by Vienna Vixen
“I know that this isn’t what you signed up for, and as far as pasts go, this is a huge one, and I don’t know what this is between us, but I do know that I don’t want it to be based on dishonesty or lies,” Evan, asserted as he crouched down before me, so that I was at eye level with him.
“I don’t blame you for whatever you decide to do. It feels good to just be able to let it all out,” He said as he forced a smile for my sake. He was trying to be a good sport about it.
Honestly?
I found that I didn’t have any issues with what he said.
I mean having a daughter was a big responsibility, but he came clean about it, and I couldn’t fault him for having a past. Everybody has one.
“I’m not sure if I’m always going to know what to do. Having a kid is a big thing,” I began.
“It’s okay…”
“But I’m willing to try,” I finished as I gave him a small smile.
“Really?” His face light up.
“Of course. I have a past too, Evan. Maybe not as complex as yours, but it exists nonetheless, and if you can accept mine then I accept yours too.”
“Do you truly mean it, Lexi?” Evan asked, his voice quietly hopeful.
I gave him a small smile, “I mean you have a lot of convincing to do.”
“Is that so? What kind of convincing do I have to do?” Evan grinned wickedly.
“Any and all kinds of convincing are acceptable,” I teased.
Evan raised an eyebrow. “That sounds like an interesting proposition. I have to think about it.”
I stood up and bumped my shoulder against his. “Don’t think too long because my offer doesn’t last for long.”
“That will never do Ms. Manning. What can I do to change your mind?” Evan asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
I gazed at him through lowered lids as I reached behind my back and undid my bra. Evan’s eyes widened momentarily before he gave me a slowly sexy smirk.
“It seems like I’m on the right track.”
“This?” I nodded towards my bra. “Oh, no, I’m just getting comfortable.”
“You definitely should be because we’re just getting started,” Evan informed me as his hands snaked underneath my shirt and grazed my bare skin. Goosebumps broke out across my flesh, and my stomach dipped.
“Is that a suggestion or a question?” I murmured as my hands tangled themselves in his hair, feeling the smooth fabric against my skin.
“That’s a fact,” He insisted as he yanked me forward even closer, so we were chest to chest. “I think the ladies are trying to tell me something.”
I glanced down at my breasts which had prominently jutted forward.
The traitors.
“They clearly haven’t received the memo.”
The hand that was caressing my stomach moved, so that it rested over my breasts. He squeezed tightly before he began to flick the nub. “Oh, they seem to have the message for me.”
“What message would that be?”
“That you want me,” He said as he gave me a quick wink.
“What makes you so certain that I do?” I asked as my hands began to run themselves over the smooth plans of his back.
“Call it intuition,” He responded as he lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. “Besides, I think it’s pretty obvious that I do too.”
He walked backwards till we reached the bed, and he gently laid me down and covered my body with his as his lips descended upon mine. I groaned as I arched my back and began to wriggle my hips in response.
Evan wasted no time in peeling off my clothes, and I helped him out of his own, so that we were pressed flesh to flesh. We moved together, the sounds of our cries echoing throughout the room. We matched each other’s thrusts until we both moaned in pleasure.
Evan rolled off of me and gathered me into his arms. “I have no idea why it took me so long to find you.”
I threw my leg over his and began to run my fingers over his chest. “Probably because you weren’t looking.”
He cocked his head to look at me. “I think you’re right. I don’t know what I did to deserve you Lexi Manning, but I sure am glad you’re here.”
“What took you so long?” I joked as I tilted my lips to his for a sweet kiss.
THE END
The Alpha’s Virgin
(Bad Boy Alphas, Book 2)
Vienna Vixen
The Alpha’s Virgin
Copyright © Vienna Vixen 2019
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Blurb
The Alpha’s Virgin is a full-length standalone, super steamy, erotic romance. No cliffhangers and a HEA guaranteed!
One bad boy alpha male plus one sexy and curvy young woman equals an instant attraction they can’t deny.
Bianca, is about to get MORE than she bargained for when she encounters an Alpha bad boy, Hunter Jennings whose intent is to claim some quality time with her.
From the moment Hunter lays eyes on sexy, little Bianca, he knows he must have her. But little does he know, claiming her will also mean claiming something precious of hers as well... her V-Card!
Claiming her cherry is going to be sweet as sin…
*WARNING: The Alpha’s Virgin is intended for mature audiences, due to graphic language and explicit intimate scenes. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.
THE ALPHA’S VIRGIN
(Bad Boy Alphas, Book 2)
Chapter One
“Move that to the left a little bit. Not my left, Jared, yours. Stop, stop!” I yelled as I flailed my arms about to get their attention, but instead all I got were weird looks from the neighbors who seemed to think this was some kind of free movie.
A second later, the statue toppled over, and loud cursing could be heard.
