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“Well, yes.”
“Then what’s the problem exactly?” He evoked an urge for me to shout.
“You!” I huffed, annoyed again at how he made me feel. I hated how I noticed the subtleties of his body, the crease of his smirk, the twitch of his lip, the appreciation of his Adam’s apple which bobbed after the long drag of a cherry cigarette. I hated the intuitive stares, the questions, and the arousing praise that caused me to squirm.
“If I’m such a problem, then keep both the money and the painting. Consider it your severance.”
“That’s not what I want.” I protested immediately.
“Then speak now, or I’ll make you scream it,” he warned. “You have a chance to leave, to start your own business with what you have. So if that’s what you want, then go.” He challenged me, truly questioning my intentions. He wanted to know why I thoughthewas the problem, but the honest truth would reveal more than I cared to confess. What would I say,if not the truth, how I masturbated to the thought of him while taking a bath? How I’d secretly been attracted to him, while fighting off any stolen moments we had together?
Fuck.
“I’m not a quitter,” I quickly retorted, “I won’t run away like you do.”
“Won’t, or can’t? I’m giving you a chance to leave, but if you stay, then all bets are off.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? You can’t just throw money at me or force me into ultimatums! I didn’t ask for any of this, especially the painting!” I shouted, triggering a sudden leap from his chair.
“You’ve assigned value to that, not me! Say and do what you want, but don’t ever think I’m not here to get what I need. Paintings cost me nothing,” he gritted. “It’s your time that’s priceless, it’s what I crave. And yes, if you stay, I’m not holding back anymore.” He shook the floor with each step he took toward me.
“Like what? What could you ever do?” I shivered, stunned by the swiftness of his approach. What would he do once he lost control? Bite me? Lick me? Destroy me?
“Find you!” He hissed, interrupting my thoughts with how dangerously close he felt. “I’ll find you in the dark, the real you, just like that night at The Met. And once I do, I’m taking that girl as mine.” My lip quivered at his sight, leaving me with the odd sensation to cry. I wasn’t scared, nor sad, but rather, thrilled.
“You’re too persistent.” I spat, enthralled by the leathered spice of his designer cologne.
“And you’re too resistant.” He added, “That boy thinks you’re a fragile butterfly, and it pisses me off.” He tilted his head, allowing gravity to pull a loose strand of mussed hair away from his face. “If you were my butterfly, I’d pin you to the fucking wall. I’d pluck those pretty wings right off your body, and make you see you’re meant to be more.”
The vision of ever being pinned by him trickled from my mind and down to my arms. I shivered, the tone of his accent like liquid sex to my tongue as he extinguished his cigarette on top of my ten-thousand-dollar check. He filled the room with a final puff of sweet cherry smoke.What made him light one in the first place?I thought, remembering what he said before.
“Do I make you nervous, or stressed?” I asked, my breathy words lost as he reached for my chin. His body brushed my knuckles, whose color turned white from gripping my book. He was close enough to touch, begging to be felt, flexed effortlessly just for my eyes.
“Fucking stressed,” he growled. “Frustrated by how little you value your worth.” He caressed my jaw, gritting his teeth with restraint.
“I can’t help it.” I stuttered.
“Well, I can.” He promised, “I’ll correct you and those little thoughts. Give me a reason I shouldn’t bend you over and spank that fucking ass like the good girl you are.”
I shook with a release, gutted by the delight of such a wicked idea. The good girl spanked, the good girl corrected. I pinched my thighs, savoring the threat of his large promising hands on my chin. His head lowered onto mine, hovering his lips as if to steal my soul with a kiss. I wanted to scream.
“No…” I begged, my unconvincing plea not even a request. My mind wanted to run, but my body melted into his secure grip. Had he chosen to spank me, I feared what he’d see, what he’d feel. Surely the renewed wetness leaking between my legs would slip along his palm. He’d see my lies as blatant walls from my mouth, all being attempts to keep him at bay. In his eyes alone I was transparent, and why would now be any different?
He grasped the nape of my neck. “Fuck, ‘no’.” He moaned, “Let your lips say ‘no’again, and I’ll stop them with mine.”
Alejandro pressed himself against me, his growing erection warmed at my hip. My body begged for it, the permission I needed;give in, allow it.Not soon after this conviction did I know how truly weak my will was. I was no longer here to bend, but rather break. At the cost of my own personal disappointment, I needed to feel him; if not now, then at least once before leaving. “No…” I whimpered, embracing as he leaned further, my lips parted for his.
As soon as I shut my eyes, a loud bang pounded at the trailer door. I was startled, jumping as a man shouted outside, for Alejandro. I blinked, seemingly lost, awoken from the hold his eyes still had on me.
“Piedra preciosa,” he cooed, rubbing his thumb along the bottom of my lip. “Wait here anddon’tleave,” he ordered. “We have unfinished business.” His eyes took a moment to study the sketchbook that gripped in my hands. I practically froze at his touch, his order to wait emboldened a need to please.
“I will.” I replied quietly.
“If you need anything, you come find me. I’m taking care of younow.” He said with some form of deep satisfaction, as if he had been waiting to admit it. He pulled away, yanking a suit jacket off a rack, slipping it over his tightened shoulders as he left. I hadn’t fully realized if he was still in the room or not, I only recognized my sudden collapse onto the couch.
CHAPTER 18
“Fuck!”I screamed into to the palm of my hand, biting it with the nip of my teeth. “Whatthe fuck did I just do?” I asked aloud. Nothing happened, but if it had, I would have lost it all: my credibility, my professionalism, my standards.
