Beautifully Twisted

by Jennifer Domenico

  “Morning,” she says, softly.

  “Morning,” he says. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”

  “Love does that to a girl,” she says, grinning.

  “How do you feel this morning?”

  “Great. I had the sexiest man on the planet cater to my every need last night. How could I be less than perfect?”

  Scott grins. “I’m glad to hear that. Last night was incredible for me too.” He takes Alexa’s hand and pulls it under the covers, resting it on the erection straining against his boxers. “You want to shower?”

  She laughs softly. “Yes, I guess we should get up and get ready for work and, um, take care of you.”

  “Maybe someday I won’t have a constant hard on around you.”

  “I certainly hope not.”

  “I can just imagine me as a little old man chasing you around the house with my walker and a hard on.”

  Alexa throws her head back in laughter. “That’s a funny thought.”

  “Come on,” Scott says, pulling Alexa from the bed. “Let’s shower and get you to work.”

  “What’s the plan for you today?” she asks.

  “I need to get on the phone with New York and tie up some appointments. After that, I thought I’d go shopping and get myself some extra clothes I can keep in London, if that’s cool with you?”

  “Of course. I want you here. As long as you want to stay, Scotty. You know that.”

  “What if I want to stay forever?” he asks, stroking her cheek.

  “I would like that.”

  “I want to figure out how to make that happen,” Scott says.

  “I hope we can. I like you being here with me, in this space. It’s suddenly warmer and comforting. Actually…” she lowers her eyes.

  “What is it, baby girl?”

  She looks up and smiles softly, “It feels like home with you here. Waking up with you is what I know, and I like it.”

  “I like that,” he says, grinning and then kissing her neck. “You’re gonna be late.” He slides his hands down her body and buries his face in her hair. “I can’t let you go yet.”

  “Mmm…” Alexa wraps her arms around his neck. “Yeah, totally late,” she says, as Scott continues smothering her in kisses. “And I don’t give a damn.”

  “I’m corrupting the great Alexa Drake,” he murmurs against her neck, his hand reaching down into her robe, caressing her breast.

  “You created her,” Alexa whispers.

  Scott looks down at her, staring into her deep green eyes. “I developed her. The greatness was already there. I just helped bring it out. And look what you’ve become. I’m so fucking proud of you, girl.”

  “I’m glad.”

  “Let’s shower. For real this time. Of course, you know I’m going to bend you over and fuck the shit out of that sweet pussy of yours.”

  Alexa laughs. “I love the way you talk to me. You’re so dirty.”

  “Yeah, it’ll take a lot more than water to clean me up.”

  “I like you better dirty,” she says as she walks into the bathroom, dropping her robe behind her.

  “Martina, can I get another cup of coffee, please? I have three more contracts to read,” Alexa asks over the intercom on her desk.

  Her assistant appears in the doorway moments later, coffee in hand. “Here you go, boss. Late night?”

  Alexa yawns. “God, yes. Every night is late since Scotty moved in. I’m exhausted.”

  “But it’s good, right?” she asks, as she sits.

  “Yeah, it’s great,” Alexa says, dropping her guard. “I actually feel alive again. I come home and he’s got dinner ready, granted it’s takeout but it’s ordered and waiting. He always has music playing and the fireplace lit. It’s so romantic and domestic. We’ve never been like this together.” She shakes her head. “I could seriously get used to this. But we definitely need to get more sleep.”

  “Well, it’s awesome seeing you like this. It’s like you’re this other person completely. I mean, you’re still Alexa, running this place like a pro. But you just seem to glide through your days. I love it.”

  “Me too. I know at some point though it’s going to have to change. Scotty can’t just camp out in London forever. Eventually he’ll have to go back to New York.”

  “I’m sure you guys can figure something out.”

  “Yeah me too.” She looks down at her watch. “He’s coming to pick me up for dinner soon. We’re going out to that new Italian restaurant everyone is talking about.”