I sighed and shook my head as I ran my hands through my shoulder length bob. I did try to warn them, that this would happen, but they wouldn’t listen- whether it was because they thought they knew better or because I was a woman, I had no idea.
Sexism was still very much alive, and most men still had an issue with taking orders from women. Especially when it came to heavy lifting.
Today was no exception.
The only difference was that unless I could fix this within the next hour, I was going to have one very ticked off client who might just give us a bad review.
Even if everything else went swimmingly. A lot of clients tended to nitpick, and it was almost like they were just waiting for one thing to go wrong so they could tear it all to shreds.
Mrs. Tremblay was no different.
Throwing a swanky birthday party for her eight-year-old daughter, Aspen, might’ve seemed like her idea of fun, but her poor kid just sat in the corner staring at everything with wide confused orbs and the unhappiest smile I’d ever seen.
Clearly, this was not Aspen’s idea of fun.
What kind of an eight-year-old wanted a birthday with caviar and assigned seating? I was sure she’d much rather have a bouncy castle, a magic show, and maybe even a face painter or two.
> Kids went crazy over that sort of thing.
When Mrs. Tremblay first contacted me, I suggested these things off the top of my head, but when I met her in person, I could see how wrong I was to even think it. Mrs. Tremblay was the type who wore pearls in the morning and never crossed her legs in public.
The very definition of prim and proper in her expensive shoes and heavy perfume, she was what my mother would call a blue blood down to her pinkie toe. She practically exuded it, and she expected her daughter to be the exact same.
It was obvious she was grooming her, but if my guess was right, she would have a little rebel on her hands. She probably already did because I saw the way Aspen’s eyes lit up when I mentioned my ideas, and how they sparkled in delight.
Then I had the unhappy task of watching as her mother shot down my ideas one by one, and the light went out of Aspen’s eyes. I hated having to be the bearer of bad news, but I was just doing my job.
I was definitely not in the position nor was it my place to intervene at a family affair like this. Eventually, her mother would learn to handle her, and in the meantime, she was still a paying client.
If I had to throw a fancy part for an eight-year-old, so be it.
I couldn’t claim that I’d done something like this before, not when the guest of honor was so young, but it was a challenge I welcomed, and I did my best to make Aspen smile nonetheless.
After a few minutes of deliberation, I finally walked over to the men who were in charge of the statue. Jared, their boss, sheepishly ran his hands through his hair and took off his cap.
“I’m so sorry, Ms. Davenport. That was not supposed to happen,” Jared said, apologetically as his dark eyes pinned every single one of his men with a dirty look that promised retribution at a later date.
I drummed my fingers against the side of my hip. “These things happen. The question is, how do we fix this? We have less than two hours before people start arriving, and I’m not an expert, but that doesn’t look like a swan.”
I tilted my head to the side to see if maybe the view was better, but no- a large section of its wing was jagged because of the break, and the wing looked disfigured. It really was a shame that something so beautiful was marred in this way.
Jared scratched the back of his head. “No, it doesn’t. Maybe we should just take it away and tell the Missus that we didn’t finish it on time.”
I immediately began to shake my head. “No, that won’t do. I already told her that it would be here in time, and I sent her pictures beforehand.”
Jared made a noise of exasperation at the back of his throat as he stared at the swan in dismay.
“I couldn’t agree more,” I conceded. “Nonetheless, the show must go on, and we must find a way to fix this.”
“We could it melt into something smaller,” Jared suggested, hopefully as he gestured for his crew to get their toolbox.
“Hmm. What if we shorten the wing? The one that’s broken I mean, so it can look like she has it tucked in or something,” I offered as I circled around the swan to see if it would work.
Jared stayed quiet for a minute as he rubbed his hands against his jeans which were hanging dangerously low over his hips. Along with his flannel shirt and white wife beater on underneath, he looked every bit the stereotype of the handyman.
I personally deterred stereotypes, but they persisted against all odds. I couldn’t do anything about it of course, and Rome wasn’t built in a day.
Still, it felt like we made little to no progress in terms of acceptance.
“Yes, that could work,” Jared said, finally as I gave a start of surprise. I thought he didn’t like the idea, but now I realized, he was just analyzing it. He nodded and barked out orders to the rest of his crew. “I will do my best, Ms. Davenport.”
“Please, Jared.” I clasped my hands together. “You and I both know that Mrs. Tremblay doesn’t seem like the type to forgive easily.”
Jared grimaced as he visibly blanched. “No, she doesn’t.”
I left him to ponder while I went around to check on how everything else was going. At twenty-four, a lot of people my age were doctors or lawyers. Some of them were teachers or artists, but I was the only one who decided to become an event planner.
