by Kahlen Aymes
Angel couldn’t help a short laugh as she glanced from Alex to both of his parents. “Yes, thank goodness. If it weren’t for that, I doubt we would have met.”
Alex’s eyes met hers and held. “Yes, we would have. At the concert. Allison would have still been after you for that.”
“Mmm… probably.” Maybe it wasn’t Whitney’s phone call but the inevitability of fate that brought the two of them together after all. Alex’s look said she shouldn’t doubt it.
“So it was fate!” Cora remarked happily.
“You’re quite an accomplished musician and singer, Dr. Hemming,” Charles remarked. “The crowd that night loved you.”
“Call me Angel, please, and thank you.”
“Alex is also quite talented.”
Angel nodded, her gaze sliding in her lover’s direction, a smile gently tugging at her lips. She gave Charles her full attention before she answered with a nod. “He is.”
The evening progressed with questions about how they met, Angel’s family, and her work, and most of the time, Alex’s hand was on her leg or rubbing her fingers. None of it went unnoticed by his parents.
Alex felt Angel’s discomfort just once, when discussing the way her mother left her father when she was only a baby, and felt unease of his own when the details of her work came up. It was still a sore subject with him, and Angel’s exuberance as she told them what she could only solidified how much she loved it. She explained how she worked to profile sex offenders and other criminals, her role with the district attorney’s office, and vaguely explained portions of her cases that wouldn’t reveal too much. Alex’s parents seemed enthralled with her.
His father ordered wine, and the wait staff delivered everything without disrupting the conversation once. The food was delicious, the company engaging, and the evening flew by. During one particularly in-depth discussion about his mother’s involvement in the American Cancer Society’s upcoming fundraiser the coming February, Charles nudged his son.
His lips thinned in a smile, and he nodded. “She’s a keeper. Don’t fuck it up, or I’ll kick your ass.”
Alex laughed softly and leaned closer to his father. “I don’t plan on it. I’m buying a ring this week.”
“What?” Charles Avery was beyond stunned. “I had no idea you were that serious so quickly.”
Alex huffed under his breath and smiled. “Aren’t you listening? And you see her, right?” His green eyes slid from his father to the woman he was speaking about. “It’s not like it was a decision I made. Obviously, that’s never been my M.O. It just happened.”
Charles’ hand came down on his son’s shoulder. He had been concerned Alex would never find anyone to spend his life with but knew it would take someone special to shift his focus. He’d given up so much when he dropped out of Juilliard to take the helm at Avery, and Charles was happy to see his son find fulfillment, both in the business and, now, in his personal life. “Oh, yes. I definitely get it. I’m proud of you, son. You always do what needs to be done without complaint and without compromise. I expect that tenacity from you in marriage. It’s not always a bed of roses.”
Alex reached for his wine glass, still studying Angel as she talked with his mother. Both women seemed enthralled with the other, using their hands in animated ways and laughing together. “Believe me; we fight like cats and dogs. But, funny thing is, it’s a huge turn on. It doesn’t last long, and making up is reaaaaalllly good,” he joked.
Charles laughed and Cora paused to look in the direction of her husband and son, briefly, but then waved a hand at them and turned back to Angel.
“Your mother obviously adores her.”
“I’m glad. Maybe now, she won’t be shoving her friends’ insipid daughters down my throat constantly. I’ll be glad to see an end to the nagging.”
“They’re not all insipid, but she obviously approves of your choice. She’ll be over-the-moon, and I’m sure she’ll want to host a big engagement to-do with half of Chicago in attendance.” Alex inwardly cringed, his eyes never leaving Angel. The big parties wouldn’t be important to her. He felt certain she’d rather they donate the money to some cause. “When are you planning to propose? Have you met her father?”
“Not yet. But, I definitely will. I want to start off on the right foot with him. She’s been his whole world for years, and I can’t just waltz in there and announce she’s mine. I’d like to get to know him and ask his permission.”
An expression of quiet satisfaction settled on Charles’ face. “I’d expect nothing less from you. From either of my sons.”
