The Alpha's Assistant & The Dom Next Door
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She places her hand in the crook of my arm and I lead her to the next room. “This is what I call my study.”
“Strategically placed right next to the bar,” she says with a smile. “Smart man.”
“That I am. I was a child prodigy. Did you know that?” I ask her.
“Cyprian, I am not in the world of the wealthy. I don’t know a single thing about you. Except you make large purchases of condoms on Friday and Saturday nights.” She sips her wine as she looks around the room full of floor to ceiling bookshelves, filled with all types of books.
“I made my way through school very quickly. I was CEO of Libertine Investments at the age of twenty-five.”
“Impressive,” she says. “So, what other secret talents do you have, Cyprian?”
With a growl, I lean in close and whisper, “If you’ll come to my bedroom, I can show you some more of my talents.”
Her laughter peels through the air. “You are funny!”
I’m thrown off be her and straighten up, moving on to the next room. “I wasn’t trying to be funny. But on we go.” Pulling the door open, I take her into my meeting room. “I’ve yet to have a meeting in this room but if I ever need to have one at home, this is where it will take place.”
“Like a board room, huh?” she asks as we walk through the large room with redwood siding covering the walls.
“Just like a board room, yes.” I push the next door open and we’re in the small kitchen. “If I ever do have a meeting, this is where my staff will make the food to serve at it.”
“This kitchen is three times as big as the one in my duplex apartment. Pretty cool, I must say. State of the art appliances and everything.” She stops and looks at the granite countertops. “You’ve spared no expense, haven’t you?”
“Of course,” I say. “You see, everything I did to upgrade and renovate this place is a tax write-off. Why spare expenses when it helps to offset the taxes I have to pay each year?”
“Pretty clever, Cyprian. Your mind works like a machine,” she says, giving me another opportunity to throw in a sexy remark.
Leaning in close, I whisper, “That’s not the only thing that works like a machine, Cami.”
Laughter again sends me into a state of confusion. “Oh, Cyprian! You are a card!”
A card?
A door leads off this small kitchen to an outside patio and I decide to take her out there for a while. Maybe the cool night breeze and the sounds of the night will have her going to another place in her mind. A sexual place. Because she’s sure not in one right now!
“Perhaps a brief pause on our tour to take in some of the night air,” I say as I take her to the door and open it. I leave the light off on purpose, so she can mellow a bit with only the stars and moon to light the night.
“This is beautiful. Even in the dark,” she says as I help her to sit on one of the small sofas on the deck.
I take the seat next to her. The sofa is so small our legs touch and I rest my hand on her thigh. “It’s peaceful out here. I spend at least fifteen minutes each night when I come home, outside on one patio or another. This place has six patios, three decks, this being one of them and five balconies. The master suite has a massive one. You’ll love that one. I have a bed out there, covered with mosquito netting.”
I can feel her pulse race and she turns her head to look at me. “Cyprian, can I ask you hold old you are?”
“Thirty-five. And you are?”
“Twenty-five. I’m ten years younger than you and I’m having a hard time figuring you out. Most men your age are married. They have families already and everything. Why don’t you?” she asks me the way an innocent child would.
I run my fingers along her jawline as I answer her, “Camilla, I am not a man who wants those things. My life is full enough as it is.”
“Do you think you will always be this strong and viral, Cyprian?” she asks me as her eyes search mine.
“Why do you ask that?” I trace her lips one time then rest my hand on her collar bone, stroking it with my thumb.
“I ask that because one day when you’re old, you will want to have someone around. My parents and grandparents have been married for years and years. They tell me all the time how life wouldn’t be worth living without the other. I know it’s important to make a life with someone. Only one person, who you can grow old with.”
“I don’t think that way,” I say as I move my hand to run over her shoulder.
“Perhaps you should think about the way you’ve been leading your life and how it will affect the end of it. Can you imagine, lying alone in your bed, unable to get up from the aches and pains that come along with old age. And have no one to help you up or go get something for you. That sounds terrible to me,” she says.
“To be honest, I don’t think about the future in that way. I think about business in the future but not me in the future. I suppose things will work out for me as they have for my parents. They’re both still single and living their lives the same way they were when they were young.”
“How boring,” she says then takes a sip of her wine. “How very boring to do the same things over and over again. No growth. The same people at the same parties every weekend. The same thing, week in and week out.”
“Fuck! You make it sound bad,” I say without laughing.
“Isn’t it?” she asks as she looks at me again.
“And what is it that you do, Camilla? What is so fascinating about your life? Please, educate me,” I ask her as I sit back, taking my hands off her.
“Well, I am a scientist which might not sound exciting but it really is. I put things together to create new things. I pull things apart to see how they work and then put them back together again. My job is vast. I never do the same exact thing twice. The only boring part of my life is working at that store.” She finishes the glass of wine and places the empty glass on the table. “Now you tell me about what it is you do.”
“I read the New York Times every weekday morning as I eat my breakfast,” I tell her.
