Daniel Alexander

by J. Sterling

  “Tell me again how that was his fault?” She flipped her hair off her shoulders and pinned me with her stare.

  I tilted my head to the left and leaned the weight of it against my fingers. “It’s his fault for making me feel so much for him. I got stupid when it came to him, and my work suffered. I don’t know how to concentrate on both! Then, my conversation with Kate last night—”

  “Wait! You ended up calling her? What did she want?”

  “She cried the whole time on the phone with me, Barbara. It was horrible. She’s completely in love with Daniel. She asked me to stop seeing him, so they could have another chance.”

  Her lips pressed tight into a straight line before she opened them. “Tell me right now, you did not break up with Daniel Alexander and his gorgeous face because some stupid girl he used to fuck is in love with him.”

  “Not because of her, no. To be honest, I didn’t appreciate the bullshit being with him brought to my doorstep. Why do I have to deal with that crap? I don’t have time for that kind of drama in my life.”

  “Elizabeth, everyone has baggage. Everyone. But some people are worth unpacking for—or at least helping with their carry-on luggage or something. Don’t you think he’s worth it?”

  “I do, but I’m really overwhelmed, and I feel like a failure,” I admitted, feeling weak and pathetic—two qualities I despised.

  “I know, sweetie, but you’re not a failure. You didn’t do anything wrong. You and Daniel are in that honeymoon phase where you can’t get enough of each other, but you shouldn’t punish him, or yourself, for that. You should be celebrating the fact that you found that kind of feeling in someone as amazing as he is. Seriously, you’re both so lucky.”

  “I hate when you’re logical.”

  “You just hate when I’m right, which is always, so you must hate me a lot.” She smiled, and I leaned toward her, needing a hug from my closest friend. “You need to call him and fix this. He’ll understand.”

  Reaching for the phone, I dialed his office, but his secretary said he would be in meetings all afternoon. Defeated, I hung up the phone, wondering if I’d blown my chances with Daniel after all.

  35.

  DANIEL

  I knew I’d promised Elizabeth that I would walk away and give her space, but fuck that. I would not live without this woman in my life, and I wouldn’t let her get away that easily after only just finding her. I didn’t care what she’d claimed to want.

  She’d tilted my world on its axis, and I refused to act like that didn’t mean anything. Dealing with Elizabeth meant finding a balance between not scaring her off and also not really giving her a choice. I knew I needed to walk the tightrope between being understanding and being demanding. If she wanted to run, I’d hold on even tighter. This girl would not be pushing me away anytime soon, and I’d help her work through her fears because I had some of my own.

  After charming a young girl into letting me inside Elizabeth’s building, I waited outside her front door with a bouquet that was a single rose lighter and an overnight bag. I was optimistically presumptuous. I had no idea how long I’d be waiting for her to get home from work, but it didn’t matter. I’d wait for-fucking-ever. It was cliché and cheesy as shit but so true.

  When the elevator doors opened, she stepped out, wearing a tight-fitting dark blue skirt and a light-blue shirt, with her blonde hair falling down to her breasts. I almost fell to my knees at the sight of her. She was so beautiful. The look on her face when she noticed me made my heart leap inside my chest. Elizabeth was surprised but not mad.

  I watched as she dropped her purse to the ground and ran straight toward my arms. Allowing the roses to fall to the floor, I reached for her and lifted her off the ground, holding on tight, as I inahled her scent.

  “I’m so sorry,” she breathed against my neck before finding my lips with hers.

  Her tongue wasted no time in entering my mouth, and I instantly hardened. I cupped her ass with one hand while my other hand pulled her shirt free before stroking the length of her back. I wanted her.

  Her head pulled back, and a smile appeared. “I shouldn’t have said what I did last night. I was hurt, upset, and confused.”

  “I know,” I said with confidence.

  “I’m so glad you’re here.”

  “Of course I’m here.” I smirked at her. There was never any other option. There would be no other choices for me again.

  “Let me get my stuff, and we’ll go inside.” She turned to pick up the contents of her spilled purse, and I watched her ass sway from side to side.

  Once inside her place, I forced myself to have some control. I’d have my way with her after we sorted this out. I placed the roses on her kitchen counter, and she sniffed at them.

  “They’re beautiful. Thank you.” She inspected them, finding the one red rose. “One red?” she asked, unsure of the meaning.

  “I thought you might be getting tired of all the white roses.”

  She stepped toward me with purpose. Grabbing my tie, she pulled my body against hers. “Never. I’ll never get tired of getting white roses from you.”

  I waved my hand toward her couch. “I’m having a hard time concentrating on anything but imagining you naked, Elizabeth, but we need to talk.”

  “Well, that’s a first—a guy who wants to talk before screwing. Aren’t you full of surprises?” she teased me and I squelched my desire to spank her for it.

  “I talked to Kate,” I started off, figuring I might as well lay all my cards on the table right away.

  “When?” Her head cocked to the side, exposing her neck, and I shifted my position.

  “Last night, I went over to her place. She was a mess, but I honestly think we got it sorted out.”

  “How? She sounded pretty torn up on the phone.” Her eyes creased together, almost as if she were channeling Kate’s pain as her own.

