by Kandi Kayne
“Hello, Rose.” He wasn’t smiling.
“Hello, Alexander. What are you doing here?”
“I told you I wanted to talk to you about that position.”
“How did you know where I live?”
“I asked your former employer. I hear you no longer work there.”
“I couldn’t do it anymore. I have a … pretty full schedule.”
“I’m glad to hear you’re no longer working there. But not so much about the schedule. I will make many demands on your time, I’m afraid.”
I snorted. “I’m not sure how you plan to do that since I told you I’m not interested in working for you.”
“I’m prepared to make you an offer you can’t refuse.”
I shivered despite the hot sun, not even sure what he meant; but the look in his eye was dangerous. Dangerous, as in it brought me flashbacks of last night in his office. I cleared my throat and began walking towards my door.
“There’s nothing you could offer me that would tempt me to work for you,” I said over my shoulder. “I’m sorry you wasted your time.” I reached into my bag to get my keys out. It was only when I was at my door that I realized he’d followed me.
“How can you possibly know that when you haven’t heard my terms?”
“I just know.”
“I’m surprised.”
I stopped fishing around in my backpack and looked up at him. He was disturbingly close, and I could smell his cologne. It was just as potent and effective as it had been last night. I felt myself go moist again and tingles in my breasts. Shit. “Okay. I’ll bite. What are you surprised about?”
“I would have thought you’d taken a few courses on networking and business negotiations.”
“I have. Several.”
“Well, then … why not put your education to use and do something to help your situation?”
“What situation?” I eyed him suspiciously.
“You need money for school. You need work experience if you’re going to find a solid position when you graduate. It could be I’m offering things that could help you, but you’ll never know if you don’t hear me out.”
I gave up trying to find my keys, dropping my bag to the ground in front of my door. “Why? Why me?”
He shrugged slightly, giving me no answer.
I snorted. “Whatever. I’m not a hooker, so you can forget the whole Pretty Woman thing you’ve got going on here.”
He frowned. “Pretty Woman? What’s that?”
I looked at him incredulously. “The movie? Pretty Woman? Julia Roberts and Richard Gere? Like, one of the most romantic movies of all time?”
“Sorry. Never heard of it.”
I bent down, searching through my bag again. “Whatever. I’m not looking for a job. I’m fine.”
“That’s not what I heard. And for the record, I didn’t think you were a hooker.”
“Then why did you try to pay me after … well … you know. After.”
“Because you were working as an escort. You went above and beyond. It’s not unheard of in that industry to receive tips.”
“My going above and beyond, as you call it, was me just having a good time with a cute guy at a party. It wasn’t my job.”
“I got that, when you left the money on my desk.” He pulled an envelope out of his back pocket, folded in half. “Here. Take it. You can use it towards tuition or rent.”
I barely spared him a glance. “Keep it. It’s ho-money. I’m not interested.”
He laughed. It was so shocking a sound coming from him, my head jerked up of its own accord. His features quickly went back to their mask of seriousness, making me think that I had possibly imagined the whole thing.
“Fair enough. But I have booked us a reservation at The Breakwaters in Palm Beach for eight o’clock tonight, so we can discuss our deal. So if you don’t want to arrive late, you need to start getting ready.”
I finally found my keys and stood up, smiling at him in disbelief. “You aren’t hearing me at all, are you?”
“No. Not when you’re saying no, I’m not.”
“Well, I have homework.”
“It’s Friday. You can do it Sunday.”
I unlocked the door and stepped inside, purposely keeping him out in the hallway. “I have plans for Sunday.”
“Cancel them,” he said softly, moving closer to the space I’d left open in the door.
I could see his full lips, just inches above my own now. His face was clean-shaven, but still, I could see where the shadow would be coming in soon on his chin. He nearly overwhelmed me, just standing there like that in front of me, and all I wanted to do was throw myself at him again. It made me angry at myself, that I was so easy. A pretty face and hot body is all it takes, damn the personality. What the heck is my problem, anyway? I refused to consider that his powerful position in town or his money had anything to do with his attraction. But if it wasn’t that, what would it be? It’s not like he was Mr. Personality or anything.
“Listen, Mr. Blackstone …”
“Call me Alexander. Or Alex.”
“Listen, Alexander. I’m flattered, but I’m really not interested.” Yes, I’m lying, but I’m just going to keep doing it because you are pure trouble, Alexander … Alex Blackstone. “I appreciate your offer, but I’m afraid I have to say no thanks.”
“I’ll be here at six to pick you up,” he said.
I opened my mouth to protest, but I didn’t have a chance. He pushed the door in and grabbed me around the back of my neck, pulling my face to his and crushing his lips against mine.
The passion ignited immediately, as if the embers from last night had never even died down. Grabbing me and forcing me to kiss him should have enraged me, but all it did was enflame me. I let the door go, and it swung all the way in, allowing him full access to pull my body up against his. He was already hard, I could feel it through the thin material of my shorts. He shoved his way inside, shutting the door behind him.