“Is it always the same thing?” she asks with a cocked eyebrow.
“No, well, yes and no,” I say. “Mondays are pancakes, Tuesdays are scrambled eggs. But not the same thing every day.”
“Hmm.” She taps her finger to her chin. “Now I think I see why the never-ending, turn-style of women. You do the same thing, day in and day out, the only variable is them. I bet you’ve slept with only a handful of them more than once.”
“Wrong!” I tell her and get up, holding my hand out for her. I’ve never slept with any of them for more than the one night. But I’m not about to tell her that.
“Is my visit over?” she asks as she takes my hand.
“No,” I say then drain my glass of wine too. “Your drink is finished and we’re in need of refills. The kitchen we just left has more wine in it. Come on. There’s more house to see and I think you’ll love the theater room.”
I pull her along with me and kind of hate how she has the gears moving in my head. I’ve never thought of my life as boring. Nor that of my parents either. Who does she think she is?
“Cyprian, what are your plans for tomorrow?” she asks as we walk inside.
“We go to the horse races on Sundays,” I tell her, making her laugh.
“So, Friday and Saturday are party nights. I never see you on the weeknights. You must work you ass off and get home late on those nights. And Sundays are spent at the track. Would you like to change it up some tomorrow?”
“What do you have in mind?” I ask her as I pour us more wine.
“How about you and I spend the day together, watching movies while we bar-b-que and just hang out. I saw a swimming pool. We could chill out together. A nice, peaceful day. What do you say?”
Looking at her and wondering what the fuck she’s doing, my mouth opens on its own, “Yes. I say, yes to that.”
Whoa! What just happened…?
Chapter 4
CAMILLA
“See you at noon, Cami,” he calls out as I pull away.
“I’ll be here,” I call out to him.
“Bring your bikini,” he shouts as I drive off.
I have no idea what the hell I’m doing with the man. I can’t believe I made a date with him. And I can’t believe he accepted it!
Never, have I wondered what the rich do. But finding out how he has lived all these years, doing the same thing day in and day out, is mind numbing to me. I went to the same club three weekends in a row, once when I was younger. That third night was so dull to me. The same faces, the same music, the same atmosphere. It was terrible!
I don’t see how he’s done the same things for so long. He told me how he’d watch his father’s parties when he was a little kid. When he was only fifteen, his father asked him to join the parties. He was swept into that life so early.
It’s sad, really. But he doesn’t see it that way at all. I feel sorry for him. And I think he’s in need for someone to shake his little world up. I’m not sure I should be the one to do that but the want to do it is coursing through my veins.
The man needs some substance in his life. Work, parties, and gambling on horse races are all fine and dandy unless that’s all you do.
He does have his painting. He is a true artist. Perhaps that’s what I see inside of him. He has depth. More so than I believe he’s aware of. To help him find some of that, is a thing I feel I could do.
Pulling into my half of the driveway between the two apartments that make up the duplex, I turn the car off and get out. Getting my phone out of my pocket to use the light so I can unlock the door to my house, I see it’s nearly four in the morning.
I spent more than an hour with the man I had no plans of spending any time with. Just as I push the door open, I remember the flowers he gave me in the back floorboard and turn back to go get them.
With the vase of flowers in hand, I go back to the front porch and find a little skunk standing on the step, looking at me. Terror flows through me as it lifts its tail, spraying the inside of my house before it runs off.
“No,” I whine as I hold my breath and walk inside. “Ugh!”
Straight back to my bedroom, I go as the smell has already taken over the front of the house. I hope I don’t smell like the damn stink the small rodent has plagued me with.
What will Cyprian think if I smell like a skunk tomorrow? Crap. I’m going to have to cancel.
But I don’t have his number. Crap!
CYPRIAN
Making my way to my bedroom, I find myself not sleepy in the least. I don’t know what it is about that woman but there’s something different about her.
I also can’t believe I accepted a date, of sorts, with her. I’ve never had any one-on-one time with a woman at my home. Other than the usual thing. But afterward, they are taken home by my driver and I am left to sleep.
I’ll be spending the entire day with Cami. The whole day. What the hell will we do?
She didn’t ever seem to get my, not so subtle, hints about what I want to do with her. Either that or she was just ignoring my advances on purpose. But how could she, is she made of stone?
Maybe Ashton was right. Maybe she’s not the kind of woman to do anything with a man without some type of a commitment. Which I will never give her.
So, I may spend the whole day with her and still see no benefit from it. What will I do then? Make another date?
Surely, not!
No, I’ll move on, letting Camilla Petit stay in the past as a woman who simply lost out. She’s the one who’d be losing out, after all. Not me.
I can have pretty much any woman I want. She’s the one who’ll miss out on the experience I can give her. It’s her who will be unhappy about missing out on having amazing sex with me. Not the other way around.
Climbing into my bed, I pull the blanket up to cover my naked body. I was an early fifteen the last Saturday night I went to bed without having tons of sex. It feels odd.
