Wow. He’d become a total bum in the world. At least the press no longer followed him around. In his early twenties when he was at the peak of his success, taking over his father’s business, and making it even more successful, he’d been hounded day and night. The women he fucked would sell their stories to the press, and he couldn’t have a life. So, he’d woken up one day, and decided to fuck the press, and to fuck everyone else. The company was all his, and he’d done some serious negotiations so the company would remain whole, but would no longer be his responsibility.
Once the sale of the company had gone through, and he’d taken life as a bad boy, the press had lost interest, leaving him alone. He was no longer someone to be inspired by.
In the years since he’d quit the high life, he’d never found anything as satisfying as feeling Alexa’s tight pussy wrapped around his dick, or her mouth. Chasing after her had given him something more, and he wasn’t about to lose that.
Chapter Five
Monday afternoon
The weekends were always slow without Becca around, and after everything that happened with Corey, Alexa wasn’t going back to the club. Instead, she’d stayed in her apartment, baking for her neighbors. She loved baking, but she only had to look at sweet stuff and her hips went up a dress size.
After cookies, brownies, and cupcakes, her weekend was complete, her apartment building was happy, and she was back at work, which she loved.
Laura was manning the front desk on the first floor, so Alexa took the second floor and dealt with visitors as they came to her for help. She set people up on computers, scanned books, arranged returns back on the shelf, and with reserved books, she sent out notices via email.
Someone placed a sex book on the desk in front of her, and when she looked up, she saw Corey was before her. He wore a handsome smirk, and he looked happy with himself.
“What can I do for you?” she asked.
“I’d like to explore every single position inside this book with you.”
She looked toward the left and the right, making sure no one actually heard him. “What are you doing here? You got what you wanted.”
“Actually, I didn’t.” He flicked open the book, and pointed to one picture of a woman straddling a man, then the reverse cowboy, and then he flicked toward the middle where anal sex was displayed. This was in the restricted adult section of the library.
Heat filled her cheeks as her pussy grew damp.
“We haven’t even gotten started.”
Grabbing the book, she slammed it closed. “Why are you doing this?”
“Why did you sneak out of my room?”
“Answer my question first.”
“You’ve gotten under my skin, and I’m interested in you. Most women, they like my interest.”
She snorted. “You’re used to women begging for you.”
“Honey, I hate to break it to you, but you were the one constantly eye-fucking me. I simply gave you what you wanted.”
“I didn’t come to you.”
“No, you didn’t, and maybe that’s why I’m being insistent about this. So you only have yourself to blame.”
She released a laugh. Alexa couldn’t help it. He was actually suggesting that the reason he was interested in her was entirely her fault. What kind of a man was this?
He was an asshole.
A bad boy.
Bad news.
She wasn’t interested in getting to know him, or spending another night with him.
Friday night was pretty amazing.
It was more than amazing. She had spent the whole of the weekend actually thinking about him and what they had done. He’d blown her world, and she loved every second of it.
“You’re insane. Are you wanting to take this out?”
“No. I’ve got my own copy, with lots of notes.”
Rolling her eyes, she took the book, rounding the desk, and going toward the restricted section.
“You can leave. I’ll put this away.”
He didn’t leave.
Corey followed close behind her. “William told me you were pissed, and what you said to him. He gave you a full refund.”
“He wouldn’t take my access card.”
She’d left the card in her small tray in her apartment where she kept her car keys and loose change. Alexa smiled at a few people who passed as she made it into the section where the book was supposed to be.
“Come to the club tonight.”
“No.”
Alexa wasn’t going back to the club.
“If you don’t come to the club, I’ll come to your place. I know that address as well.”
She spun to face him, glaring. “You’re blackmailing me?”
“I like to think of it as more giving you an incentive to go back to the club.”