Sexy Love (Sexy Series Book 4) (19 page)

I contemplate arguing and gaining control, but that doesn’t always work with Sebastian, and hell – I just watched porn, why not try something else new? Sweatpants.

I stand off the bed, unzip my skirt and push it down my legs, and then one-by-one, remove my hold-ups by resting a foot up on the bed. I look up to see Seb watching, intently.

“I love that you’re old-school with your underwear, Lexie. Stockings and your legs together – mind-blowing combination.”

I laugh, enjoying his appreciation of my lingerie, before reaching over to collect the pants. “Yeah? Well I’m going to look a whole lot more different now. I’m going from sexy chic to slob in one quick change.”

“You’re going to look sexy in those pants, too, I can assure you. It’s just a different look, is all.”

I turn the waistband over so they hang on my hips, and pose for him. “How do I look?”

“See? Sexy as hell.”

“Do you have a t-shirt I can borrow?”

“No,” he says, helpfully. “I like that look.”

Great. I look down at myself wearing sweatpants and a bra. I suppose I’m not going anywhere, I’ll live with it for a couple of hours.

“So, shall we actually watch a real movie now? He asks, turning Hunza and Slut off with the remote control, their incessant wailing getting quite annoying.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Not really.”

“Me neither.”

“Wanna just talk?” he asks, grinning.

“Sure, talking is good.”

And that’s how the rest of the evening went. We sat on the balcony for a while until it got too cold, at which point, we returned to the bedroom and talked the night away in bed.

It was really very pleasant, and I’m very happy that I decided to come here tonight. I’ve eaten delicious food, I’ve learnt a lot more about Sebastian’s capabilities, I’ve experienced my first pornographic movie and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Of course we got down to it one more time before we both fell asleep, agreeing a short while earlier that I should stay the night, and this time was longer. We’d already had the fast-paced, frenzied sex, so we took our time with round two, and it was divine; slow, sensual, erotic… perfect.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

FRIDAY 3
RD
APRIL

Waking up in Seb’s bed isn’t the romantic and relaxing experience one might think when imagining such a scenario. Not only is it a work day, it’s also a training day with Luke, so I have to be back at my apartment and ready to train at six!

There’s no morning sex, no fiddling – the alarm goes off at five twenty and I’ve got to get dressed and get out. Sebastian does get up and out of bed, unnecessarily – but very sweetly, to make himself a coffee and ensure I have everything. Of course he offers me a coffee but I simply don’t have time, nor do I wish to fill myself with a heavy drink before my training session.

“Thanks so much for last night, Sebastian,” I call out from the bedroom as I emerge from his en-suite, having freshened up my face quickly with my emergency kit in my purse. “I really enjoyed everything, and your cooking is fantastic.”

He strolls to the doorway of the bedroom and rests against the frame, his foot crossed over the other and a large mug of steamy coffee in his hand. “You’re so welcome, I really hope we can do it again.”

“That would be great, I’m sorry I’m in such a hurry.”

“No problem, I would really like for you to stay a little longer though, are you sure you can’t miss training, just this once?”

I smile. “Oh no, I’m sorry, I don’t miss training. Also, Luke gets up early, especially – so I don’t want to take advantage.”

“Sure, I understand.”

I’d like to get into conversation, maybe ask about his plans for the day, arrange another meeting, but my mind is set solely on the task of leaving and getting back in time to quickly shower the sex from my body, change into my work out clothes and get to the gym by six.

“Oh shit, I’ve got to call a cab…” I say as I button up my blouse.

“Oh no, I called Frank back – he’s waiting downstairs for you, where you came in. Would you like me to walk with you?”

“Oh no, don’t worry, I can remember the way.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, and thank you so much. I automatically assumed I had my car here.”

“That’s fine.”

I collect my bag and run my fingers through my hair as I walk past him to run into the hallway and slip my shoes on. He follows me, his pants sweeping along the floor with his feet, it’s a cosy, comfortable sound, like he’s going to lounge around his apartment all day and relax.

