Proposals

Alicia Roberts

Copyright 2012 by Alicia Roberts

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mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content. It is
intended only for those aged 18 and above.

Sparks fly when Brad and Alexis meet. Brad is
the new heir to Reinehart Industries, and Alexis is a cynical
college drop-out.

Under normal circumstances, their passionate
encounters might have been shelved as "mistakes". But circumstances
are far from normal, and Brad has plans that could change both
their lives - if only he can convince Alexis to come along for the
ride.

Chapter One

My job was boring, and I liked it that
way.

This was my second week working at Neilson
& Sons, a law firm owned by George Neilson, and his sons Dave
and Richard. They specialized in civil and estate law, but all that
mattered to me was that they were kind bosses, and as a
receptionist, I never had too much work to do. Most of my day
consisted of answering phones, running errands, letting lawyers
know that clients had arrived and asking clients to wait: truly
mind-numbing work, but it paid the bills - barely.

Today was different, though. Today I got my
first glimpse of Brad Reinehart.

George Neilson had told me to expect a "tall
man", and to send him straight through to his office without making
him wait. Despite the warning, it was still a shock when Brad
walked in, six feet three inches tall, his physical presence a
force to be reckoned with. It was as if he leaked testosterone, and
my eyes widened slightly as he came up to the reception area and
asked for Mr. Neilson.

His hair was dark brown and he had tan skin,
his dark blue eyes a shocking contrast to the rest of his face.
They were kind and smiled at me, so I smiled back and led him to
Mr. Neilson, despite the flutters in my stomach. As he walked
behind me, I couldn't help feeling a powerful friction in the
air.

I'd meant to ask the office manager, Lisa,
who he was, but the phone started ringing and I rushed off to
answer it. I was busy the rest of that hour, until I noticed Mr.
Neilson walking Brad out of the office.

Brad was one of the most attractive men I'd
seen in a while, and I wondered if he was single; he chose just
that moment to turn around and give me a quick wink goodbye. My
heart flipped as I smiled and wondered if I'd see him again.

As soon as I had five seconds free, I rushed
to ask Lisa who "that tall man" was. She looked at me like I was in
second grade, and slowly, pronouncing his name like I was stupid,
said, "Brad Reinehart. He's the firm's biggest client."

I nodded like I'd understood, despite the
fact that I actually had no idea who Brad was. I hadn't been
keeping up with the financial papers or the news, but I wasn't
about to give Lisa the satisfaction of knowing that. Before I had a
chance to Google his name, I was sent on an errand, and given
enough work to keep myself busy till five.

A few minutes after five o'clock, just as I
was about to leave, Mr. Neilson came up to me apologetically.

"I'm so sorry," he said, "But Mr. Reinehart
wants his store renovations inspected today. I'd send a junior
lawyer, but they've all left - could you please take this checklist
and go to the store to confirm that the work's been done?"

He hastened to add that the office would pay
my cab fare and that I could come in a few hours late tomorrow
morning. Of course, that made it all worthwhile, and since I didn't
have any plans for the evening (and it was a Wednesday anyway) I
trotted off dutifully, the checklist in my bag.

The renovated store was in a "boutique
shopping centre," in Soho. The windows were completely boarded up
with "Coming Soon!" logos, and I knocked on the door, hoping
someone was already inside.

I'd been expecting a junior executive, so I
was surprised when Brad opened the door. It struck me that we'd be
alone in the boarded-up store and it was getting quite late, but I
tried to look professional and took out the checklist, ignoring the
friction that I felt in the air again.

We walked around the store and Brad pointed
out things that had been done, walls that were painted, lamps that
were hung, low tables that were placed strategically in corners
(probably to display "sale" clothing, I thought).

I ticked off everything dutifully, feeling
Brad's powerful presence beside me. He must work out a lot, I
thought, as I sensed his muscles flexing, or maybe he goes rowing.
His scent was sharp and oceanic, and at some point I realized his
hand was on the small of my back, guiding me around the empty
store.

"What do you think?" he asked at the end, his
dark blue eyes piercing mine.

"It's a bit spooky without people," I said,
and though I didn't think it was that funny he laughed, a
surprising low, belly laugh.

A strand of his hair fell over his forehead,
and I wondered again if he was single. His face was square and
muscular, his lips thin and delicate.

He took the folder and bag from my hands, and
placed them on an empty shelf. "Well, we're here, aren't we?" he
asked, tilting his head.

I gulped and wondered what to say. My work
was over, but he seemed to be expecting something more. Come to
think of it, why was he here to begin with, why hadn't he sent some
lowly office peon, the way Mr. Neilson had sent me?

His hands were on my face now, tilting my
head back so that I met his eyes.

"There's something about you," he growled,
"I've been thinking about you since I left the law firm."

I felt one hand leave my face and slowly
travel down my neck, stopping only when it found my breast. He
pressed down as his hand moved in slow circles, and I began to
wonder if this was all real.

As I closed my eyes, I felt his lips on mine,
his mouth gentle but insistent. God, he tasted so good, and his
hand felt so nice as it pressed down on me. I wanted more of
him…

Wait, what am I doing?

The thought hit me suddenly, and I wondered
why I trusted this man.
I should just scream and run out of
here.