“Huh!” he huffed. “Cole is getting better, but I’m not sure he’s quite there, yet.”
“He’s doing well at Avery. When do you plan to have him take over security? Are you sure he’s ready?”
“It’s a huge undertaking, but he’s surprised me. I’m not quite ready for him to switch over, but not because he isn’t up to it. He needs to get licensed, which requires a lot more work experience. Besides, I still need him where he is. That cocksucker, Mark Swanson, is still on the loose. I’m not satisfied Angel is completely safe yet.”
“It’s been a few weeks, and you did bankrupt him.”
“Yes.” Alex’s chest expanded in a deep sigh as the conversation turned serious. “But he still managed to make bail, so someone is funding him. Not enough to save his company, but enough to put his slimy ass out on the street.”
“I’m sure it will be okay, son. He has fewer resources than before, so maybe he’ll let it be.”
“I hope so.”
“When is the trial?”
“It’s set to start in two months. I don’t know why the fuck they wait so long. It’s not like it’s disputed. All of us are testifying.”
“What does the district attorney say?”
“That the defense will stall as long as possible, even though they have no case. Because they are scrambling to come up with something.”
“Well, it will come to an end eventually, and I’m sure your mother and Allison would love to help Angel plan the wedding.”
“If she agrees.”
Charles was incredulous. “What? You think she might refuse?”
“She loves me. But, marriage might take a little persuasion,” he said softly, making sure the women weren’t privy to the content of his conversation with his father.
His father smirked and waved the waiter over. “Well, that’s good. It’s about time you moved on from beautiful dingbats who just wanted your money. You’ve never been weak on the persuasion front.”
Alex laughed, and both women looked their direction, just as the waiter approached.
“Yes, sir?”
“We’d like to see the dessert tray. Should we order aperitifs or coffee?” he asked the women.
“Oh, nothing for me, thank you. Unfortunately, I have to get to the station in about an hour,” Angel said.
“Yes, unfortunately,” Alex grumbled.
The server waited patiently for a response. “Um, coffee all around, please, Nathan. And, the check.”
“I wish I could continue the evening longer, but I’m afraid I even have to skip the coffee. I’m so sorry.”
Alex removed the napkin from his lap and set it beside his plate. He knew better than to fight his father for the check, so he made a move to rise and help Angel out of her seat, but her hand covered his to stop him.
“Why don’t you stay with your parents? I’ve monopolized your mother all evening, and I’m sure she’d like some time with you. I can get a cab.”
She smiled at Alex and he smiled back. “No.” It was one word that held a wealth of meaning.
It was late evening in Chicago and Swanson was out there somewhere. Cole and Bancroft’s gang had been given the night off, and Alex couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed she’d even suggest such a thing.
“But—”
“But, nothing. I’m taking you. Mom, Dad, please stay and enjoy dessert.”
Both men st
ood with Angel, and Cora reached for her hand. “It’s been so nice to meet you. Alexander, bring this young woman to brunch on Sunday,” she commanded gently. “We aren’t finished visiting. I’m so looking forward to planning some events with you, and I know Allison adores you, too.”
Angel’s smile was brilliant, and her cheeks held a faint pink blush that was a striking combination with the frame of her dark hair and alabaster skin. “It was so wonderful meeting you both.” Still holding Cora’s hand, she turned to Charles. “I’m so sorry we didn’t have much time to talk.” She had enjoyed the evening immensely, and her anxious worry dissipated mere minutes after meeting them; maybe even seconds.
Cora seemed the perfect, doting mother, one like Angel had never had. Despite protests from Alex, she’d spent half of the evening regaling her with tales of him as a young boy; sitting on his grandfather’s knee the first time he plunked on the piano before his third birthday, and how he’d been able to play almost anything by ear after only a couple years of lessons. “Of course, his interpretations of the songs got better as he grew up, but Charles and I were so amazed at his natural talent.”