  “She was at first, but we talked.”

  “Just talked?” she asked as disbelief filled her tone.

  I scowled with her question. It was completely unjustifiable. Elizabeth just hadn’t realized that yet.

  “I’m never fucking anyone else again, Elizabeth. Don’t you get that?”

  Her eyes looked away as a slight smile formed.

  I continued, “I made her see that I never lied to her or led her on.” I paused before clenching my jaw. “At least not on purpose. I can see now how my actions might have led her to believe that we could have had a future even though my words never said as much.”

  “That was big of you,” Elizabeth complimented me, and it filled me with a sense of pride.

  “Anyway, I told her what she deserved when it came to a man and how she should never settle for someone like me, and she agreed. She realized that I would never love her because she knew I could never feel about her the way I feel about you.”

  Elizabeth gasped softly, and her breasts pressed tighter against her blouse. She slowly moved back. “How do you feel about me?”

  I leaned toward her, my hands reaching for hers. “I’m fucking crazy about you. I refuse to live without you, and I’m not letting you push me away. We both have fears, but we’re going to work through them together. I told you before that I wouldn’t let you sacrifice your work for me, and I meant it. I never want to give you a reason to resent me or hate me. But you can’t shut me out. Just because I don’t live here doesn’t mean that you get to run away from me or stop communicating with me. As you can tell, I’ll just come down here and get you.”

  She laughed, and her whole face radiated like the sun. “I’m crazy about you, too, and that’s what scares me. I had the most explicit fantasy during a meeting, and I got caught. That’s why I was so pissed off.”

  “Wait—you had a fantasy about me?”

  She bit her bottom lip. “Oh, yeah.”

  “Is that why you said you got in trouble?”

  “Uh-huh.” She nodded.

  “Keep talking, but in a minute, tell me every single d
etail, so we can re-create it.” My dick started to harden again, no matter how many times I’d mentally told it to calm down.

  “It’s hard for me to admit being scared of things. It makes me feel weak, and I don’t like that. A woman in my position doesn’t get to where she is by being weak. But falling in love with you makes me feel that way. It makes me feel vulnerable.”

  “You’re falling in love with me?” My heart sped up as if I were running a marathon, beating in double-time against my chest and pounding so loud in my ears. I suddenly felt as if I were the girl in this relationship.

  “I’m falling for you so hard and so fast,” she declared.

  “You’re not alone in that. Please don’t think that you’re the only one feeling that way. At least that should give you some comfort, right?” I wanted to calm her fears, hating the fact that anything about me scared her at all.

  She agreed with a nod. “It does make me feel better, but I’m still scared, and I hate it.”

  “So, we’ll get through it. Be scared. I’ll be here to make sure there’s nothing to be scared of. I’m not going to let you fail. I’m not going to let you fall. You’re going to keep being the incredible business woman that you are, and I’m going to be by your side for it all. I mean, I’ll be by your side from San Francisco, but still.” I laughed as her eyes watered.

  “Barbara was right.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I scooted my body close to hers. “What about?”

  “She said that we were both lucky to have found each other and that some people were worth unpacking baggage for.”

  “Babe, I’ll buy you more suitcases and storage units for all your baggage. I don’t even care. I want all of you and everything that comes with it.”

  36.

  ELIZABETH

  How the hell I ever deserved to find someone as amazing as Daniel was beyond me, but right now, in my living room, I didn’t care about the whys of it all. I was too thrilled being in the nows of it.

  “So, you forgive me?” In order to move on, I knew I needed to acknowledge that I had been wrong.

  “Of course I forgive you. It might not always be easy, but I know it’s going to be worth it.” He sounded so damn confident.

  “You’re always so sure of yourself.”

  “I believe in us. But promise me something, going forward.”

  “What’s that?”

  “That you won’t shut me out. I will chase you every single time you run from me, but one of these days, you have to stop wanting to run. I want you to want to stop running.”

  How was it that this man, so new to my life, seemed to know me so well?

  “I want to stop running. I do. It’s just easier for me, but it’s not fair to you. I know I have to start thinking about your feelings now, too.”

  “Yes, you do. I’m very sensitive in case you haven’t noticed.” He pursed his lips together and made a silly face.

  “Oh, yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Promise me that you won’t get tired of dealing with my shit?”

  “I probably will,” he said with a yawn.

  “Great,” I said, only half-joking.

  He reached for me and pulled my head into his lap. “I might get tired of your shit, but you could always make it up to me with a blow job.”

  “I heard those cure everything.” I stared up at his handsome face.

  “Speaking of”—he wiggled his eyebrows—“tell me about that fantasy.”

  I shot up from his lap and jumped to my feet. “How about I show you?” I teased as I started stripping off my clothes. Kicking off my heels, I took three more steps before letting my skirt fall to the floor. I stepped out of it, and took a few more steps as I unbuttoned my blouse, seductively, one button at a time. I dropped it in my bedroom, quickly followed by my bra.

  Glancing behind me, I watched as Daniel picked up my discarded items before dropping them in one pile on my floor. I stepped out of my thong and turned on the shower.

