The Alpha’s Desire 1(46)

 

 

 

“So, obviously he has an attraction to you. Now, we just have to find out why he’s avoiding or denying it,” Chloe questioned, her head shaking back and forth.

 

 

 

“Right. So if it’s just that easy, why don’t you ask him,” I challenged.

 

 

 

She took a dainty sip of her girly drink as she looked at him and then back at me.

 

 

 

“Maybe I will,” she accepted the challenge. “In fact, you get one more chance at getting him to spill, and then he will have to deal with me! I want answers, damn it.”

 

 

 

“Oh, no,” I chuckled. “He does not want the wrath of Chloe to fall down upon his house.”

 

 

 

As I hit my beer again, noticing that I’d already nearly finished the thing, I couldn’t help but wonder where he lived. I let my eyes settle on him. Without food and the sudden intake of beer, my vision blurred a tad and then righted. I’d need to get some food and a plain diet coke in order to drive home. More important, I needed my wits about me to talk to him later.

 

 

 

Falling into the lulling melody of his music, I let the soulful rock-type beats he made cry out from his guitar ripple through me. My stomach tightened. I could see his erection as it had been just a short time ago, about to enter me. That damn bulge of his jeans that I could see only a hint of under his guitar, it had my mind on baser needs. I squirmed in my chair, reminding myself that I had no underwear on and wore a short dress. He had to sit with one leg up on the stool, letting the other one fall to the ground. It gave me just enough of a view of his wonderful package that I felt the huge need to continually unwrap apparently.

 

 

 

“You know I think it might be good advice that a girl should always carry a second set of underwear in her purse,” I mused to Chloe.

 

 

 

She laughed, almost spitting out the sip of drink she’d just put in her mouth. I held up my hands in caution lest I wear a wet dress, too.

 

 

 

“Right. Good advice, because up until this moment, neither of us have ever needed that second set.”

 

 

 

“Sure, there is that, but still, I’m wishing that I’d listened right about now.”

 

 

 

“Listen, I hate to pry,” she said. “But really, he had to give some type of excuse for not getting in touch with you for two weeks. You said he talked in riddles. Some details, please.”

 

 

 

“Sorry. I appreciate the minute to cool down, chill out a bit. Actually he said that he couldn’t be with me, that he wasn’t allowed. He even used the word ‘curse’. I mean, I just don’t get it. He said he’d been stupid to even let himself believe for one night that he could be with me. Really, none of it made sense,” I rambled.

 

 

 

He even said that he loved me, I didn’t voice on purpose. Though, my whole body ignited with the not at all distant memory. Could he have really said the word love? Seriously, none of it made sense. Not at ll. No easy explanation explained away such bizarre words. I listened to Chloe make noises, grunts and huffs as she processed what I’d just told her with about as much success as I’d had at puzzling it out.

 

 

 

Looking back to the stage, I let myself relax. I let the music wash over me. I remembered a lot of the words from two weeks ago. I had tried to recall as many of them as I could over the past days. Surely, he knew love and heartbreak all too well. His insights into the subjects could burden even the happiest of souls. I could see how the whole suicide cartoon of him had come to pass. Letting myself just be, exist at one with his voice, the night passed quickly.

 

 

 

He’d spoken to other people during his break. I hadn’t minded. As I’d told Chloe as she’d belly-ached about it, there would be no point in starting up a conversation with only ten minutes to spare. I’d wait it out and talk to him after. Before I knew it, he’d announced the final song of the night.

 

 

 

“I wrote a new song since I played here last. It may still be a little rough, but I’d like to share it with you,” Lex said into the microphone.

 

 

 

He gave me a quick, non-descript glance before he looked down at his hands on the guitar. I watched the muscles in his fingers tighten before he placed them again. Then he took an uncharacteristic deep breath. I felt my own forehead furrow. I’d never seen him nervous, except maybe when he’d left my room, when he’d seen me tonight, and now.