Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Mmm,” I moaned. “You taste good. And I’m tempted to pull your pants down and shove my tongue up inside you to get every drop, but I’ll leave that first kiss to someone else.”
Her eyes softened. “What if I don’t want anyone else?”
My body stiffened and the voice I’d been pushing aside finally broke free and shouted I fucking told you so. I let a blank wall drop over my eyes and rose to my knees, taking a minute to shift her top to cover her breasts. “Don’t Alexandra. I told you not to romanticize this.”
Her eyes bounced between mine and the corners of her lips dipped down. “You just had your hand in my pants. Just licked my orgasm off your fingers. I-I… I don’t understand.”
Of course she didn’t. Because she was naive and no matter how much I showed her otherwise, she was too positive to imagine I was anything other than a man who would save her and not hurt her.
I backed up to the other side of the couch and shut down any emotion, projecting a cool aloofness I didn’t feel. “I had to prove a point. Just because I made you come and touched you doesn’t mean we’re anything. I make a lot of women come. They at least have the decency to return the favor.”
Her eyes dropped to the way my cock tented my pants before popping back up to look at me. “Is that…is that what you want? For me to suck you off?”
“I wouldn’t hate it.” I rolled my eyes. “But God knows you’d probably take my cum down your throat as a proposal.”
Her jaw clenched and she scrambled to get up from her prone position. “Fuck you, Erik.”
Standing, I gave her a hard glare. “No matter what world you’re in, Alexandra. Men are still just men.”
I ignored the glassy sheen slipping over her eyes and stormed off for my room. The movie had been a mistake. It all had been a mistake and all I was left with was us back to square one and another cold shower.
15
Alexandra
“Great job Alex on the marketing mock-up you sent me,” Carina said when she exited Erik’s office. “I may have stolen a bit of the layout to create another one I’m working on.”
Erik’s eyes slid to mine over Carina’s shoulder. Despite how cold he’d been to me all week, something like pride sparked behind his eyes at Carina’s praise.
“You know, if you don’t love working with Erik here, I have a spot open for you.”
I damn-near melted out of my chair. Every time I was around Carina, I studied her—in a completely non-stalkerish way. Self-confidence poured off her, and she walked with power and assurance. She was everything I wanted to be as a businesswoman.
I was so focused on keeping myself in my seat that I almost missed Erik’s brows furrowing as he glared at Carina’s back. They softened when she winked at him over her shoulder.
“You can poach your own company, but leave mine alone. Besides Alexandra is perfectly happy where she’s at.”
I cocked a brow but didn’t comment at his over the top smile he gave me.
“Let me walk you out.”
Erik disappeared down to the elevators and was back in a few minutes. I hoped he’d come back with some of the humor he’d shown a moment ago. It would make the upcoming weekend in the apartment a little less awkward. We’d backtracked on our truce in the past week. He was back to barking orders at me. The only silver lining was that the orders were actual work.
“Alexandra, get me a coffee.”
Well, most of the time it was actual work.
I should have been more mad than I was. Mad at how he’d treated me Saturday night. But I still felt his finger inside me—stretching me. I still tasted his lips and tongue on mine. I still heard his voice demanding me to show him my breasts. I still had butterflies fluttering in my chest whenever I locked eyes with him and it was hard to push the want down.
I got that he was trying to prove the night on the couch was nothing. I got that he was proving to me that he was a womanizer and I shouldn’t expect more from him. Even hinting to the fact that I’d like more had been an obvious mistake. I’d been lost in the moment of the orgasm, my lips moving before my mind could think it through. I’d been ready to give him everything.
Then he’d pulled back. Hard.
Even with how the night ended and how embarrassed I’d felt at his rejection, it hadn’t stopped me from fantasizing. I’d never fantasized about a man before. I’d never felt safe enough to consider being close to someone. And that was what it boiled down to: I felt safe around Erik. I felt safe enough to close my eyes and imagine being intimate with him.