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David crossed the room
and took her in his arms. “We don’t have to rush things,
Alex. No matter what he says. It’s okay.” He stroked her
hair, and she leaned into his warmth.
Guilt flooded through
her.
It’s his first time. I should be the one guiding
him—not the other way around. Why am I so nervous?
Whatever was going on
with her, she needed to get over it fast. Otherwise her sex life
would be the least of her worries.
***
“Soooo?”
Elsy alighted next to her in the dining area, setting down a tray of
seaweed salad. “Tell me everything.”
Alex wondered if she
could ignore the question and stabbed at a piece of steak. She felt
Elsy’s eyes boring into her and sighed. “The dress was
great. The rest? Not so much.”
“What?” The
tall woman crossed her arms over her chest. “What the hell
happened? You looked HOT last night. Don’t tell me he stood you
up.”
“No, of course
not. David was…”
What was David?
“Wonderful.”
Alex moaned and covered her head with her hands. “I totally
chickened out, Elsy. He asked me what I wanted, and I froze.”
“Wait a minute,
honey. Are you telling me that a man asked you what you wanted in
bed? And you threw that opportunity away? Men who ask are a rare
breed.”
“I know. It’s
just that… I’ve never had to, you know, talk about it
before.” Alex looked down at her lap.
“Men aren’t
psychic, you know. If you don’t tell them what you want,
they’re not going to give it to you. Usually, I just give them
the run down before the clothes come off. Saves time and hassle.”
She winked at her.
“I’m not
like you, Elsy.” She ran her hands over her face in
frustration. “I don’t know if I can say those things. I
feel so stupid.”
Elsy pursed her lips
and gracefully twirled seaweed onto her fork. “The only stupid
thing is not speaking your mind and then being unsatisfied with the
performance.” She chewed thoughtfully then turned her silver
eyes on Alex. “Has a lover ever made you come, Alex?”
Alex spit her soda
water across the table. “Why would you ask that?” She
threw a handful of napkins onto the spill and blotted furiously,
avoiding her friend’s eyes.
Elsy stared at her.
“You haven’t! That’s your problem, Alex. You’ve
got to get over your shyness.
Make
him give you what you
need.”
“I can’t
believe I’m even having this conversation.”
“Well, it’s
a step in the right direction, at least,” Elsy said rolling her
eyes. “You’ve got to loosen up.”
Sweat trickled down
Alex’s neck at the thought.
I do have to loosen up…
or my ass is grass.
***
To Be Continued…
Wanting Him
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AT HIS
SERVICE (The Billionaire’s Beck and Call):
“Ms. Willcox,
come here.”
I smoothed my hands
over my skirt and took a few steps toward the chairs in front of his
desk.
“Did I say you
could sit there? Come here. To me.”
I paused, shifting
uncomfortably on my feet.
“Are you deaf? I
said come
here
.”
His sharp tone sent a
shiver down my spine. I set my jaw and walked around the desk until I
was just inches away from him. He spun in his chair toward me slowly
and leaned back, a smirk playing over his handsome face. For a long
moment, he just looked me over, appraising me, then staring into my
eyes to see if I would look away, I suppose.
I didn’t.
“Take a seat
here. On the desk.”
His voice was a low
whisper, his eyes intense.
I hesitated the
briefest of moments, but then a little voice inside my head said
He’s
messing with you. He wants to see if you’re afraid.
I
glared back at him. I needed to show him he didn’t intimidate
me, no matter how rich and powerful he was.
I hopped up on the edge
of his desk, and crossed my bare legs demurely. His eyes roamed over
my exposed skin, stopping at my hem line, before moving up my body to
my breasts, straining beneath my blouse. I tried to keep my breathing
steady, but I felt so vulnerable this close to him, especially when
he looked at me like that.
“What do you know
about me, Isabeau?”
He leaned forward, and
I forced myself to stay still instead of shying away. He was so close
that I could smell the subtle notes of his cologne: musk and wood
with a hint of leather.
“My apologies…
May I call you Isabeau?” He smiled up at me, dazzling me for a
moment.
“Of course.”
My voice sounded high and breathy. I gripped the edge of his desk,
trying not to fidget.
“Good. What have
you heard about me, Isabeau? What do you really know about me?”
What did he want me to
say? That everyone said he was an ogre? Or that they all wanted to
sleep with him anyway?
“I…”
“Go on. You won’t
hurt my feelings.”
He was still smiling,
slight dimples visible in both cheeks. The sight was destracting, to
say the least.
“I know that
you’re the youngest CEO and partner in the company’s
history, and I know that you earned the spot by working your way up
after graduate school instead of using your inheritance as a crutch.”
“Everyone knows
that. What do you
know
about me? The real stuff. None of this
press release bullshit.”
I looked down at my
hands, anything not to have to look up at his face so close to me.
“Um. People say…
they say that you’re scary. And that your assistants don’t
last long.”
He laughed, a deep,
warm sound that seemed to fill up the office. I glanced up to see him
smirking at me. I relaxed my grip on the desk a little. Maybe I
wasn’t being fired after all.
“What else do
they say?”
Oh, God. He can’t
possibly want me to tell him everything. Does he?
The look on his
face confirmed that he did. It was clear by the way he looked at me
that I wasn’t leaving this office until I gave him exactly what
he wanted.
“They say. Um…
They say that you’re very, uh, good looking… and
impossible to please.”
“Oh they do, do
they?” He sat back, and tented his fingers beneath his chin.
“Well, do you agree with them? Do you think I’m scary,
handsome and woefully unsatisfied?”
My mouth dropped open,
and I quickly closed it with a snap.
“Yes. I mean,
no!
I mean, I don’t know…”
He stood, then, and
leaned in close, towering over me. “You were right the first
time.”
Anxiety coursed through
me, but I have to admit, being this close to him, smelling his scent
and feeling the heat radiating off his body, it made me wonder what
it would be like to be in his arms. To be his. To be owned by him…
His face was almost
touching mine when he whispered to me. “I
am
unsatisfied, Isabeau. I want you to be my new assistant. Will you do
that for me? Will you be at my beck and call?”
My breath left me as
his words sunk in. When I finally regained it, I felt like I was
trembling from head to toe.
His beck and call.
“Wh-what about
your old assistant?”
Mr. Drake leaned back
again and took my chin in his hand, forcing my eyes to his. “What
about her? I want
you
.”
His touch on my skin
was electric.
Are we still talking about business?
“Yes, Mr. Drake.”
His thumb stroked my
cheek for the briefest of moments, and then he released me,
breathless, and wondering what I’d just agreed to.
***
Teaching
Him
By
Delilah
Fawkes
***
Teaching
Him
Copyright
2012 by
Delilah Fawkes
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