The elevator dings, the doors open and I usher her inside and press the close button and our floor number. Our floor, fuck me! I have to think in terms of we, not me.
Us instead of I.
I can feel the sweat break out on my forehead, and I wipe at it. Isabella stands there with a plate of half-eaten sweets, calm and looking at the doors, watching the numbers rise. I shift on my feet and wipe my forehead again.
She notices, “Are you okay?”
I stare at her. I never really noticed how sweet her voice is. Her voice isn’t shrill or nasally like some women’s are. Hers is clear and soft, with an undertone of an Italian tilt. I run my thumb over her bottom lip.
“I’m fine.” I grin back at her and she smiles up at me and kisses my thumb. Christ, I better not fuck this up.
The elevator dings arriving at our floor and the doors whoosh open; I put my hand on the small of her back and lead her down the hall to our room. I press the card to the door and pop the handle open.
“Ladies first.”
Chapter 8 ~ Isabella & Alexander
Isabella
Stepping in ahead of Alexander, I look around and the room is amazing. Huge wall-to-wall windows overlooking the skyline, a kitchen to the left, a sunken living room in the center, and a few doors down the hallway I would assume are the bedrooms. I can feel my cheeks heat at that thought.
It will be ‘our’ bedroom tonight.
They set a vase of white roses and a bottle of champagne on the enormous coffee table. Slowly I make my way over to it and put the plate of goodies down and pluck a rose from the vase, putting it to my nose and inhaling its fragrance. Walking toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, Alexander’s reflection beams back at me along with the twinkling city skyline. Alexander is still standing by the door, arms folded across his wide chest, watching me with a smirk on his face.
He is so sexy standing there, shirt wrinkled, hair a mess of tangles around his head. I can’t help but giggle behind the rose because I did that to him. It was my hands in his hair and my mouth that made his lips swollen. It was also my body that made his cock hard beneath me.
“What’s so funny, bunny?”
He uncrosses his arms now, walking towards me, tossing his suit jacket on one of the bar stools at the breakfast bar. I watchhim prowl toward me, his eyes roaming over my dress, a grin pulling one corner of his mouth up.
He stops just in front of me and takes the rose out of my hand, tossing it to the coffee table. Sliding his one hand on the back of my neck, he grips my hair in a fist and pulls my head back. His other hand cups my throat, his thumb pushing my chin up, forcing me to look him in the eyes.
My body hums to life once again and I can’t help the shiver that runs down my spine, and moisture pools between my legs as he studies my reaction to his touch. I lick my dry lips and he watches me, pushing harder on my throat as I swallow around his palm.
Alexander stares into my eyes for a moment. I watch as they darken; the iris getting wider and he growls deep in his chest, pulling me to his lips. Then he kisses me hard, slanting my head using my hair. He pulls harder on my scalp and I whimper around his invading tongue. He pushes his tongue deeper into my mouth, drowning out my cry, and I push mine back into his mouth to taste him fully wrapping my arms around his neck.
My fingers dig into his dark curly hair, pulling him closer, and I moan into his mouth. He tastes like aged whiskey, vanilla, and something sweet. Alexander grunts and starts walking me backwards, kissing and nipping while threading his hand through my hair. My body has a mind of its own, and it follows. Our mouths twisted together, my hands gripping his shirt by his back. He’s got muscles everywhere. I groan and nip his bottom lip, and Alexander chuckles into my mouth as my back hits the bedroom door. I pull my mouth from his neck and he stops laughing long enough to open it and we are in the bedroom.
He turns me, my back to his chest and gathers my hair to the one side, over my shoulder, kissing the spot behind my ear as he undoes the buttons on my dress. I can hear him hiss andlook over my shoulder. Alexander’s face is scrunched up, his fingers working the tiny button, and I giggle when he bites his tongue in concentration, still tugging and pulling me in a jerking motion, doing his best to get the offending material off me.
“Christ, there’s a million of these.” He curses, “I should just rip the damn thing off you.”
I jump away and look over my shoulder at him. “Come here, I won’t.”
He kisses the hairline at the base of my neck, sending a tingle down my spine. I can feel the goosebumps rising on my arms and spreading over my body. With each button, he frees the pressure on my ribs, loosens, and I hold the front of my dress to my chest, covering my breasts.
Once he reaches my waist, he slips it off my shoulders, then he stops and hisses the air between his teeth. He strokes my shoulder, running the tip of his finger around my shoulder blade, and then his warm mouth kisses all over.
“If you ever hurt yourself like this again, I’ll make your ass warmer than I did that night.”
He slides the sleeves of the dress down to my elbows and turns me to face him. I clutch my dress and Alexander cups my face in his warm hands and tilts my head up to look him in the eyes. “I have never been so anxious in my life when I couldn’t find you. Talk to me next time, never run from me again, Isabella.”
I swallow a lump in my throat and fight the sting in my eyes because I will leave him again and this time, he won’t find me.
He kisses me softly on the lips and takes the dress from my hands and lets it fall to pool on the floor. He kisses my forehead and steps back to look at me. I stand in front of him in a short white silk slip that only covers the white lace panties that cover my butt; I have a white garter on and stockings.
“Beautiful.” He murmurs as he moves closer and gathers me in his arms, kissing me again. I would like to believe him. I really would, but I don’t. He can call me beautiful or whatever other endearments he can think of. I’m not doing this to be admired or loved by this man. I’m doing this for me, for the night he promised me and nothing more.