  “Nice. Anymore discussion about the trip to Spain. Is Mr. Hotty cool with it now?” Martina asks.

  “We haven’t really discussed it. I don’t think he’s going to be cool with it but I think it’s something I need to do. He needs to let me be my own woman at work and learn to trust me with Brett. It will probably result in a fight though.”

  “I hope not. I’m sure Braveheart plans on being professional. Do you worry that he might cross the line?”

  “A little. That’s part of the reason I want you to come with me. I think it will help Scotty feel better too. We have a long way to go in some areas.”

  “But you’ll get there.” She stands to leave. “Can I get you anything else, boss?”

  Alexa shakes her head. “Nope. I just need to get to approving these before SP shows up. When he’s in the room, it’s hard to focus.”

  “For all of us,” Martina says, laughing.

  Alexa hears a knock on her office door. Looking up, she sees Scott leaning against the door frame, his body draped in a gorgeous blue sweater and black slacks. She simply stares at him for a moment, admiring his confident stance and masculine features. Her smile fills her face as she shuts down her computer for the day.

  “Hey, lover,” she says, grabbing her handbag and walking towards Scott.

  “Hey, yourself,” he says, kissing her cheek. “You ready for dinner?”

  “I am. Did you get some new clothes?”

  He runs his hands over his sleeve. “I did. What do you think?”

  “I think you’d be handsome wearing a trash bag, but you look great. That color looks good against your skin.”

  “Why thank you, Miss Drake.” Scott laughs as they say goodnight to Martina and head down to the lobby. Scott holds the car door open for Alexa and slides in the driver’s seat next to her, kissing her hand before they drive off. “How was your day?” he asks.

  “Fine. Busy as usual, but that’s how I like things. You?”

  “Good. I got a lot done today. I want you to know that I spoke with Brett and told him you won’t be going to Spain. It’s just not necessary. Anything he wants to show you, he can do in London. When I’m here.” Scott makes his statement so plainly, Alexa almost isn’t sure she heard him correctly.

  “I’m sorry. Did you just totally dictate my career?” she asks, clearly annoyed.

  “I’m not dictating anything, Alexa,” Scott says, sighing. “We’ve been over this goddamn issue about Brett many times and I think you are clear on how I feel about it. Non-negotiable.”

  “Maybe you don’t understand something. You’re right. It is non-negotiable because it’s my career. I call the shots here, you don’t.”

  He chuckles sarcastically. “That’s amusing since I gave you your career. Funny how I have no say all of a sudden. There was a time when you wouldn’t make a single move without consulting me first. Now you’re all high and mighty.”

  Alexa turns to him and narrows her eyes. “Isn’t this what you groomed me for? Didn’t you teach me everything I needed so I could be independent and make my own decisions?”

  “I did and you do. You’re amazing at your job. This is not about your career and you know it. This has everything to do with things that have happened. You may not realize this, but Brett is not over you.”

  “What do you mean, over me? We went out twice. It’s not like we even talked, really.”

  “He’s still into you, baby girl. And until he’s n
ot, I don’t feel comfortable with you and him alone. End of story.”

  “Scotty…” Alexa starts.

  “I said, end of fucking story, Alexa. I’m serious.” He reaches over and rubs her cheek before returning his attention the road. “I want us to enjoy our evening. So can we just put this behind us?”

  Alexa’s anger simmers just below the surface. She wants to discuss this and find resolution but she knows it will just end up in a fight, something she’s not willing to have at the moment. For now, she just wants to be with Scott and savor his presence. She will find a way to approach the Brett subject when the time comes. There was one thing she was certain about. She was going to make her own career decisions and Scott was just going to have to get used to it, whether he likes it or not.

  “Okay, Scotty,” she says softly.