“I thought about you all night,” he whispered against my neck, his lips moving to suck where he had just nipped me. It sent shivers through my entire body. His hands slid down, both of them cupping my backside and squeezing, pulling my cheeks apart which only served to heighten my arousal even more.
“I can’t do this,” I whispered back, totally lying to him and me. Truth was, I could do this. I just knew I probably shouldn’t.
“I’m taking you to dinner tonight. And you are going to work for me. And you can do this.”
I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away from me, staring up into his eyes. “You can’t always have everything you want, Alexander. No one can.”
His hands went from my hips to my waistband. He dipped his fingers in the top of my shorts and pulled me closer, staring me in the eyes but saying nothing. He bent down slightly, and moved his hand from my waistband to the bottom of my shorts, near the crotch. His fingers slid up inside them and into my panties, making contact with my slippery wetness.
I gasped at his boldness and with the sudden, erotic sensations he was creating.
“Yes, I can have everything I want. And right now, I want you.”
I moaned, completely unable to control myself. I could feel myself swelling down there, and I was ready to beg him to touch my most sensitive spot.
But I didn’t need to, because he seemed to know exactly what I wanted. He unbuttoned my shorts and put his whole hand inside my panties, rubbing my clit and sliding a big, thick finger up inside me.
I clung to his shoulders, my eyes going closed in rapture. “Oh, God,” I whispered, feeling the heat building inside me. “You’re going to make me come.” Why is this happening so fast? What’s wrong with me?!
He leaned in and kissed me fiercely as I continued to hang onto him. I couldn’t move my hands; I was clinging on for dear life. My breath was coming faster and faster, and I pushed against his hand, needing to feel more of him. I didn’t care anymore that he was older than me, that he was a
rich politician I should probably run from. All I knew now was that he had something that I wanted. Badly.
I pulled one hand away and let it slide down to his cock. I wanted to feel him inside me again.
He grabbed my hand and stopped it before it got to his pants. “No,” he growled. He kissed me hard again and then pulled away entirely, taking his hand out of my pants too.
I whimpered, opening my eyes in confusion. “Wha … where are you going?” I asked, my voice taking on a begging tone.
He stepped back towards the door, never taking his eyes off me. “I have to get going. I need to shower before our meeting.”
My daze turned into disbelief and then anger when I realized he was serious. “Are you friggin kidding me?”
He smiled, looking every inch the devil. “Why would I do that? I have a serious business proposition for you. I never kid about business.”
“I’m not talking about the meeting, you asshole.”
He lunged forward and grabbed me around the waist, jerking me towards him. Our faces were only inches away.
“Don’t call me an asshole.”
“Then don’t get me all turned on and leave me hanging like that.” I had no idea where my boldness was coming from - probably unsatisfied sexual frustration. It was giving me superpowers.
He reached down and yanked my shorts to the floor and within a second had turned me around and pushed my back into the door. His pants were somehow open without me even having seen him touch the button.
“You want me to finish this? Fine. Let’s finish it.” His mouth plundered mine again as he lifted up one of my legs. With little effort and almost an athlete’s grace, he pushed his big, hard cock deep into me.
I had no time to react to any of it with anything but shock and surprise. His rod went sliding in, my slick wetness making it almost sinfully smooth, and I screamed with pleasure, sounds coming out of my mouth I didn’t even know I could make. Two seconds earlier I’d been ready to throw a tantrum over being teased and left hanging, and now I was being speared between the legs by a ten-inch hard cock and pounded against my front door - and I was loving every moment of it.
I rode the wave of orgasm quickly to the top, wrapping my legs around him and opening myself as wide as I could so I could take all of him inside me, bucking against him in a frenzied rhythm that my body just somehow knew. I reveled in the grinding he did against my most sensitive spot, making me beg him to do it harder. I ignored the banging sounds we were making on the door and screamed as the pulses of my orgasm began to overwhelm me.
“Yes, Alexander! Yes!” I screamed, digging my nails into his back and hanging on for dear life. “Oh my god!” I felt his dick grow larger and then his pace pick up even faster as he blasted his own orgasm into me. My body and breasts bounced up and down with the heavy jolting motions. I felt like a wanton woman and couldn’t help but smile at myself.
When he was finished and our bodies had finally come to a halt, we both leaned into the door, remaining still for a few moments, breathing hard. One of his hands still held one of my thighs up around this waist. The other was firmly planted against the wood next to my face. I turned my head, and the material of his shirt tickled my nose. Sweat rolled down my back, making me slide on the door’s smooth surface.
I dropped the other thigh he wasn’t holding, planning to try and extricate myself as gracefully as possible and go hide in the bathroom, but Alexander had other plans. As soon as he got his breath back, he grabbed me under both thighs, stepped out of his pants, and walked over to my couch. He gently lowered me down onto it, never letting himself come fully out of me.