He puts his cup down in the side unit and takes my jacket from the closet by the door, holding it open for me to slip my arms into.

“Thank you, Sebastian.” I open the door and step out. “So, I’ll er… I’ll see you soon, maybe?”

“Hey – come back here,” he says, reaching out for my waist and pulling me back towards the doorframe where he leans. “A kiss good bye?”

I smile. “Sure.”

He kisses my lips so softly, and lingers, delectably. I know I need to get going but one kiss isn’t going to make me that late. I raise my free hand and run it around the back of his warm, thick neck.

“Mmm, I wish we could continue this inside,” he says, his voice so alluring, so gravelly and sexy – so persuasive; but no.

“Me too, I’m sorry. I really do have to go now,” I whisper against his mouth, the hallway so quiet at this early hour.

‘Okay, I’ll call you later.”

I nod, my eyebrows raised. I’m surprised, I can’t lie. “Okay, speak later.”

I step backwards and away from him, before rushing down the hallway towards the elevator. I have to hurry!

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I managed to get back, have a two-minute shower so I didn’t smell of sexy sweat and get down to the gym just as Luke walked in from the street entrance. It was a fantastic, energetic and stimulating session, leaving me totally psyched up for my busy day at work.

I was pleased for the distraction so my mind wasn’t analysing and dissecting everything that happened last night. That isn’t something I have ever really done much of, but as with most things that relate to my reactions to Sebastian, it’s changing.

I do get a lot of work done in the first few hours of work, hardly thinking of last night at all, apart from the occasional moment when a scene from that terrible movie pops into my head and makes me twinge. I twinge, purely because I remember what happened afterwards, of course, not with arousal at the actual content of the movie.

Towards the afternoon, I did start to think about it all a little more. This morning was very different to the last time that I woke up with him. Last time, we played around in bed for a while, and then he got up and dismissed me.

This time? This time I was the one leaving quickly, I wasn’t rude, but I was definitely the one with the control. It’s hard to tell if he’d have been the same as last time - had I stayed a little longer, but judging by his relaxed manner and the way in which he was trying to lure me back in… I’d say he was a lot more attentive.

Maybe it’s because we were in his home this time; I have no idea. I think about him sporadically - between phone calls and completed files, and wonder if he’ll be in touch again like he said, or if he’ll disappear like last time. He said he’d call me later but I’ll remain sceptical about that – I don’t know how trustworthy his word is just yet.

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I surprise myself by looking at the clock when I hear my cell chime, and I realise that it’s six thirty. I didn’t even stop for lunch. I’ll give it another hour and then I’ll go home to eat and collapse onto my bed, I’m exhausted.

I check my cell and smile instinctively when I see that the message is from Sebastian. He made contact.

~

LOVE, SEBASTIAN

iMessage

Today 6:33

Sexy Lexie, I hope your day has been good. I’ve been working, too, and just got inside my ‘pit’ in the Gulfstream G450, set to fly soon - so I wanted to drop you a message to say how incredible last night was, and how much I’d like to do it again. Maybe we can catch up again sometime this weekend? I’ll let you know when I’m back. S xx

~

I smile, feeling a little smitten. I know I shouldn’t get excited about a man making contact but I just can’t help it. I’d love to see him again this weekend, if he can make it back from wherever he’s flying to with enough time to spare.

I know that if he’s flying soon, he’ll be getting ready to do his checks imminently and won’t be distracted by a cell phone, so I’d better respond quickly if I want him to get it before he jets off. If he wants to reply, I’d like to catch him before he starts the important parts, to do so.

~

Today 6:35

Hey, Sebastian, where are you flying to tonight? I also enjoyed last night and would welcome another get-together. Let me know when you’re back and I’ll inform you of my own availability. Enjoy your flight. Alexia x

Delivered

~

I rest my cell on my desk and attempt to suppress my grin, but as no one is watching, I let it take over.

