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I wanted to afford us some privacy, so instead of booking into a hotel, I’ve rented an apartment in a central location for the meetings we will be having.
As the elevator doors open on our floor, she follows behind me to the door of the penthouse apartment. Once this door closes, we aren’t leaving until she tells me what’s caused her mood.
I mean, I have an idea, but I don’t think it warrants this kind of reaction.
With a turn of the key, I push open the door. As I step through and hold it open for Alex, my eyes don’t leave her as I take in her reaction. There’s a hint of disbelief mixed in with the evident awe on her face.
She walks further into the space, stopping as she reaches the threshold of the open plan living room. It’s sunk into the floor and you have to step down three marble steps to reach the two large couches which face each other in the middle of the room.
“Wow, this room is bigger than my whole apartment,” Alex murmurs.
I’ve got to admit, it’s a beautiful place, but it doesn’t distract me from the woman in front of me. Neither do the floor to ceiling windows that run along the entire wall of the room as you walk in. They give a fantastic view of downtown Chicago.
I stand behind her as the sweet scent of her peach perfume—or body wash—settles over me like a comforting blanket. The urge to touch her is strong, but with my hands fisted at my sides, I ask, “Care to share why you’ve felt it appropriate to ignore me since the bar?”
Alex doesn’t say a word, so I walk to stand in front of her. When she drops her head to avoid my gaze, I lightly grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger, lifting it so that she has no choice but to look at me.
“Let me be clear, Alex.” Her lips part and I struggle to keep my focus on what I want to say. “If you’re going to be working for me, you need to understand that when I ask you a question, you fucking answer me. Understood?”
Her eyes darken and I’m not entirely sure if it’s from anger or lust. I want to believe it’s lust, but I’m certain that’s a tall order at this point.
When her tongue darts out to lick her lips and her gaze slides down to my mouth, I know it’s lust. As if on fire, I release her chin and take a step back.
Unable to hide my frustration, I run a hand through my hair. I turn away from the temptation that she is because when it comes to her, I have no control over my actions. I could spend an eternity buried inside of her, breathing her in… holding her to me.
I’m almost dismissive when I say, “Go and get settled in and we’ll leave to meet George. He’s expecting us at four, so you have some time.”
The sound of her sneakers and suitcase moving across the white marble floor echo around the spacious room.
Jesus, I need a drink.
I’m not quite sure how I’m supposed to get through the purchase of this club if she’s going to be so… present.
In lieu of hard liquor, I walk to the kitchen and grab a cold bottle of water. Like the living room, with its sleek lines, the kitchen is filled with modern appliances that make it feel remarkably similar to my apartment back in Manhattan. The privacy we’re afforded by having our own space was a good call.
As I lean back on the counter, I drink down half of the bottle in one go. Pulling out my phone, I scroll through the messages Alex sent last night.
The fact that they started at one in the morning was enough to tell me she wasn’t sober. And yet, I couldn’t help but see what she had to say. When she’d said goodnight, I read through the messages over and over again until I couldn’t keep my eyes open and sleep overtook me.
Alex
Did you know I don’t like you very much?
Sebastian
I had an inkling. You haven’t exactly been subtle about it.
I’d sat with my next message for a while before I pressed send, the urge to know greater than the urge to not.
Sebastian
Why do you think that is?
Alex
Because you’re too good at sex.
And I don’t like that you make me feel so good yet so bad at the same time.