  “Please tell me this was worth getting in trouble over,” he said with a sly grin.

  “I’ll let you know after the shower.” I moved inside and watched as he undressed, adding his clothes to mine on the floor.

  Daniel opened the shower door and walked in. His hands encircled my waist, and he turned me to face him just like I had imagined. He leaned forward and kissed my shoulder before moving to my neck. “Did I do this?”

  “Something like that,” I said before craning my neck to the side, giving him all of it.

  “What about this? Did I do this?” he asked before moving down to my breasts.

  Water ran down them and onto his lips.

  I moaned in response as he pulled my nipple into his mouth and circled it with his tongue. His hand massaged my other breast, and he licked and sucked at me before switching sides.

  Water drenched his face, and I leaned forward, licking it off his lips, before he disappeared again, burying his face in my other breast. As he tugged the nipple between his teeth, I pulled his hair, enjoying the brief shock waves going through my body. He wasted no time in dropping to his knees.

  He looked up at me, his hazel eyes shining. “I bet this was part of the fantasy, wasn’t it?”

  I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and pulled it between my teeth as his tongue entered me. My hips bucked against his face in response, and his grip on my waist tightened as he held me firmly in place. Staring down at his wet dark hair, I watched as he devoured me, his mouth eating me like we were at the dinner table. His tongue lapped at my wetness, both from the shower and from my own excitement.

  “You taste so fucking good. I love it.” He glanced up at me before diving back in.

  I fisted his hair in one hand and pressed his head against me, not wanting him to stop, as each lick elicited more and more pleasure from me. His tongue moved at a fevered pace, licking and sucking, and my body started to quiver.

  “Oh God, Daniel. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop,” I begged.

  He continued, each strong stroke making my breathing increasingly erratic. Waves of heat and ecstasy ripped through me, causing my body to jerk in response. I pulled his head away, needing the reprieve, as I came down from my high.

  “Did we get that far in your version?” he asked, his face smug.

  “If we got that far, I’d probably be fired.” I managed a laugh before dropping to my knees. “Your turn,” I warned before grabbing his manhood with my hand.

  “Elizabeth, you don’t have to,” he started to say.

  I took him into my mouth.

  “Nothing. Everything’s great here,” he said.

  I had to stop myself from laughing.

  I continued to take him farther and farther into my mouth with each stroke until I could not take him any deeper. The moans escaping from his mouth told me he liked what I was doing, and I loved the way it made me feel. Knowing that I was the one bringing him this kind of pleasure made me feel powerful. His hand tangled in my hair as he softly pulled me toward him. It wasn’t a demanding tug like I’d heard about from other women, but it was more like he wanted to be involved somehow and couldn’t resist touching me while I pleased him.

  “That feels amazing. You’re so good,” he groaned.

  I worked him in and out of my mouth. His hips started to thrust against me, taking care not to push too hard or too deep, and I knew he was on the brink of coming undone. My hand stroked him as my mouth sucked simultaneously, and his head dropped back, water spilling down all around his body.

  “I’m gonna come, babe,” he breathed out before pulling out of my mouth and emptying himself on the shower floor.

  “You didn’t have to do that,” I tried to argue while part of me was thankful for the save.

  “I wasn’t sure what you preferred. One step at a time, right?” He smiled. “But that step was fucking incredible.” He helped me to my feet. “You do know we’re in a drought.”

  “I know. We’d better hurry up and get out of here.” I tugged at
my partially wet and tangled hair.

  Daniel turned the bottles on my built-in shelving, so he could read them before grabbing the one labeled Shampoo. “Turn around. I got this,” he directed.

  I did as he’d said. His fingers massaged my head, working the soap into a lather from the roots all the way to the ends.

  “That feels amazing.” I wanted to pass out in his arms. Having someone else shampoo my hair was an exhilarating feeling, but having Daniel doing it bordered on erotic.

  He led me back toward the falling water, my back pressed against his front, as the water spilled down between us. My head tilted into the spray as he continued to work his fingers through my hair to get all the shampoo out.

  “Conditioner is better,” he said, his voice mimicking Adam Sandler in Billy Madison.

  I laughed. “It makes the hair shiny and smooth.” I played along as he squeezed it into his palms. “Start at the ends, please.”

  “Really? The ends?”

  “Mmhmm. My ends need it most, and too much conditioner on my scalp will make my hair greasy. Ick. Just start at the ends and work your way up.”

  “You’re the expert.” He kissed my neck before following my instructions.

  “This is really nice, Daniel. Thank you.” I leaned my weight against him.

  “Anytime you want me to handle your naked body, I’m all in.”

  He finished rinsing out my hair, and we soaped each other, taking our time in certain places, before shutting off the water.

  “I’m probably going to get fined for all that water,” I started to say. “But it will be worth it.” I reached for a towel and wrapped it around my body as I exited the bathroom.

  “I’ll pay for it,” Daniel said, following me close.

  “I don’t need your money.” I walked to my closet and looked through my clothes.

  “Are we going out?” he asked from behind me.

  I turned around to face him. “Do you remember when I told you there was somewhere I wanted to take you?”

  He nodded. “I do.”

  “Let’s go.”

  “Right now?”