  “Good.” Scott smiles as he pulls into the valet area of the parking lot. He glances at her as they enter the restaurant; his thoughts conflicted over how to deal with this situation. Part of him knew he was overstepping his boundaries with her on the whole Brett deal, but there was no way he trusted Brett yet and he didn’t want his girl in that kind of position. He wanted to keep his friendship with Brett and he definitely wanted his relationship with Alexa. The only way to do both of those things in his mind was to keep the two of them far apart. Eventually, Alexa would understand.

  Alexa sits at her desk sending off several project emails before Scott arrives to take her home. Martina walks in the office, a pile of paperwork in her hands.

  “Alexa, these are all the contracts from last month. I’m ready to file them if you’re done with them,” she says.

  “I’m done. Thanks for staying on top of those,” Alexa says.

  “No problem, boss. Oh, I spoke with Brett’s assistant today and got everything set up for the trip. It was weird though. He seemed to think we weren’t coming anymore.”

  Alexa rolls her eyes. “That’s because Scott called Brett and told him I wasn’t. So to your previous question, SP is not cool with it.”

  “But you’re going anyway?” Martina asks.

  “Yes. At this point, I’m going out of principle. I’m just not going to back down from this.”

  “I guess you know what you’re doing, boss,” Martina says, not at all sure she does.

  “How long does he expect us to be out there?” Alexa asks.

  “He said at least three days. I was thinking you and I could go out a few days early and see my folks. Then we could spend the rest of the week working. I have it all written out. We just need to sit down and plan the actual dates so I can book our plane tickets.”

  “Plane tickets for what?” Scott’s voice comes from the doorway. Dammit, why is this man always sneaking up on me?

  Martina freezes unsure of what to say next. Alexa nods her head indicating she should leave so she can deal with Scott.

  “Scott, I know you don’t want this but we’re talking about the business trip to Spain,” Alexa explains.

  “I thought we were clear on this. I do not want you to go.”

  “I’m aware of that, but Brett has plans for me and my career and I’m going.”

  “You will not go, Alexa. I can help you just as much with your career if not more than he can. Besides, Spain holds nothing crucial for your success.”

  “This is not something you have any say over, Scott. I need to make my own work decisions.”

  “Then I’m going too.”

  “No, you’re not. Martina is going with me and you need to trust me. If this relationship is going to work, I need your trust, just like you’ve asked of me.”

  “Not negotiable, Alexa.”

  She rises from her desk, taking her handbag from the drawer. “I’m not going to date him or fuck him. I promise I won’t even be alone with him.”

  “No.”

  “No? I’m not a fucking child, Scott.”

  “But you are mine and I said no.”

  Alexa looks at Scott in disbelief. Is he really going to be such an ass about this? She prepares herself for the fight she knows is inevitable, but she has to stick up for herself in this area of her life or things will never be equal.

  “I belong to you in the bedroom, Scotty, but out here, I’m my own woman. You need to accept that, or this won’t work.”

  Scott runs his hands over his head. “Come here,” he says, his voice dark and brooding.

  “No,” Alexa says, standing firmly behind her desk.

  “I will come and get you if you don’t come and you will not like it.”

  “I know what you’re doing and I don’t want any more of this dom bullshit in my office. I have a fucking reputation to uphold.”

  “I don’t give a fuck about your reputation. Come here, now.”

  Alexa considers her options for a moment and then realizes she doesn’t have many. If she doesn’t go over there, he will really come get her but if she does, God only knows what he’ll do. She sighs and decides the lesser of the two evils is to obey. She slowly walks from behind the desk and stands in front of him.

  “I’m going to give you one final chance to make the right decision, Alexa. You will decline this trip to Spain.”

  “And if I don’t?” she asks, both defiant and curious.

  “If you don’t… I’ll assume that my wishes are meaningless to you and I’ll leave.”

  Alexa crosses her arms and juts out her chin. “Dammit, Scott! You can’t threaten to leave me just because I don’t do something the way you want. It’s not fair.”

  He narrows his eyes at her. “I never said it was fair, baby girl.”

