by Nella Tyler
My brain just couldn’t imagine that Alicia would knowingly, and willingly, do something illegal. She was sweet, nice and seemed very law abiding to me.
“I really don’t think she knows what is going on; if there is anything going on at all. Maybe we are looking for something that isn’t even there. Have we stopped to think that her company might actually be on the up and up? There could be no illegal money laundering or anything going on. This could just be a really good investment.”
“Ah, fuck Evan. You like this woman, don’t you?”
“No, I mean…yes. But what if the company is legitimate?”
It was possible we had all this concern about Alicia’s company and there wasn’t anything illegal going on. I knew in my head that it wasn’t probably, but there was a possibility. I needed to hold onto that. I couldn’t imagine that Alicia was involved in defrauding all the people who had just purchased stock through her IPO.
“Evan, you are always the first one to say, ‘if it looks fishy it is fishy.’ Don’t let your judgment get clouded by a pretty woman. The pretty once are often the best at hiding their illegal shit.”
“Anyways, I wasn’t able to get the documents. The files were moved offsite.”
“Where?”
I cringed. I didn’t want to have to tell Rebecca where the files had been moved.
“Her house,” I said quietly.
“What? Wait a minute; did you just say the files were moved to the CEO’s house?”
“Yes,” I winced at the look on Rebecca’s face.
“So you’re protecting this woman even though she obviously was involved. She…had…the…files…moved…to …her…house! Even come on, this woman is in this big time.”
I shook my head back and forth, there was no way I could believe that Alicia was involved in anything illegal. She wasn’t the type. Somehow I needed to figure out what was going on before she got into trouble, though because deep down I knew Rebecca was right. If it smelled fishy, it was fishy and I didn’t want Alicia to be caught up in something that could ruin her career.
Hopefully, she didn’t actually know anything about illegal actively and hopefully she wasn’t involved in any of it.
“I know. I know. I can’t explain it, but I don’t think she knows what is going on. I just need to get to know her better, get her to open up to me so I can help her. I think her finance VP is making these decisions and putting her company at risk.”
“She’s had the guy around for a long time, I’m pretty sure she knows what decisions he’s making. But if you want to live in a fantasy land where pretty women don’t make mistakes, it’s your prerogative.”
“I appreciate you helping me Rebecca, you are the best.”
“I am pretty damn good, you should stop by my house sometime and I’ll show you again just how good I am.”
Rebecca grabbed my tie and pulled me in for a kiss. It was the first time she had been so forward with me at work and I felt like I might have crossed over to the wrong side of the thin line I walked with her.
I wanted Rebecca to keep working with me, and I was fine with sleeping with her again. But I was also perfectly fine with not sleeping with her. My brain was on Alicia and not sex with anyone else.
The thought shocked me. I didn’t want to sleep with her? Something had changed in me and my thoughts were consumed by Alicia. I didn’t want to sleep with Rebecca or anyone else. I did really want to see Alicia again. It was a surprising thought that I couldn’t remember having with any other girl in my past.
Chapter 21
Date number five was lined up for Friday night and I was actually excited. Not really that excited to see some new clothing line, but certainly excited to see Alicia. I knew I was the worst detective ever, I kept going out with Alicia and not finding out any information that would help me. It was a good thing I wasn’t an actual investigator.
“Now I feel like this is my lucky night,” I said as I saw Alicia in front of her building.
“Oh, you think I’ll sleep with you tonight?” She joked.
“I didn’t mean that, I mean I’m lucky that I get to be seen out with such a sexy woman.”
“Good line there, Mr. Gade.”
“What? It’s true, no lines; just the facts.”
Alicia had a great sense of humor; it was one of the things I really enjoyed about her. She didn’t take life too seriously, even though her current life was full of really serious issues. I couldn’t imagine most people would be willing to relax like she had over the last week, considering her company and all the changes they were going through.
“So, tell me about this friend and her clothing line,” I asked as we got into the car and my driver headed off toward the fashion show.
“Like I said the other day, it is between classic American and grunge. She’s a little more hipster than I am so it might not be your thing. But thank you for coming with me.”
Alicia reached over and squeezed my hand. Her touch electrified my body and was the main reason I had been so horrible at investigating her company. Anytime I was near her I wanted to have her naked on a bed and devour her. It was a primal response that my body had and I just couldn’t think of much else when I was around her.
“I’m sure I’ll survive.”
When we arrived at the fashion show, there were paparazzi all over the place. It was a red carpet event and I was glad that I had actually worn something appropriate. My custom tailored charcoal gray suit fit in perfectly with the crowd. Alicia had on an elegant white dress with a crocheted design. It looked really expensive, although I didn’t really know what brand it was; women’s fashion just wasn’t my thing.
“Aren’t you proud, I dressed appropriately,” I said as I held my hand out for Alicia to get out of the vehicle.
“Very proud.”
She held onto my arm tightly as we tried to make our way through the crowd. I wasn’t exactly sure who her friend was, but there were a lot of people there for this opening. I felt pretty privileged to be able to come with Alicia.