I stared into his serious, almost angry eyes, lifting up a hand to brush his hair off his forehead. Neither of us said anything; we just stared at one another. I shifted a hip to get more comfortable and flinched a little in shock as the twinge of an orgasm’s beginning rolled through me.
He must have sensed something, because he pushed himself into me, sending another pleasant tingle through my body.
I moaned a little, encouraging him to push more, not even sure what I was asking for or wanted, other than to feel more of what I was feeling.
He happily obliged. I could feel him growing hard again, and I knew it was in response to my moans, which only made me more turned on than I already was. We both began moving together in rhythm again, him getting harder and me getting wetter.
The heat that built this time was different. It was a slow burn, intense but impossible to control. It was coming from somewhere deep down inside me, a place I hadn’t known existed until this moment.
“What’s happening?” I whispered, almost afraid of my own body now.
“Shhhhh, just go with it,” he said, pulling his cock out almost all the way and then slowly, slowly sinking it in. He stopped when fully inside and then moved his hips in small circles, rubbing himself up against me.
I nearly died when the second orgasm started. “Oh, God, oh Alex! I don’t know what this is!” I was panting and crying and calling out, all at the same time.
He growled and picked up his pace, sweat coming down his face and dripping on me. I glanced up in time to see him looking like a wild man possessed. He was lost in another world too.
I pushed on his ass, forcing him against me as much as I could, finally pushed over the edge and into oblivion when he yelled out, completely out of control. His war cry was like a surrender, and to have a man this determined and powerful give up to me, was a drug. I lost my mind in that moment, caring only about the sex we were having and making plans to have more of it in the future.
I shut the door in his face, refusing to promise whether I’d go to the dinner meeting or not. I still wasn’t sure it was a good idea - in fact, I was quite certain it was a bad idea, but something about him or the magic in his hands, made it impossible for me to not be at least highly tempted.
“I’ll be here at six to get you,” he said through the door. And then he was gone.
I went to the window and watched his car back out and drive away. My hand strayed down to the front of my panties that I’d put back on. They were damp and my body was still extra sensitive. He had some kind of powerful magic in those hands of his. Or maybe it was his other parts that held the magic. I smiled thinking about it.
On my way to the kitchen for some water, fully dressed again, I heard the front door opening. I went back out into the main room to greet my roommate.
“Hey, what’s up?” she asked, throwing her purse down on the floor by the door. “Anything good happen while I was gone?”
“Uhhh, not really.”
She stopped in her tracks and narrowed her eyes at me, pointing at my face with a manicured, painted fingernail. “Guilty look.”
“What?” I frowned, trying to act innocent.
“Don’t even try it. Something happened. You look so guilty right now it’s ridiculous. What’d you do?”
“Nothing, geez,” I said, turning back towards the kitchen, hiding my expression from her.
She followed me in and opened the fridge. “I saw that Audi pulling out of our space on my way in. Are you going to try and tell me that wasn’t Alexander Blackstone out there?”
I choked on my water. “Oh, damn. You saw that?” I tried not to smile but it was impossible.
“Kind of hard to miss.” She grinned back at me. “So what was he doing here?” She lifted the orange juice carton up to her mouth, arching an eyebrow as she waited for my answer.
“If you drink directly out of that carton again, I’m going to smack you,” I said, getting a juice glass out of the cupboard and handing it to her.
She poured her juice into the small glass and then lifted it up at me. “Cheers. Here’s to hot cars and hot sex.”
I sighed, giving up on playing coy. “He came here because he wants to talk to me about a job tonight over dinner. In Palm Beach. Working for him in PR, I think.”
“Awesome! Rosie, that’s so cool!” She grabbed me into a quick
hug around the neck.
“Cool? I’d call it more a disaster in the making.”
“Why? He’s hot, rich, and looking to employ you. And you are hot, not rich, and in desperate need of a job. The math totally works.”
“Yeah, except he has a lunatic ex-girlfriend, and he’s a friggin politician. I’m a college student.”
“Not for long. Pretty soon you’re going to be an unemployed graduate looking for a job in one of the worst economies the world has ever seen. Soooo, yeah. I think you know where I’m going with this.”
“You think I should talk to him.”
“Yeah. And take the damn job! Shit, Rose, you won’t take money from me or my parents, and you have almost no money left in your bank account. What other choice do you have? You’re not going to drop out of school right before you’re ready to finish. I won’t let you.”
“I always have a choice,” I mumbled, looking down into my glass.
Jessica moved over and hugged me again, this time more gently. “Listen, roomie. He’s not a bad guy. My parents say he’s the real deal. You know, honest guy trying to do the right thing in politics.” She pulled away and looked me in the eye. “If he were a bad guy I would be telling you to run, but from what I know, he’s okay. I mean, as far as those kind of guys go. So just talk to him at least. Maybe he’ll make you an offer you can’t resist.”
“That’s what he said.”
Jessica frowned, distractedly. Then she sniffed loudly. “What’s that smell?” She leaned in towards me and inhaled again through her nose.
My face blanched and I moved quickly away from her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
