Temptation(34)

“Very good Alexis.” He looked slightly annoyed but slightly turned on, I felt a surge of excitement and accomplishment, I grinned and stood back in my position.

“Alright ladies, everyone give that a try please, minus the finger jab.” He shot me a ‘you are going to pay’ look. He began to circulate the room and assist the women with their moves, almost every single one of them needed some form of help.

“Excellent, keep practising that and take turns for a minute.” He stepped back up on the stage, and whispered.

“I like it when you are feisty.” I turned to face him, Oh you do, do you?

“Good what’s next then?” I was ready for more, I had a sudden surge of adrenalin and I wanted to kick his butt, partly because he gives me the shits in a cheeky way, partly because we get up close and personal and I like the feeling of his twitching dick.





CHAPTER TWELVE



The last of the women in the class were starting to get the idea that it was in fact time to leave, Bryce was very polite to the ladies that hung around him like flies and didn’t once give them the impression they were pestering him. He must get this all the time; it would have to be very annoying and draining, maybe it’s different for men, I don’t know but if it were me I would definitely not be as accommodating as he. I grabbed my bag and headed to the change room. Bryce was still held up by licking lips lady, so I gestured to him that I would see him back in his office.

“Thank you Chelsea, I’m glad you enjoyed it, I’m sorry I really must go.” Brush off of the century, take that Bitch. He picked up his pace and caught up to me.

“Alexis, where do you think you’re going?” He gently secured my arm.

“I’m going to have a quick shower, before I see you up there.”

“Not down here you’re not, I have 5 showers in my apartment you can use one of those.” Ok, I hadn’t even thought to ask to use one of his.

“Thank you, I’d prefer that.” I really did, I don’t fancy gym showers they grouse me out. As we walked off, I noticed licking lips lady snatch up her towel and bag, she smiled sarcastically at me. She definitely was a piece of work this one.

We headed up via his private elevator, it wasn’t that much different to the main ones. He punched in a code and it took us directly to the second level of his apartment, he opened the door to one of the guest rooms.

“Please make yourself at home and take as long as you want, I’ll be in my room if you need me.” He stepped out backwards whilst ‘smirking’. He never ceases to amaze me, just so up front and God damn cheeky, if only I was single, I would take him up on that disguised invitation! I walked in to the room, it was gorgeous of course but again different from Lucy’s and Bryce’s rooms. The colour palette was neutral and green and reminded me of a country cottage bed and breakfast room. The bedside tables were of vintage style with white distressed paint, the room really was lovely. The view of Port Phillip Bay was divine, I could see the Spirit of Tasmania docked at Station Pier in Port Melbourne, I had been on the Spirit during a family holiday to Tassie and was so sea sick, I couldn’t bring myself to attempt another trip on it again.

I entered the bathroom and the shower was of course a double, there were brand new bottles of Shampoo, Conditioner and Body wash in the showers’ caddy. Hhmm just what I use at home. No, he couldn’t possibly know what toiletries I use. That is just beyond creepy research, that is disturbing. I told myself to quiz him about this latter, as I was more than happy to put it down to co-incidence, because the alternative was unnerving.

I hopped into the shower and welcomed the soothing hot water. Ahhh that’s so nice, would he notice if I just stayed in here all day? Of course he would Alexis; he is probably watching you now on CCTV. All of a sudden I looked up into every corner of the room. Don’t be stupid, that’s well and truly crossing the line. I couldn’t completely put it past him though, from what I’ve learnt about him so far, it could definitely be a possibility. No Alexis you’re an idiot, hurry up and wash your hair. I did just that, I washed the conditioner out of my hair and started to relax all over. I closed my eyes, I hate hangovers, they linger and linger and over stay their welcome. I must have had my eyes closed for a few minutes, because when I opened them he was standing directly in front of me and completely starkers, he pounced on my face and pressed me up against the shower wall, the chill from the tiles made me gasp.

“Bryce No.”

“Shut up Alexis.” Oh, Ok. I didn’t argue, I was so overwhelmed with sensation and having his extremely sexy hard and naked body up against my bare skin was disorientating. He spun me round and cupped my breasts; he was groaning into my ear and kissing my neck. I was already close to an orgasm, this felt so fucking exciting and hot, I was literally on fire and ready to combust, he trailed his hand down to my clitoris and took control of it instantly. I groaned back and completely lost myself in the moment, I spun around and grabbed the back of his head. Our kissing was so aggressive, like we each had to take control of each other’s mouths, he gripped my arse and lifted me up. I’ve always wanted to be lifted up like this in a shower. I yanked his head back, we stared silent for seconds both yearning for more and breathing hard. His eyes were so honest, I could see how much he wanted me, how much he had wanted this and how I could no longer say no to him, regardless of what it cost me. I was well and truly addicted to him. We resumed our passionate kissing, the intensity had eased ever so slightly though and now we were savouring the moment and exploring each other’s bodies with our hands, fingers, lips and tongues. The entrance to my pussy started to stretch as he entered me, it was exquisite and as he penetrated me further I couldn’t hold back anymore. I exploded with pleasure and fell back against the tap. Suddenly I felt a stream of cold water spray my body, I opened my eyes, it took me a moment to become aware of the explicit and highly forbidden daydream I had just concocted and endured. What the Fuck Alexis? I had actually masturbated and orgasmed in his guest room bathroom. You dirty little bitch. I let the cold water bath me, I needed it after what I’d just envisioned and subconsciously experienced. My body started to settle down to its original state, what is this man doing to me? And more importantly, what am I doing to myself?