying to fool by pretending I don't. I almost came in the restaurant when he was talking about tasting me.
I lean back slightly so our lips part. "Sometimes when I drink too much wine I get aroused."
His brow cocks slightly as a grin takes over his gorgeous mouth. "I'll take note of that."
"At the restaurant you said some things about my body." I nod towards my panties. "It was hot."
"You liked it?" I feel his cock jump in his pants so I adjust myself, pressing my mound into him.
I push my hair back from the side of my face. I must look ridiculous. "I touched myself until I came in the bathroom."
"You what?" His hand races up my thigh to the edge of my panties. "Did you say you came in the bathroom?"
My index finger darts to my mouth. "I wasn't going to say anything. It's a secret."
"Christ, Libby." His lips are pressed against mine. "I need to be inside of you."
I lean back just far enough that I can breathe. My lips are almost touching his. "What happens if we have sex?"
"You'll have an orgasm. Actually, you'll have more than one."
"No, that's not what I meant." I drag my pussy across his pants. "You're really good in bed, aren't you?"
Both of his hands are on my thighs now. "I've never had a complaint."
I press my lips into his again. His kiss is lush and open. His breath trails down my neck as one of his fingers darts into my panties. I can't stifle the moan that escapes me. I'm so grateful that Gabriel got out of the car once he parked. I can't imagine the sounds he's heard coming from the back seat of Alec's car.
"Libby, God, you're so smooth." His finger runs the length of my folds, parting them slightly. "I want to taste you, Libby. I want my tongue inside of this."
I want that too. I've wanted that since he talked about it at dinner. It's the reason I had to go into the washroom at Axel NY, hide in a stall and make myself come. I couldn't stand the intensity of what I was feeling. I can't stand it now.
"I feel so…" my voice trails as he slides his finger over my swollen clitoris.
"Take me upstairs, Libby," he whispers the words into my neck. "I need to taste you."
I nod. I can't say the words. I don't want to give voice to everything I'm feeling. I don't want to hear myself confess that my body is aching to have his inside of it. I just want to feel. I just want to enjoy the pleasure he's going to give to me.
"Gabriel," he barks the driver's name out as soon as he opens the car door. "Help us out of here. I'm taking Libby upstairs."
***
"I don't want you to get me a solo." I don't hesitate when I hand him the keys to my apartment. "I don't want to complicate things."
He puts the key in the lock and swings the door open, pushing me inside. "What do you want if you don't want a solo?"
I try to look at his face but he's too busy undressing. Technically, he's only taking off his suit jacket but he's starting to work on his cuff links so it's only a matter of time before I get to see Alec Hughes completely nude.
I might as well get comfortable too seeing as how it's my apartment. I throw my purse on the floor before I grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head in one single movement. I've seen it done in movies. It's sexy as hell. In my case, it's awkward as fuck. My hair catches on one of the buttons that runs down the back. I whimper aloud because it stings. I'm stuck in a darkness of my own making which is really just the inside of my dress, which is now sitting on my head.
"Libby?" The low grumble of a chuckle is there. It may even be a muted laugh.
"Are you laughing at me?" I turn towards where his voice emanated from. I can only see a small sliver of light shining above my head.
"Your body is beautiful," he says softly. "You look amazing, Libby."
Sure. Right. I'm standing in heels, with a matching set of black panties and bra on. That's all well and good but the god dammed dress that is stuck over my head isn't adding to my sex appeal in the least.
"Help me, please." I can't believe I actually have to say it. Is it not obvious that a little assistance may be appreciated? I may have to take 'gentleman' off the checklist I had running in my head of all the things about Alec I liked.
"Shit. I'm sorry," he mutters at me through the darkness. "I'll pull it off."
I wince as he gives the dress a strong tug. I almost cry out as when he jerks on it again, pulling a lock of my hair out with it. "My hair," I whimper.
"I'm sorry." His hand jumps to the side of my head. "I didn't mean to pull out your hair."
I look at his bare chest. My eyes glide over his shoulders up his neck to his face. "Wow," I mutter beneath my breath. "Wow."
"You like what you see?"
I might be panting at this point. I don't even know. He's so muscular. He actually has a six pack. I've never seen one this close before. I'm so tempted to drop to my knees and run my hands all over it, but if I do that he's going to open his pants and then I'll want to…
"Libby? Are you okay?" His
hands are on my waist pulling me into him.
