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Xander’s closeness gives goosebumps that feel like a million fireflies all lit up at once and relays a special signal straight to my pleasure center between my legs.
I make an involuntary sound, but lucky for me my phone chiming disguises it a little.
I hope.
Knowing who it’ll be, I politely ignore it until I feel the warmth of Xander’s fresh breath in my ear as he leans down.
“You should get that,” he suggests, making me jump when I feel his lips brush against my hair.
My only thought is for him to touch me again, grab my hand or my back.
Grab my front for chrissakes…It’s about to –.
“Can I call you back?” I hiss into my phone. Trying to whisper with Xander so close, he stifles a smile because he can hear everything anyway.
It’s my mom, and I somehow managed to push her and my life to the back of my mind for the past few hours. I can hear the worry in her voice more than anything.
“Call me back? Sweetie, where are you? Your father and I are at the terminal waiting to pick you up….”
Fuck. Dad, too?
Double fuck.
Even Xander feels me tense up and sucks in some air, turning away, but I can see his face looking pained in the reflective glass as the elevator pings, announcing our arrival at the hotel lobby.
“I can’t talk now, Mom. I promise I’m okay, though…I’ll call you back,” I blurt out, hang up and switch off my phone.
I’m as red as a beet and feeling all the heat from my center flushed to my face suddenly.
My voice cuts through everything around me, shattering the perfect dream I’ve been living until this moment.
I may as well have a onesie and a diaper on right now because standing next to a real man like Xander, living in his world just for a while, is daunting.
I suddenly feel like an infant – a damn child, which I’m not.
What shocks me more is that Xander doesn’t seem to notice. And if he does, he’s not saying a word about me or my mom.
Or even the whole phony story about me being Ms. whatever her name is…he must know by now?
He’s a smart guy.
Way smarter than me, I can see that.
Why, because he actually knows who he is and what he’s doing?
“Must be a day for short phone calls,” Xander quips, sounding more friendly than anything else.
Yeah, he’s teasing me a bit, and again I can see that flash of intensity in his eyes as we move past the staff toward the door.
The look that tells me he knows more than he’s saying, but like me, he’s enjoying this all too much to expose me just yet.
Did I really think I’d get this far with it all?
Absolutely not.
The very fact it’s Xander, and not somebody else, means that this is turning into something way bigger than just me pretending to be someone else to get a free five-star experience.
If it was Xander’s boss who’d met me, I’m sure I’d have more than just a little explaining to do right now.
The waiting limo makes the one I arrived in look like a jalopy by comparison, even though it was the nicest car I’d ever seen until just now.
Like the elevator and every door I’ve been through with him so far, Xander’s very much ladies first.
And it’s only when I’m melting into the ridiculously soft leather seat inside the limo that I notice how good the man actually looks all the time.
You put most people in full sunlight, and it’s like uh…okay. But at least they look real.
Xander?
He just looks so damned good whether he’s inside or outside.
Full sun or no sun.
He takes a moment to have a few words with some hotel staff, the manager, I’m assuming, and makes an apologetic face as he joins me in the limo.
“Sorry about that, duty called,” he murmurs, making himself comfortable in the wide bench seat right next to me.
His massive thigh pressing against mine makes me forget everything again.
It’s like his touch is some kind of amnesia, but also the door to something I know I want to be unlocked.
And very, very soon.
I hope this wetness isn’t gonna leave a mark on this seat….
Freshly showered, and despite the cooled air in the luxury ride, I’m drenched down there again.
And try as I might, I can’t help but nearly go cross-eyed as I try to sneak peeks at Xander’s ever-present pant bulge.
Now I can’t figure out if he’s just made that way or if he actually has a hard-on or not.
Surely it couldn’t be that big?
But then again…I mean. Look at the size of the guy.
Big hands, big everything.
“Too cold?” Xander asks casually, noticing me shiver, but it feels like I’ve broken out in a sweat.
“No, no, it’s fine,” I stammer, feeling my teeth about to chatter. I'm so wound up.