  “How would you feel if I said you couldn’t do something?”

  “It’s not the same and you know it. You know why this is a problem for me.”

  “You’re not being reasonable,” she pleads.

  “You were going to fuck him, Alexa, and I’m not being reasonable?” he yells, and Alexa worries Martina will come in the office. “I’ll show you just how fucking unreasonable I can be.”

  “Scotty, please stop yelling.” He grabs her arm and roughly pulls her towards him. “Stop it, Scott.”

  “You know what your problem is, Alexa?” he asks as he holds her face so close to his she has trouble looking at him. “Your problem is that you think that you can treat me like you treat the other men in your life. You are so used to people doing whatever you say. But you just keep forgetting that I am the one who taught you how to act. You’d be nothing but a fucking secretary if it wasn’t for me.”

  “Scott, you’re going to say something you will regret,” Alexa warns as she tries to pull herself free.

  “I regret a lot of things I’ve said.”

  “What does that mean, Scotty? You regret telling me how you feel?”

  “Apparently it doesn’t mean anything to you.”

  “How can you say that after all this time we’ve spent together? How can you be so angry? You know I love you and I’m committed to you. You can’t just flip on me when you don’t get your way.”

  “Alexa, I swear to God, if you go to Spain, you will be the one regretting things. Walk away from this thing with Brett.”

  “What thing with Brett? There is no thing!” Now Alexa is the one whose voice is raised.

  “Maybe not to you, Alexa, but I know him better than you do. I do not trust him with you.”

  “You have to trust me,” she says pointing at her own chest. “Me, Scotty.”

  “This has nothing to do with my trust of you. Cancel the trip.”

  She stares at him realizing he is not going to bend on this at all. Neither is she.

  “No, Scotty.”

  “Get on your knees,” he says forcefully.

  “Are you serious right now?”

  He glares at her and she sees his face filled with a mixture of anger and hurt. She has no idea what he’s about to do but she is sure it has nothing to do with pleasure. Weighing her options, she decides to try to hold her own. “I don’t want thi
s right now.”

  “I don’t care what you want, just like you don’t care about what I want.” He begins to unbuckle his belt and for just a moment, she wonders if he plans to use it on her. “You’re going to be so sorry for this, Alexa. So sorry.”

  Alexa reaches up to touch his face but he slaps her hand away, stinging her skin and her heart with his rejection. “Scotty, please, you’re hurting me.”

  “You’re fucking killing me,” he says, his words sounding like a growl. He leans close to her face and glares at her, staring at her with hard eyes. “Last chance, Lexi.”

  She thinks quickly. How can she deescalate this situation before he does something they can’t come back from. Something in his eyes looks like punishment and pain and she can’t let that happen here. Scrambling onto her knees, she bows her head, and crosses her arms behind her back. “Sir, please, I’ll do better. Please don’t punish me,” she says, using her most submissive voice.

  Scott pauses for a moment. “It’s too late for that, Alexa. You fucked up.”

  She reaches out and strokes his legs through his jeans. “I know, sir. If it pleases you, may I have my punishment in a more private location? We both should be concerned about what others know about us.” She tries reason, praying it works.

  “No one is here, Alexa. I can do whatever I want to you right now and no one would hear you. Right now, I’m so fucking angry I don’t give a shit if the Queen herself walks in the fucking room.”

  She reaches up and unzips his jeans, remaining silent. This was her only chance to turn the situation around. “If it pleases you…”

  He grabs her hand, stopping her. “No.”

  Alexa slumps on the floor, defeated. Scott is silent for several minutes before he speaks.

  “I’ve made a decision, Alexa. I’m going back to New York and you can do whatever the fuck you like, without me in your way.”

  “No, Scotty! No!” Alexa clamors to her feet and tries to look in his eyes but he turns away. “You can’t just leave.”

  “Yes, I can. I knew you would fucking break my heart.” He shakes his head, still avoiding eye contact with her.