His fingers started to toy with my nipple,
quickly making it stand up and strain against my lace bra. His lips
left mine and began to chew my ear, nibbling at the soft flesh and
licking the sensitive skin just below my earlobes. I felt his hand
slide across to my other breast…

I hadn't realized we'd been moving, but now I
felt myself pushed down onto one of the low tables. My brain tried
to flicker to attention one final time:
this is your last
chance
, it said.

I tried to lift myself up and push him off
me, but his hands felt heavy on my shoulders. He began to kiss my
neck, my skin burning wherever his lips touched me. He undid my
buttons as he moved downwards, trailing his lips along as he parted
the shirt. When he got to my navel, the shirt was gaping open,
revealing my lace bra, my nipples visible through the thin
fabric.

He raised his head and stared into my eyes,
"You can leave if you really want to."

I felt sparks fly along my spine as our eyes
met. My answer was obvious as both of us felt the electricity, and
he ran his hand down my skirt. The hand retraced its movements,
this time pulling my skirt up till it was hitched around my
waist.

His fingers trailed along my inner thigh,
setting my skin on fire, till they found my moist panties. His hand
pressed down, and I moaned out loud, aching for more.

"Are you on birth control?"

His low voice cut through my haze of lust,
and I nodded. The thin cotton panties were pulled down, and I felt
him toss them away somewhere.

His hands pushed my thighs apart, spreading
them wide so I was completely exposed to him. I felt the heat
rushing through my body as the wetness seeped out of me.

His fingers lingered between my legs, teasing
me and making me moan in anticipation. They flicked against my
engorged nub, stroking my lips and prying them open, gently sliding
along and increasing my wetness. I gasped as I felt Brad suddenly
insert a finger inside me and I clenched my muscles around it,
wanting more and moaning with desire.

"You're so sexy," Brad growled, leaning over
me and biting an earlobe. "I love the smell of your desire."

The finger moving inside me left me
speechless, and all I could do was moan greedily. I felt him pull
the finger out as he stood up. I heard his belt buckle being undone
and the rustle of fabric, as I writhed in anticipation, arching my
back and aching for his touch again.

Thankfully he was back soon, lying on top of
me and nibbling my breasts through the lace fabric of my bra. I
felt his shaft press down on my body, and he grabbed my hips as he
rubbed his hard member against my opening, stroking it up and down,
not entering me yet and driving me nuts with anticipation.

Finally, I felt him press the tip of his
bulbous head against me, and I held back a scream as he nudged it
inside my aching entrance. He slid inside me slowly and I groaned
as I felt the pressure stretching me, clamping my muscles down on
his shaft as I felt him throbbing against my walls.

Each breath had become a moan as I tried to
suck him in deeper, arching my back and grinding my hips against
him as he thrust into me again and again. I heard him grunt and
gasp, as I felt the pressure building up within me.

The world was starting to fall away and all I
knew was the throbbing between my legs as Brad moved his shaft
deeper and deeper into me with every thrust. I felt the pressure
move through me, the world slowly turning red as the waves of
orgasm rolled over my body and I moaned in ecstasy as the sweet
release came, flooding out of my body and leaving me limp and
exhausted.

I felt Brad pound into me with a few last
erratic thrusts as he stiffened and came, gradually growing limp
inside me. We lay entwined for a few minutes, until he slowly moved
out and stood up.

As I heard the rustle of fabric and the chink
of the metal belt buckle, my brain finally kicked into action.

Why was I still lying here, I thought,
mortified.

I sat up quickly, pushing my skirt down and
buttoning up my shirt. I walked over to the shelf where my bag was,
and gathered my things. When I turned around, Brad was behind me,
my moist panties in his hand, and a thin smile on his lips.

I blushed and put the used item in my bag.
There was no point wearing them since they'd been on the floor, and
I was just going home.

We walked out silently. I was very conscious
of his strong, looming presence behind me.

"I'll give you a lift home," he said as he
locked the door behind us. "It's gotten dark."

"That's fine," I said, shaking my head, "I'll
just get a cab."

Brad started to protest but I'd already
walked off. I didn't turn around, I didn't want to see his face or
his expression, I didn't ever want to see him again.

Thankfully, it was one of those rare,
miraculous times when I got a cab almost immediately. I slid inside
and felt relieved - both at the timing of the cab and at the fact
that Mr. Neilson had offered to pay the bill. Taking a cab was a
rare luxury for me, and as I sank back into the seat, I allowed my
newly awake brain to scold me.

What had I been thinking? Lisa had just told
me Brad was one of the firm's biggest clients and I'd probably have
to see him at work once in a while. Of course, I could try to act
professional and hope that he wouldn't mention this to my bosses.
After all, why would he tell anyone at work, why would he tell
anyone at all?

I felt the stench of humiliation surround me.
I'd behaved like a slut, the drunken type you see in shady bars,
and I couldn't even blame my behavior on drink. I'd just met the
man, and yes, he was cute (
hot!
protested a part of my mind)
but that didn't justify my behavior. I didn't usually sleep with
random men, I didn't even date around really, so what had gotten
into me?

I felt tired, and decided to stop berating
myself. "I'll just blame this on stress," I thought, "And I'll just
act cool if I see him at work."