After All(20)

My phone vibrates again. I don't even bother looking. I know it's Autumn because she's been texting and calling for the last two hours. Guess she did find a pocket of cell reception in the middle of the mountains. You'd think that all that fresh air would have calmed her down a bit but when I talked to her earlier, she sounded angrier than I've ever heard. Of course, being as that I pay her for her services, you'd think she'd still have a level of decorum with me but that ship has sailed. Now it's like I have a full-time babysitter.

Honestly, I don't see why it's a big deal.

Okay, I guess I can see why she's freaking out. Kept telling me that I was getting in dangerous territory and that this could even jeopardize my contract with Boomerang or any other work in the future. No one wants to be uninsurable. Just look at Lindsay Lohan. 

That's not what I want. Fuck. Half the time I don't know what I want.

I close my eyes and lean my head back again.

"Here you are."

I must be dreaming. I open my eyes to see Alyssa standing among the lockers. Her hip juts out to the side, one hand on it, full of fucking sass.

"And here you are," I tell her, unable to keep the grin off my face.

"Double fisting?" She nods at the drinks in my hand.

"Only for you," I tell her, holding hers out to her.

She hesitates, her eyes jetting from the drink and back to my face. "What is this place, anyway? The seducing room?"

I chuckle, looking away briefly. "It's where the club members keep their booze. The locker room."

She steps toward me, running her fingers over the wood walls. "Such a fucking rich guy thing, isn't it? Don't you all have booze on your fancy ass boats?"

"We do," I tell her. "But sometimes we're lazy." I pause, watching her carefully. "I'd be more than happy to take you to the boat though, show you around."

"Not interested."

"And yet here you are in the seducing room, looking for me."

"I was looking for my drink," she says breezily. She stops in front of me and takes the drink from my hands. I hang onto the glass for a few seconds too long, staring intently into her eyes before I let go.

She holds it in her hands, stares down at the liquid. Before my eyes, a wash of vulnerability comes over her, softening her features. She's almost delicate.

It makes my dick ridiculously hard. Then again, what doesn't.

"I just wanted to apologize for earlier," she says quietly, avoiding my gaze.

"For what?"

"For telling you to fuck off. Not a very nice thing to say to a stranger."

"I thought it was hot."

She rolls her eyes. "You would."

I shrug. "I think everything you do is hot. Just standing here right now with that pouty lip and your soft eyes and your gorgeous tits. I'm getting fucking hard as cement."

Shocked, she meets my eyes and for a moment it really looks like she's going to throw the drink in my face. I'm almost flinching. Second nature, I suppose.

I gesture to it. "Drink up, sunshine."

"You're unbelievable," she says, shaking her head in disdain. But the annoyance is short-lived. She doesn't throw the drink in my face, she doesn't turn and walk away. Instead she stays and has a sip of the Manhattan.

That tells me I can push this as far as it can go.

I take a step toward her until she's backed up against the wall and with one arm above her head I lean against the lockers, nearly fencing her in. "How is it?" I ask, keeping my voice low, my face closer to hers.

She swallows and I swear she purposely licks her lips. "It's very good." She glances up at me through her long lashes. "You were right about that one."

"I'm right about most things," I tell her. "I bet you're absolutely gorgeous when you come."

Even though I know she's getting used to me, she still startles when I say that, unable to keep from reacting. Of course she'd be gorgeous when she comes, she's gorgeous when she looks totally blindsided.

"You have quite the mouth on you, you know that?" she manages to ask smoothly.

I nod and slowly reach out, brushing her silky strands over her shoulder, my eyes fixated on the creamy slope of her neck. "I know. My mouth would love to take you down to the boat, spread your legs wide and bury my lips against you. I'll lick and suck your sweet pussy for hours before I fuck you hard with my tongue."


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She stills, her eyes shimmering with want and shock and a million other things and I know I've got her.

I reach down and wrap my fingers around hers on the glass and lift it up to her lips. "Finish your drink. Then I'll fuck you whichever way you want."