"You smell nice." I tap his rock hard chest with my palm. "I mean you smell so nice. What is that?"
He scoops me up in his arms in one easy movement. He's romantic. He may pretend to be all about fucking but he's romantic. He's carrying me to my bed so he can make love to me. He's chivalrous. He's nothing like I thought he would be. Nothing. I…
Chapter 16
Alec
Hey, Karma. You can fuck right off.
She's asleep. She fell asleep when I was carrying her to her bed. This is how the universe is paying me back for fucking so many random women. I finally find one I actually like being around who happens to also be the hottest thing I've ever seen and she's almost naked and fast asleep.
When did this become my life? I've never had a woman fall asleep on me. I've also never had a woman get her dress stuck over her head. That was fucking adorable. She has no idea what she's doing to me.
I hear a door slam. It has to be the roommate. I remember Libby telling me her roommate's ex-boyfriend was stalking here in the hallway the first night I came over. I carefully pull a sheet over Libby's body before I run my lips over her forehead.
"Who are you?" Her voice assaults me the minute I close the door to Libby's room.
I turn to look at her. She's tall, brunette, chiseled features. She's a model. I've seen her somewhere before. "I'm Alec. Who are you?"
"Jade." Her eyes move from Libby's door to my half-dressed body. "What were you doing with Libby?"
Not what I wanted to be doing. "Libby's asleep. I'm leaving."
"You can stay."
It's there in her voice. I've heard it dozens of times before. It's the want and the need that comes from a woman who isn’t satisfied. Libby's roommate is actually making a play for me. I don't want her living here anymore.
"I just walked out of your roommate's bedroom," I spit the words out at her before I turn to walk towards the door. I need to get dressed.
"So?" she purrs back. "You look like you can go more than one round."
"I'm not interested," I say with conviction. I'm not interested. Normally, I'd have in a woman like her bent over a chair with my cock giving her everything she could ever possibly need. Right now, I'm debating whether I should go back in Libby's room, strip down and fall asleep with her wrapped in my arms.
"I won't tell, Libby." She shoves at my shoulder as I pull on my suit jacket. "She'll never know."
"I'll know." I shake my head, turn the doorknob and step out into the hallway.
***
"White roses. I want two dozen of them. I'll text the address to you and sign the card, Alec. That's Alec with a 'c' not Alex with an 'x.' I want them there within the hour." I swipe my thumb across my phone ending the call.
It's seven in the morning. Libby will be leaving for rehearsal by nine so with any luck those flowers will get to her before she walks out the door. I tap out her address and send it in a text to a florist I found on Google. I'm normally not the flower sending type.
"Mr. Hughes?"
I don't need to turn towards the doorway of my office to know that Lance is standing there. He's supposed to be here at eight with a coffee in hand. It's seven. What the fuck is he doing here? I came here to think and now I have to deal with that?
"You're here early, sir. Do you want me to get your coffee now?"
"Right now," I turn around sharply.
"Is something wrong?" He takes a step into my office.
I don't recall offering that invitation. "Get the coffee."
He races out the door almost tripping over his own feet. I'll give him credit for being enthusiastic. Not credit in the form of a raise, mind you.
My desk phone rings and I immediately decide to ignore it. No one knows I'm here and the fact that they're calling this early doesn't impress me one bit. I'm all for making the most of your day, but I'm not sure I'm ready to start mine officially yet. It finally comes to a stop almost the exact moment my cell starts ringing. Persistence is a quality I admire. I recognize the number immediately.
"Margaret," I say her name clearly into the phone. "Good morning."
"Alec." Her voice is calm. It's completely different than the last time we spoke. "I tried calling you at your office."
"It's just past seven here." It's a conversation we've had time and time again. "New York lags a few hours behind London."
"Right." The word is clipped. "I'm calling about opening night."
I knew the call was coming. I've been avoiding it and her. Whenever I've backed a new play it meant seeing Margaret and David. The experience was rarely pleasant, but always painful.
"We want to book our flights before prices go up."
"I'll arrange all of that for you." I always do. There hasn't been one time when Margaret and David have come to New York where I haven't paid for the entire trip. She knows it. She's always sure to remind me of it.
"Are you sure, Alec?"
I hesitate briefly before answering. I'm tempted to just tell her what I'm feeling. They don't need to come back here. I don't need to keep investing in plays. This needs to be over. "I'm positive."
Chapter 17
Libby
"Those are for me?"