My parents were stunned when I announced my intentions. I took a couple of random courses in college during which my parents did everything they could to understand my fascination, and on several occasions redirect it in what they thought was a more stable career, but eventually they got on board.
Thus, the inception of Bianca Planning began.
And here we were. Three years later. I interned every summer during college and learned everything I could, so that by the time I graduated, I knew as much as I could about the business, and the only thing left to do was dive right in.
It was a high-risk venture, or so everyone kept telling me. Investing in my own business right off the bat with such little experience very rarely succeeded, but I was determined to prove them wrong. I had already figured out my game plan, and my summers working at different companies gave me the rapport I needed with a massive clientele list.
The hard part was getting the bank to agree to take out a loan. Once that happened, I was ready for business. The first few months were as I expected- a struggle. Then everything just clicked. A steady stream of clients ensured that I had a foothold in that world, and soon I built a reputation for myself.
I was proud of myself for what I’d accomplished. It was rare when a woman got to own and run her own company at twenty-four, and I was happy that the fruits of my labor were seeing the light of day. I was at a point in my career where I was able to not only call the shots, but I could afford to pick and choose which clients I wanted.
My business had grown from a modest little boutique to a large store, and I brought in more people as soon as the business grew. I regularly screened college applicants because they were tech savvy, and they understood what sold better than a lot of people.
As a result, I was able to stay ahead of the game.
“You look stressed,” my best friend Ariana commented as she gave me a sympathetic look. She paused to give the person passing by instructions. Ariana had come in a year after Bianca Planning opened, and with her natural charisma, she was able to quickly become an asset to my company.
Usually, I thought it was a bad idea when best friends worked together because then the competitive streak tended to be high, and a lot of the times, they would have to backstab each other just to get ahead, and I didn’t want that.
However, with Ariana it was different.
Ariana wasn’t here to try anything fishy, she simply enjoyed her job, and as a result, we became fast friends. I couldn’t imagine my life without the tall feisty blonde with a smart mouth and fierce loyalty.
“Jared and his crew broke one of the wings,” I informed as I felt the beginning of a headache form. I began to rub my temples in slow soothing gestures to ward it off because we still had a long night ahead of us.
“Damn,” Ariana muttered under her breath. “So, what’s the plan?”
“Well, I came up with something, and I hope to God it works,” I confessed as I shoved my hands in my pocket.
“Cheer up. If it doesn’t work. I’m sure Mrs. Tremblay could display you instead,” Ariana teased as she bumped her shoulder against mine.
“I don’t think stuffed event planner has the same appeal as a sculpture of an ice swan.”
“Who said anything about stuffed? I meant bound and gagged,” Ariana whispered, mischievously.
I barked out a surprisingly loud ‘Ha’ causing several passersby to pause in confusion before I waved them on sheepishly.
“Ariana, I know she’s high strung, and a bit high maintenance—” I began.
Ariana snorted. “A bit high maintenance? Understatement of the century. She could give Kim Kardashian a run for her money.”
I smiled in spite of myself. “Well, I mean, I wouldn’t go that fa
r.”
Ariana waggled her eyebrows. “You totally would. You kind of agree with me. Come on.”
“I wouldn’t say that about a client,” I insisted.
“Sure, but she isn’t around right now,” Ariana pointed out. “It would feel so good. Just try it out.”
I rolled my eyes at Ariana. “Some of us have to be the adult around here.”
“Adults? Nah, we don’t have to do that.” Ariana waved my comment away. “No responsible nor professional adults here. Just a bunch of twenty-something year olds who are very good at faking it.”
This time, I began to laugh in earnest. “Truer words have never been spoken. Oh, Ariana, you are so bad.”
“And you love me for it,” Ariana countered. “By the way, you are rocking that new bob. It’s giving me major Rachel Leigh Cook vibes.”
“You mean She’s all that vibes?”
Ariana snapped her fingers. “Exactly, now if only we had a Freddie Prinze Jr. to ogle you right now.”
“Not this again. Come on, Ariana, we’ve talked about this.”
“Yes, but you’re sure you aren’t a lesbian right?” Ariana lowered her voice. “Like I said, it’s totally okay that you are even if we do live together, I wouldn’t be weirded out or anything.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Okay, we’ve discussed this before. I’m not into women. Also, number 1) I know you wouldn’t be weirded out 2) Why do you keep circling back to that?”
“Because it’s been forever since you’ve dated,” Ariana said. “The more time goes by, the more female friends you acquire.”
“That proves nothing, Ariana. Really, conspiracy theories are beneath you,” I teased as I briefly squeezed her shoulder. “I know this is coming from a place of concern, but you really do need to relax. I’m fine.”
Ariana exhaled. “Fine isn’t necessarily happy.”
“I am though, really, and if I’m supposed to meet a guy, I will. There’s no rushing these things. I’m going to do a walk through and make sure everything is set.”