Red carpet events weren’t really my thing. Most of my time was spent with the stock market people and other boring financial world stuff. Although, living in New York, there were often red carpet events throughout the city. I was just as fascinated by them as the rest of the world.
“Ms. Warren, there is a rumor that you are about to sell your company. Can you respond to this?” A reporter said as we walked past.
Alicia stopped. She looked angry as she turned toward the reporter. I could tell she hesitated and was thinking about what she should say in response. No one wanted to look angry on television.
“We can keep walking if you want, you don’t have to answer them,” I said when I saw the look of confusion on her face.
She wanted to talk to them.
“I have no intentions to sell my company. The information is false; you should check your sources.”
Alicia didn’t wait for the reporter to respond and instead moved quickly into the auditorium. She seemed really irritated. I hurried to keep up with her as she moved quick in her four-inch heels.
“Where do you think they heard that?” I asked.
“Everyplace I go, they are always asking me that. I have no idea where they get it from. Obviously I’m not selling my company: it’s my company. I’ve worked for years on it, I wouldn’t sell it.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it too much; they are probably just hearing each other ask you the question and they all want the scoop.”
“I hate the press,” Alicia said as she leaned against a wall in the lobby.
Personally, I didn’t have a reason to hate the press, but I also wasn’t often the subject of their attention. I assumed it would get really old really fast if they were always asking you questions and following you around. Celebrities always complained about the press and after just this short interaction, I could see why they disliked the paparazzi so much.
“Let’s get our seats. I can’t wait for
the show to start,” I said and winked at Alicia.
We made our way into the showroom area and took our seats right in the front row. Alicia sure was a big deal in the fashion world and I liked getting to be her date; even if it meant I had to look at clothes for an hour straight. I liked being in the front row of events, getting backstage passes and other elite level things. It was a sign of wealth and I loved to make sure people knew I was wealthy.
“Get ready, and please don’t laugh, no matter what,” Alicia said when the lights turned down.
“Why would I laugh?”
“Just don’t do it,” Alicia smiled and I suddenly got really worried about what I was going to see on that stage.
The music started and it seemed like a normal fashion show. Lights moved in all directions as the upbeat music pumped. Then the first model came out and I realized just why Alicia had prepared me. She was right, it was really hard not to laugh.
He was dressed in ripped clothing that looked like it was filthy. The model also looked filthy with his long hair teased out and dirt or dirt-looking makeup all over his face. I even thought I smelled him and his filth as he walked by. It was impossible to imagine what the clothes looked like when they weren’t dirty, or what they would look like on a regular person.
I looked around the room to see the shocked faces of everyone else as they watched the show, but to my surprise everyone was not shocked. The crowd intently watched the model and then clapped loudly as he went off stage and another model came out.
Alicia looked over at me and just smiled as we continued to watch the model or homeless youth. It wasn’t my scene and Alicia knew it. She grabbed my hand and held onto it, though, probably because she didn’t want me to leave. But either way, I wasn’t about to turn down a little intimacy with her.
The show seemed to go on forever as more and more stinky, dirty models made their way down the runway. It baffled me why everyone was so excited. I seriously could not understand what the excitement was for. I could have donated some of my old clothes to homeless men and let them walk down the runway and they would have looked nicer than the models.
When all was said and done, we made our way out of the auditorium and back to our car. I couldn’t stop shaking my head back and forth as I thought about the craziness that I had just witnessed. It was certainly a prime reason why I was not interested in the clothing market.
“Does she think that this show will help her sell her clothing?” I asked.
“Oh, she already sold her line to Nordstrom’s.”
“Really? Why would a fancy retailer like that want her dirty clothes?”
“They have a huge clientele of rich kids that want to look grunge. I think she’ll do very well there.”
“Wow, I’m just in awe. I cannot believe people liked that.”
“It’s hard to get used to the weirdness of the fashion industry.”
“Yes. Yes, it is.”
“Are you alright with having the driver drop me off first?” Alicia asked.
I was surprised. We hadn’t had dinner or drinks or anything yet. We had basically only sat and watched homeless looking hot twentysomething's walk on a runway. It wasn’t a long enough date to get to know her or work on getting her to invite me back to her apartment.
“No drinks or dinner?” I asked, hopefully that she would agree to one of them.
“Not tonight. I need to get some sleep.”
I scrambled in my head to try and figure out how I could make the date last longer. I needed more time with her. I needed inside her apartment. My money was tied up in her company and I really wanted to get it out if there was illegal securities fraud or money laundering going on. I also desperately wanted time alone…in bed…with Alicia.
As we pulled in front of her building, panic set in. I didn’t want to waste the entire night and I certainly hadn’t found out any more information about her company. I needed a move; something big that would get me in her door.
“Can I use your restroom?” I blurted out.