Alex’s face softened, and he’d tolerated the conversation when Cora told how he’d been accepted to Juilliard, and his grandfather had the rare piano made just for him. Angel had seen how lovingly his fingers caressed the ivory keys the night they’d made their plan to catch Mark Swanson. It was obvious how much it meant to him, and Angel’s heart sank a little at the thought he’d given up that dream, given how gifted he was.
It was also obvious how proud both of his parents were of him, she thought as they moved toward the foyer of the restaurant, Alex’s fingers threading through her own as they walked side by side. Cole had said it; Alex never failed, but he worked his ass off in everything he did. Angel admired him even more after an evening spent with his parents. She glanced up at him lovingly and bit her lip when his gaze slid to meet hers.
“What are you thinking?”
“Just about how gushy you make me.”
A sly smile curved Alex’s mouth, and he glanced at his Rolex. “I happen to like you all gushy.”
A small giggle escaped Angel as they reached the coat checkroom, and Alex dug out his money clip and peeled a hundred from it, handing it to the woman inside. Her eyes got wide at the generosity as she peered at the couple through the opening of the pass-through to the room.
“Do you have your claim check, sir?”
Angel doubted the woman even noticed she existed, standing next to him, or that his arm was possessively around her waist. The girl stared at Alex adoringly, leaning forward through the opening toward him, and Angel huffed in amusement. Fucking magnet, she thought and almost rolled her eyes. Hi, Moth. Meet Flame. You’ll be toast in two seconds. It took effort to smile sweetly and not glare at her.
“I’d like it very much if you’d allow me to find the lady’s shawl myself and for you to make yourself scarce for, say, about twenty minutes?”
Angel leaned into Alex’s arm, his hand again firmly wrapped around hers. The coat check girl gasped but quickly regained herself.
“Um, well, sir, we will have other—”
“Oh, come on,” he coaxed, glancing down at her nameplate, “Sally.” Alex let go of Angel’s waist to unfurl another bill and pushed them both into Sally’s hand. His voice took on that tone; the smooth-as-silk, yet demanding tone that exacted acquiescence without a word of protest. “Just take the money, let us in, and shut the door behind you. And don’t let anyone in.”
The girl’s cheeks flushed bright red, but she numbly took the money and opened the door, stepping back out of the way.
“Perfect” he practically purred, his voice like butter. Angel could visibly see the girl melt into a puddle as Alex’s hand returned to her lower back, guiding her past and into the small room lined with rows of racks, only half of them full. “Twenty minutes, Sally.”
Once the door was closed, Angel laughed softly. “I guess your dick is feeling better.”
In one swift move, Alex had his jacket unbuttoned and pushed Angel against the far wall, coats pushed aside to cuddle them like a cocoon. Her breath left her chest in a huff as her back came in contact with the white painted blocks behind her. The contrast between the cold concrete and the heat of Alex pressing into her front was striking. “You tell me,” he growled softly. “I’ve been insane to touch you all night.”
“Wow, Mr. Avery. I didn’t expect this from you. You’re always so in control.”
His lips quirked devilishly, and he bent his head. “Just because I want you, doesn’t mean I’m out of control. Twenty minutes, remember, babe?”
Angel nodded, the move almost imperceptible as Alex’s head swooped and he took her mouth hungrily, sucking her tongue into his mouth, followed by teasing tugs on her lower lip with his teeth. He was so fucking hot, and Angel’s insides began to quiver and flood with fire. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest to the point it might thunder free of the confines of her ribs. She slid her hands up the fine linen of his shirt to tug on his tie.
“No time to undress… much,” he murmured, shoving his hands over the curves of her ass and down the side of her legs to grasp the hem of her dress and pull it up to her hips. He bent and lifted her, pushing between her legs as her fingers fumbled with his belt and zipper, yanking his shirt out and pushing the top of his silk boxers down. He was hard as steel, and hot, like molten silk in her hand. “I only intended to kiss you. All I’ve been doing all night is staring at that mouth.”
“Uhhh…” she breathed, freeing his erection at the same time he reached between them to pull her panties aside but found none. When his fingers touched her slick heat, he stopped and looked into her face.