I’m kind of wound up but I don’t exactly feel bad about it. Spending time with Cami, tonight was interesting. Not exactly fun but it was enjoyable, even though we really didn’t do anything but walk around my house and talk.
Odd, but a good odd. I wonder what tomorrow will bring. She and I will be next to naked as we swim. That’s when I’ll be able to get to her. And if she’ll allow it to happen once then I can see it lasting all day long. Then I can move on.
I should let the staff have the day off. She’ll probably be much more susceptible to my charms if no one is around at all. I’ll have to turn up the charm on her. That’s for sure.
But why am I bothering at all with the woman when I can go to the track tomorrow with my father and some of the women from this weekend’s party and get some action there?
Why, indeed…
Chapter 5
CAMILLA
A dog’s barking wakes me up from a deep sleep. I was dreaming about Cyprian and I, in his gorgeous home. I was helping him host a small get-together with some people he wanted to impress.
It was all so weird. And now that I’m awake, I can smell the damn skunk stench and I know I have to smell like that too. To the kitchen I go, climbing out of bed and holding my nose as the stench is much worse in the front part of the house where the little stinker let loose his horrible musk.
It’s hard to believe that same musk oil is used in some perfumes. But it is and perhaps I can formulate something that will work with the odor rather than overpower it.
Some vanilla, cinnamon, brown sugar which I’ll need to burn first. A few drops of lemon oil should help. I find a couple of cans of tomato sauce. Opening them, I take them to the bathroom with me and slather the stuff all over my body and saturate my hair with it as well.
Catching a glimpse of what I look like in the mirror has me laughing as I look like something out of a horror film. “Nice,” I compliment myself.
After an hour of sitting with that stuff on me, I shower it off and go to make my concoction that I’ll put into a spray bottle and douse myself with. Then I’ll go see if Cyprian is even home. There’s always the chance he’s decided not to spend the day with me and go on about his typical Sunday routine of gambling, women, and sex.
Once I’m dressed in blue jean shorts, and a tank top that covers my black bikini, I head out to the car and take my aviator sunglasses from the visor and put them on.
Flip flops and clutches don’t work well, so I slip mine off and drive barefooted up the road to the estate I left so late last night. I wonder if the light of day will have Cyprian thinking differently about hanging out with me.
Pulling up to his gate, I press the naughty numbers into the panel and the gate opens for me. I drive up and park in front of the house and am shocked to see him waiting for me at the front door.
“Hey, you,” he says as he lets out a long whistle.
I slip my shoes back on and get out of the car as he comes to open my door. “Hi,” I say, a little shyly.
“Look at that hair! I knew it’d look gorgeous when you let it down.” To my horror, he takes a chunk of it and takes a big whiff of it. I prepare myself for humiliation as I squeeze my eyes shut. A thing he can’t see as my glasses hide it. “Wow, your hair smells amazing. Like nothing I’ve ever smelled before. You have to tell me what shampoo you use. It’s off the charts.”
How do I explain this?
I laugh as he takes my hand and pulls me along with him. “I made it myself,” I manage to come up with.”
“You’re kidding me,” he says as he stops and sniffs my neck. “Your whole body must smell like that. And you made this yourself?”
With a nod, I say, “I did.”
“You really are smart, aren’t you?” he asks as he tugs me alon
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“That’s what they tell me,” I say as I pull my shades off as we walk inside. I lay them on a table near the door, so I don’t forget them when I leave.
“You should patent that and sell the formula or something. It’s that good.” He stops and closes the door then stays in front of me as I’ve become trapped between him and the door. “Did you miss me after you left me last night?”
Laying my palms against his chest, I smile at him. “Does that mean you missed me, Cyprian?”
“What if I told you I did?” he asks and runs his nose along my neck, taking in another whiff of me.
“I’d say that doesn’t sound like a man who says the things you say. So, what are we doing first? I’m starving and making something on the pit was my idea of what to do first.”
He presses his body against mine, pinning me to the wall as he looks down at me. “I kind of thought we’d get this sexual tension out of the way first.”
“Think again,” I say then slip down and get away from him. “Is your staff around? I’d love to talk to your cook.”
“I gave them the day off,” he says as he catches my hand and pulls me back to him. “We’re all alone.” He wraps me up in his strong arms and I laugh.
“I’m not here for your sexual enjoyment. So, let’s get to the main kitchen and see what we have to cook. I’m dying for some jalapeno wraps. I hope you have some and some cream cheese. I’m sure you have bacon. Who doesn’t have bacon, right?”
With a chuckle, he says, “You seem to be chattering away, nervously. Are you feeling nervous for some reason, Camilla?”
“Me?” I ask and hear my voice go up a little too high.
“Yes, you.” He lets me out of the hold he had on me and leads me to the kitchen.
“I’m not nervous. Just hungry,” I lie.
The truth is he’s making me hot and bothered and I have to find something to distract myself from that. I am not a woman who gives her body to a man without true feelings.