Instantly I felt like a chump. Why had I said that? It was the most unromantic thing a man could say. I really couldn’t believe myself. What had happened to my awesome game with the ladies? I felt like an awkward teenager around Alicia. My smooth moves and ability to get a woman to do absolutely anything I wanted seemed to be failing me.
“Sure,” she said.
I motioned for the driver to wait for me and I followed Alicia up to her condo.
A little part of me thought that Alicia might change her mind and let me into her condo to stay for the night. I wanted just a few minutes to look around, but I would have stayed for the night, of course.
Alicia opened the door and motioned to the hallway.
“The bathroom is the second door on the right,” she said as she walked the opposite way.
I watched her as she walked into the kitchen and as soon as she was out of sight, I made my way to the hallway. Quickly I looked in all the rooms to see what they were. The second door on the left was filled with boxes and there was a desk near the window. That was the room I needed to spend more time in. But I couldn’t do it just then, I would have to come back. There were way too many boxes and not enough time to make any progress in finding what I needed to find.
I made my way to the kitchen and wrapped my arms around Alicia in an attempt to get her in the mood to keep me for the night.
My lips pressed against the back of her neck and her tattoo.
She pressed into me and I held onto her tighter. My hands moved to her hips and I grabbed onto both of them and swayed her back and forth. I wanted to stay the night more than I had wanted anything in a very long time.
I spun her around and pressed her back up against the counter as I took her mouth with mine. I needed to taste her. I wanted to feel her tongue intertwined with mine. For a brief moment I thought she was going to invite me to stay. Her whole body ached for me, I could tell by the way she kissed me. So why wouldn’t she just give into me? Why wouldn’t she just say yes?
“You should go now,” Alicia said as she pressed me away from her.
I tried to pull her back toward me, but she was definitive in her desire to have me leave.
“Alright, I will talk to you tomorrow,” I said stoically as I made my way out of her apartment.
My walk to the car was devastating. I couldn’t believe she had refused me again and I felt like the driver of my care couldn’t either. When I showed up so quickly, he seemed surprised.
“Let’s go home,” I said to my driver in despair.
It baffled me how Alicia could be so drawn to me yet so willing to give me up. I wanted her, more than just for a night. I wanted to talk with her, laugh with her, play with her, and, of course, fuck her.
The whole situation had gotten so complicated. I went from just trying to get some financial information, to now being stuck in the desire for her that I would never get to have. My mind was exhausted, my body too, and I felt the overwhelming urge to have a woman in my bed.
I didn’t want to go to Edward’s again, the incident with Stacey was still fresh in my mind. I needed a woman that wouldn’t require a lot of work. I needed someone who I could go to their house, fuck, and then leave. My body craved the sexual release and I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep again if I didn’t get that release right away.
Chapter 22
“Rebecca, I just got into Alicia’s house. What’s your address, I’ll come over.”
“181 Ranger Blvd., Brooklyn,”
I repeated the address to my driver and we were on our way.
“Be there in a bit.”
“Alright, see you soon.”
I needed the release and Rebecca was the only woman I had on my speed dial that I knew wouldn’t cause a bunch of chaos. Our relationship had turned into a full-blown friends with benefits situation and I kind of liked it. Sure, I could have gone back to the bar and picked up a new girl, but this was so much easier.
My thought was
that we could talk a little about Alicia’s apartment and how I could get back in there to get the files I needed. I did really need to brainstorm a way for me to be able to have a good thirty minutes in that file room without getting caught. It seemed impossible absolutely impossible.
When I arrived at Rebecca’s Brooklyn home, I had expected it to be a shithole. She made it sound that way when she talked about it. But the house was magnificent. A three story townhouse with views of the city and a great little street in front. I really couldn’t figure out why she didn’t like it.
I knocked on the door and heard Rebecca yell for me to come in. The house was just as nice inside as it was outside. She had it elegantly decorated and appointed with some artwork that was similar to what I had in my apartment.
“Where are you at?” I yelled as I walked through the main entry and up the split level stairs.
“Back here.”
I walked down the hallway and found Rebecca naked on her bed. There was no need for small talk or any pleasantries. I walked in, unbuckled my pants, and pulled my shirt off.
She let me push her back onto the bed before I went to work tasting her thighs and center. I loved the moans of delight that she let loose as her body rocked against my tongue. There was a level of comfort between us that I didn’t often have with women and I liked it.
There was no need to worry about what she liked and didn’t like; I had cum on her face before. I knew she was game to play and try just about anything. Her hand held onto my hair as her body moved roughly against my tongue. I felt her building up and wanted to see the look on her face when she finally gave in to the pleasure I delivered her.
“Oh, you know what? I believe you own me a little cum on your face,” Rebecca joked with me.
I loved it.
My hands reached up for hers and I pulled her up to a kneeling position and moved my head right underneath her delicious dripping pussy. A promise was a promise and I was perfectly happy to have her sit on my face and cum all over me. I hadn’t had a woman do that in a very long time. There was something so delicious about a woman’s cum; it was like crack to me. In fact, women, in general, were like crack to me. I couldn’t get enough of them.