“Had plans for me tonight, did you?” He smiled softly, loving that naughty side of her. “That is so fucking hot.” She wasn’t able to reply as he pushed inside her body and took her mouth again.
She’d didn’t know when, but she’d known Alex’s hand would find its way beneath her dress at some point in the evening, and he’d find it extremely arousing to find her without panties. Garters and stockings yes, but no panties.
One of Alex’s arms was bent at the elbow and flat against the wall, under her shoulder, and the other held on to her hip as he moved in her, the hungry kisses never breaking, except for breath. Angel clung to him as he drove into her, pulling at his shoulders and clutching at his hair wildly. They were hungry, but love made them hungrier; the few days since they’d made love felt like years.
It wasn’t long until Angel’s breath was rushing out in wild pants, and Alex was turning his head into the curve between her shoulder and neck as he came hard, muffling his groans by sucking on her skin. He heaved against her, her wet heat and muscles grasping in spasms around him as she came.
“Christ!” Alex growled. “I’m calling Darian. I want to take you home. Now.”
He was still holding her but moved away from the wall.
She rested her head on his shoulder and shook her head. “Babe, I can’t. I want to. But I can’t. Maybe you can come with me to the station?” Her finger ran down his cheek, teasing, and she kissed him with an open mouth, softly tempting. “I can let Christina leave early. Then, you can take me home after the show.”
“Okay, but what do I have to do to get you to forget about other shit and just concentrate on me?” Alex let her legs slide to the floor and began doing up his pants. Angel pulled her skirt into place and looked around on the floor under the row of coats in search of the purse that had dropped to the floor when he’d grabbed her.
“I do concentrate on you. You distract me from my work all day.” She moved to him after she’d found her purse and straightened his tie. “I need to use the bathroom before we go.” Her eyebrow shot up. Alex took her hand and brought the back of it to his lips. He loved her more than he could stand. More than he thought he was capable of.
“I’m running down your leg, hmm?” His gaze held hers steadi
ly, daring her to deny it. “I find that very sexy. It screams you belong to me.”
“Okay, Tarzan, but it’s going to get on my dress, and I don’t want it ruined. Plus, I can just see it when I take it into the cleaners. ‘Um, can you please make sure to get the industrial strength jizz out of the skirt? Thanks,’” she mocked wryly and jabbed him gently in the ribs with her elbow.
Alex burst out laughing and scanned the coats for Angel’s shawl before wrapping it around her. They were both still laughing softly when they walked out the door of the coatroom under the glance of the embarrassed attendant.
“Thank you,” Alex murmured with a sexy smirk, unconcerned with her opinion of what they’d just done; unconcerned that his parents were still on the premises, and if they saw them emerge, they would know what just went down. He didn’t make excuses for his decisions; he owned every fucking one.
5
Scare
Alex sat in the chair across the desk that Darian usually occupied when he was in the station during Angel’s show. She smiled at him, and Christina hovered in the other room, looking into the studio through the window divider much more than usual. She normally sat at the desk and only stood to give Angel cues about her callers. Tonight, she was definitely enjoying the view, and it was more than obvious in the way her head kept popping up.
Angel couldn’t help the grin tugging at her mouth, but Alex seemed oblivious to Christina’s attention, concentrating as he was on her. He looked like James Bond, leaning back in the chair, his tie hanging undone, and the top two buttons of his shirt open, but still in his suit. He was plucking at his lower lip with his thumb and index fingers as his eyes studied Angel intently. His dark hair was shiny, even in the dim light of the room, and Angel was astounded how it could look so mussed but still perfectly gorgeous. His impatience was evident by the way his hand kept raking through it. He was so beautiful it should be fucking illegal. Who could blame Chris for staring? And it was even harder for Angel. She knew what he was thinking… she had carnal knowledge of what was underneath his clothes. Damn. He looked as good clothed as he did completely nude. His suit was perfectly tailored to his muscled frame, but it wasn’t even that or the fact he was so built. He was commanding and oozed confidence without even trying.
