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“What does it say?” He reached for my phone. His gaze darkened as he read the text. He glanced up at me, the vein twitching in his neck again. “You aren’t staying here alone tonight; don’t even argue with me, Alex. You can’t be here alone if he shows up.”
I wanted to protest, but I couldn’t. For some reason, Will’s text scared me. I knew he had a darker side; that’s what had drawn me to him in the first place. The thought of Paul being in my condo with me tonight made me feel safe. “Ok, thank you.”
As the adrenaline started to wear off, I felt exhausted. I just wanted to get into some comfortable clothes, have a glass of wine, and go to bed.
I got out of Paul’s car and headed to my door. As I unlocked it and started to walk in, Paul grabbed my arm. “Let me go first just in case. Wait here.”
I stood in the doorway, mesmerized by him. I was used to his commanding side, but seeing the comforting and protective side of him surprised me. Part of me wanted to wrap myself around him and never let go. Stephanie was right; I was a fool to fight this.
My phone chirped again and I jumped, nearly dropping it. Looking down, I saw it was just Stephanie.
Are you ok? I heard what happened with Will.
Paul walked over to me. “Everything looks fine.” He nodded at my phone. “That’s not Will again, is it?”
I shook my head. “Just Stephanie. She and Zach weren’t around when that all went down with Will; she must have just heard about it.” I quickly typed up a reply.
I’m fine. Paul took me home and is staying tonight.
I had to smile. I knew that’d get a response out of her. Sure enough, my phone went off again.
Woo Hoo! Talk to him! Call if you need us. Gnite'.
I smirked. I figured she’d react like that. I slipped my phone back into my purse with a sigh. Where was that wine?
12
PAUL
Iwas impressed with Alex’s little townhouse. Call me crazy, but her fierce independence only made me love her more.
She took out a bottle of wine and two glasses from the cupboard. “I think some of this is in order after tonight. Can you please pour some and I’ll be back in a sec?”
I nodded and walked over to her, putting my hand on her back. “Are you sure you’re okay princess?” I had a feeling she wouldn’t admit it if she wasn’t, but the need to take care of her was so strong, I had to ask.
She took a deep shaky breath. “I think so.” She chewed on the bottom of her lip and all I could think about was how I wanted to kiss it, grab it with my teeth. “Maybe I’ll feel better after I shower. I feel slimy with his touch still on me.”
I felt a pang of fury run through me as I thought about Will again, but good lord, the thought of her naked in the shower made my cock harden almost instantly. Now was not the time to entertain that thought. “Good idea. I’ll take care of the wine and find something on TV.”
She gave me a smile. “Thank you, Paul.” She started walking down the hallway, but then stopped and turned around. “I’m glad you’re here.”
I gave her a smile. Her simple thank you touched me. “Me too. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
“When I get back, we’ll talk.” She turned back and headed down the hall.
She was finally letting me see underneath her tough girl exterior. The fact that she was showing me her softer side made me think that maybe I was finally making some progress with her.
The sound of the shower starting filled my ears as I opened the wine. I had to fight to keep the image of her wet and naked out of my mind. We’d shared a shower on more than one occasion and there was nothing like fucking her wet soapy body up against the slippery wall.
I shook my head to clear it and filled the two glasses she had gotten out for us. I sat on the couch and found the remote, turning the TV on. There wasn’t a whole lot on at one in the morning, so I settled for an old Die Hard movie.
“I feel much better now.”
I looked up from the TV and saw her standing in front of the couch wearing some black yoga pants and a tank top. Her face had been scrubbed clean and there were no more traces of makeup left. Her hair was still wet and pulled back into a ponytail. She looked tired and vulnerable.
“Good, I’m glad. I poured you some wine.” I motioned to the glass on the coffee table in front of us.
She sat down, tucking her feet under her, and reached for it, taking a sip. “Just what I needed.” She set the glass down and laughed. “You are probably used to drinking more expensive wine. Sorry for my $5.99 bottle of cheap wine.”