I know I shouldn't sound so completely shocked, but let's be realistic for a minute. I live with a budding supermodel. Her legs are almost as long as my entire body. Her face is exotic and flawless. Since I've lived with Jade every single flower delivery has been for her. On her birthday, there was literally no room to move. There were dozens of bouquets being delivered all day. Now, today, the day after my so-called-date with Alec Hughes, I'm the one with the flowers. They're beautiful.
"That guy that was in your room last night must have sent them." She points the half peeled banana in her hand at them. "He was hot, Libby. Score."
No, I didn't score. I didn't even round third base. I fell asleep. "You saw him?"
"He was coming out of your room half-dressed." She takes a big bite of the end of the fruit. "I said goodnight to him."
Why do I suddenly have a vision of Jade pulling Alec into her room to give him a goodnight kiss on his dick? "What does that mean?"
She cocks one of her perfectly coiffed dark brows. "What do you think it means?"
My head hurts too much for this. I need to shower before I go to rehearsal. I also need to find my dress. "Have you seen my dress, Jade?"
"You left it on the floor." She nods her head back towards the front door. "If I was with a man like that, I'd strip naked as soon as I could too."
I turn around to go back down the hallway. I can't be late for rehearsal. I need to get my mind back into my job. I didn't work this hard to lose my chance to finally make it on Broadway. Today I turn a new leaf. I need to forget about Alec Hughes and what it felt like to kiss him.
***
"I didn't think it was possible for you to look more beautiful than you did last night." His voice floats over my neck as I'm reaching down to pick up my bag.
I was prepared to face him in a day or two. I can't do it now. I don't even know what I said or did last night. I know I kissed him. I can't forget that but everything after that is a blur. I stay hunched over hoping that someone else in the rehearsal hall will say something that will steal his attention away from me.
"Mr. Hughes," Sharma says his name over my shoulder. "I'm glad you're here. I wanted to talk to you about a few things."
I straighten my back. This is my chance. I can walk out the doors and hop into the elevator while he discusses business with the director. I'll be able to regain some of my misplaced composure and face him when I don't feel so completely hung over and embarrassed.
"Not now." His hand catches my elbow. "I'm busy."
"These issues aren't going to sort themselves out." She's frustrated and growing impatient. I've heard the very same inflections in her voice when the cast hasn't performed a scene exactly the way she's instructed us to.
"Call my office
and make an appointment. I'll be happy to talk to you about things there."
Her footsteps storm out of the room with all the measured grace of a herd of wild horses. I can hear others moving around behind us. The almost whispered references to Alec and I are apparent even if they aren't overt.
"Did you get the flowers, Libby?" His lips brush against the back of my neck.
Turning around, I look up into his beautiful face. His brow cocks in anticipation. "I got the flowers, yes. They're really beautiful."
"I'm glad you like them." He leans back, jutting his hands in the pockets of his pants. "How are you feeling today?"
I run my tongue over my top teeth trying to chase away how dry my mouth feels. "I'm okay. I'm sorry I got drunk."
"You weren't drunk." His hand leaps from his pocket to push a hair back that has fallen onto my face. "You didn't eat enough dinner. The wine got the best of you."
He's polite and understanding and incredibly hot. His eyes are so green. I exhale as I pull my gaze from him to the floor. "I fell asleep."
"I put you to bed."
I'm grateful that he whispers the words under his breath. I've already been subjected to the jealous glances of other dancers in the chorus. They know that I'm the girl that Alec Hughes has chosen this season. I'm still not sure I want to be. I trace the nail on my right thumb with my left one. "We need to talk about things."
"We do?"
I nod. "I have to work at the store tonight. I need to go but can we talk soon?"
He reaches for my elbow again. "I’ll have Gabriel drive us. We'll stop at your apartment so you can change. Then we'll take you to the store."
I pull away. I can't do it. I can't talk to him today because I don't know what I'll say yet. "Not today. I'll go myself."
I turn and walk out of the rehearsal hall. By the time I board the elevator, he's still not in sight.
Chapter 18
Alec
I'm losing her. I haven't tasted her yet and I'm already about to lose her. I saw it in her eyes. It was there. Regret. I see it when I look in the mirror every fucking morning. I'd recognize it across a football field. She regrets what we did the other night. She regrets climbing onto my lap and kissing me in a way I've never been kissed before. She regrets the whole goddamn thing.
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