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A pair of extremely thin women enter from the side door in the front. Both are on either side of the covered-up painting they’re pushing on a wooden plaque. In muted colors, the painting depicts a German milkman from the early 1900s. I wouldn’t pay a single dollar for such a bore. I contain my yawn as I watch Alexander pull out his paddle, placing it on his knee.
Throughout this first half of the auction, the tension between Alex and me is heightened as much as it’s ignored. Sort of feels like there’s a heated sheet between the two of us. I really shouldn’t care, but I can only imagine how he feels about me having left the room with Simon. We literally strolled in, looking like an item. On our contract, it states that Alex and I are to look like a pleasant, happy, and sexy couple. Yes, those exact words. I have a gut feeling he’s going to do whatever it takes to remind me of this.
And sure enough, at the end of the first half of the auction, which is strictly compiled of paintings, Alexander grips my knee, demanding firmly into my ear, ¨Come with me.¨
My palm is legit sweaty as he grabs it. The swelling crowds of people chatting surround us. I briefly make eye contact with Simon as he squints at us both. Wasn’t expecting that. Either way, it is odd to see Alexander so forceful about us exiting the room that he even blatantly ignores someone calling his name.
¨I think someone—¨
¨You don’t get to talk right now. Smile and appear in a good mood.¨
How the hell am I supposed to do that as he pulls me past the youth room and turns the corner down a dark hallway. He pushes open a side door leading us into a nearly vacant exhibition room. Art covered with fabric sits against the walls below elegant cased lighting, giving a bit of warm lighting to the room.
¨ What’s going on, Micola? Are you sleeping with Sim—¨
¨You did not pull me out of that room to ask me this.¨ I place my hands on my hips.
The dim room makes Alexander appear taller, more dominating as his naturally angry face flexes into true irritability. He bites his lip and shakes his head.
¨Do you know the look I received from people across the auction room when you pranced back in there with him? You had a smile bigger than your whole face and…¨
¨Well, that absolutely makes no sense. I have no —¨
¨You don’t know how to shut up and let me speak my mind, huh? I saw how you looked. Everyone did. What happened that made you so happy?¨
¨Oh, please. What happened in your room last night with all the music and giddy laughter I heard and…¨
¨You asked for distance, and you got it. We are in public together; these scheduled times are a part of our contract. And as soon as you saw Simon, he took you and returned you as soft and giddy as you were when I first met you.¨
His fucking bottom lip is trembling, and I honestly don’t know how to respond. Wish I could snap my fingers and be back in my room, gazing outside on the veranda. Another part wants to shut him up with a kiss.
I clamp my hands together in prayer stance right in front of my face.
¨I’m sorry. I’ll do better.¨ I promise.
If I wanted to, I could look at all of this as karma. As much as I played the fool when I was with him years ago. As much as he’d flirt right in front of me with every attractive, fit brunette who wasn’t related to him. As much as he broke promises on his moral contract of being a boyfriend. It’s actually rather golden seeing his face twist and shout before me. Even in this dark room. Even if this is a fake relationship.
Wow, he actually needs me. Needs my name. Needs me to be his trophy, his art soulmate.
¨You think you don’t have consequences?¨ He spews out with his deep dark eyes.
¨What does that mean? Pulling out donation money for my studio? Huh?¨
He shakes his head almost erratically before he pulls me hard by the waist, forcing me upon him. Grazing my hair back, he ends up wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, opening my mouth hungrily. His saliva is such a sweet poison intermixing with mine. Rushed and ready, he glides his mouth out of my mine, moving it onto my neck. Slurping and biting my flesh, I gasp. And then he reaches the pit of my neck, the part right before the shoulder. My sensitive spot. He knows what he’s doing as he grips my hips with both hands, ensnaring me with his spearmint scent, ¨Don’t embarrass me ever again.¨ He says right into my ear.
¨I won’t.¨
Dizzily, I feel trapped by his hunger and his damn magic mouth, which continues to chew and kiss all over my flesh.
¨I will do this all day if you continue to break the rules.¨ He slips a hand between my legs.
My thighs tighten up, shocked in deep physical excitement. The tease of being in this dark room with him, his haunting scent, that mouth. My body wants the obvious as it loosens up with the help of his smooth fingers. Like jazz, they scatter between my thighs, caressing them. They slow down as they rise, landing on my panties. He pulls the triangle aside, and his other hand cups the side of my face to center his eyes directly onto mine. His stare shrinks, thinning out under a sheet of steam, staring into the core of my pupil. His middle finger taps at my wet warmth before it emerges with a well-deserved thrust.
¨You think you were soft and giddy when you returned back with him? Wait til you walk back in with me.¨
My head lightens as my thighs spread open. He scurries us together until he has me against the wall. His finger strokes are full and hungry as his thumb rubs against my clit like a mad scientist. I can’t contain my moans any longer.
Releasing them triggers him more. Immediately, he removes his hand from me, unloosening his pants. They drop onto the floor, as do his knees.