Somehow I manage to get my head back to work for a few minutes, before my stomach tingles when I hear the exciting text message alert again.

~

LOVE, SEBASTIAN

iMessage

Today 6:44

McCarran tonight, chartered for a birthday celebration for one of our clients wives’. I usually opt in to fly his routes. I’ll be returning on his clock so I can’t offer you any idea now, but I’ll get back to you when I know. I think you have been on this jet, actually – one of the Learjet 35s? S xx

~

I think back, and respond immediately, knowing time is of the essence and not only do I
not
wish to delay him from his duties, I also want to give him enough time to reply now that we’ve started conversation – I don’t think I’d enjoy being cut off without an immediate response.
What’s wrong with me?

~

Today 6:46

I’m not sure – is it a smaller aircraft with white leather interior? Vegas sounds fun, although will you get to see any of it? It’s nearly a year since I was there, myself.

Delivered

~

Small talk, even by iMessage is actually exciting – I am comforted by the fact that he is actually interested in talking to me about mundane every day things when we’re not together – when he’s not trying to coax me into removing my underwear and letting him have free rein on my body.

His response is immediate which leads me to think he’s either rushing so he can make a start on his work, or bored, and sitting with his phone open. I’m more inclined to believe the former.

~

LOVE, SEBASTIAN

iMessage

Today 6:47

Yes – it’s a cream interior, and if I recall correctly, you found it quite cramped. I won’t enjoy Vegas on this occasion, it’s all about work tonight and I’ll need to be on alert to arrange departure when I get the call. I’m not a stranger to Sin City though so I won’t feel I’m missing anything, unlike when you were there last year. Where was my invite
?
What are your plans for tonight, sexy lady? S xx

~

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Today 6:48

Ah, yes. I remember, it is a tiny aircraft – I think I feel safer in something a little larger! I’m sorry you didn’t get an invite last year, it would have been great fun to have you over there for Clare’s birthday, but we weren’t friends like that back then. Next time. Well, as for tonight – I was invited out but I’m exhausted so I plan on leaving the office in an hour or so and heading home to bed! Xx

Delivered

~

Okay, so I might be telling a small white lie, I wasn’t invited out at all – but I can’t have him knowing that now, can I? I’ll let him believe I’m in demand and that’s how I like it.

~

LOVE, SEBASTIAN

iMessage

Today 6:51

Lexie! I’m offended – if you’re with me, you should feel safe no matter what. But I’ll bear that in mind for next time I fly you somewhere – or maybe we’ll get someone else to fly us so we can enjoy more. You’re still working? Wow – I can see why you’re tired! I went back to bed for a couple hours after you left to work out. I hope your date didn’t mind you cancelling too much xx

~

Ha! I detect a little jealousy there – at least I hope I do.

We sent a few more messages along similar lines for about another ten minutes, and then he had to start his preparations for the flight. I’m glad he arrived early and decided to message me, I feel a little more alive than I did an hour ago.

I’m also looking forward to possibly seeing him over the weekend. I’d like to think it’d be tomorrow night but realistically, I imagine it will probably be some time on Sunday. I’ll try not to think too much about it because it’s
so
not me.

When I arrive at my home, I kick my shoes off by the door, drop my purse… okay, so I don’t drop my purse, I slip it in its allocated slot in the dresser in the hallway like a true neat freak, and slump on one of my stripy chairs by the piano, basking in the golden silence.

It takes me a good ten minutes to come to and make my way to the kitchen to think of something to prepare for dinner. Nothing jumps out at me and the thought of having to cook is loathsome, so I take the prepared tub of freshly cut fruit salad from the refrigerator and sit at the breakfast bar to consume the refreshing, juicy produce.

I’m almost asleep by the time I take my last bite, so there’s no question about my next move - to quickly shower and crawl into my bed.