She walks the six blocks to her hotel and enters, walking straight to the lobby. “Reservation for Alexa Drake,” she says stoically.
“Yes, ma’am. The shuttle delivered your bags and we brought them to your room. Room 516,” the young man at the front desk explains.
“Thanks. Do you have a spa here? I need a massage.”
“Yes, of course. When would you like an appointment?”
“As soon as possible.”
“How about…” he stares at his screen, “two hours from now?”
“Perfect. I want a bottle of your best whiskey delivered to my room too, please.”
“Certainly, ma’am,” he says professionally, even though he must think she’s a complete lush.
Alexa steps out from the shower, feeling a little better after cleansing the day’s events off of her. She looks around at the room, wishing she was home. Wrapping her hair in a bun, she prepares herself for the massage she so desperately needs.
She checks her cell phone before she goes down for her spa appointment, a little piece of her hoping to see a message from SP, but there was nothing. He really didn’t give a shit. All over a business trip to Spain. She knew damn well though that this has nothing to do with Spain, and everything to do with her naked dates with Brett. In a way, she knew Scott had a right to be pissed. He just handled his anger so inappropriately. She’s honestly surprised he didn’t drag her kicking and screaming back to The Garden and chain her to the wall.
Alexa enters the spa and inhales the calming lavender scent permeating the room. She needs something to sooth her rattled nerves. She walks to the front desk to check in and then sits in a plush chair waiting for her masseuse.
Perusing a woman’s magazine, she waits to hear her name called. When she does, she looks up to see the perky, blond masseuse waiting for her. Alexa cringes for a moment, reminded of the horrible scene she witnessed at Scott’s and the beautiful blond sitting between his legs. In my spot.
Alexa smiles and rises, following the girl to the massage room. “How are you tonight, Miss Drake?” the masseuse asks.
“Stressed out,” Alexa replies dryly.
“Well then, you’ve come to the right place. By the time you leave here, your muscles will feel like buttah,” she says, with her charming New York accent. “Where you from? You sound British.”
“San Diego, but I live in London. I guess it’s rubbing off on me a bit.”
“Nice! British accents are totally sexy.”
“Thanks,” Alexa says, feeling anything but.
“Just undress and then climb under the blankets. I’ll be back in a few minutes and you can tell me the parts that need attention,” she smiles. “Oh by the way, my name is Trista.”
“Thank you, Trista,” Alexa smiles and begins to peel off her clothes. The part of her that needs the most attention was waiting for SP to take care of it. Now, Alexa imagines, she’s in for another long dry spell.
She climbs on the massage table, lying face down, waiting for Trista to return. She hears the door open and then soft music fills the room. Trista’s sweet, girlish voice whispers, “Where do you need me to focus, Miss Drake?”
“My neck, shoulders, back–you know what, just go full body. I’m a wreck. I had a tough day, a bad break up, and I just need the tension rubbed out. And please, call me Alexa.”
“Okay, Alexa. I’ll just start at your feet and work my way around,” she says.
“Perfect.” Alexa closes her eyes, soaking in the pleasurable feel of Trista’s manipulation of her aching muscles.
“You are tense,” Trista notices, as she kneads Alexa’s calf muscles.
“Understatement,” Alexa murmurs. “I just got here today, I’m jet lagged and pissed off. I’ll need more than a massage to fix what’s wrong with me, but it’s a start.”
“I’ll do my best,” Trista offers.
Alexa drifts off to sleep for what seems like an eternity before she hears Trista gently request that she flip onto her back. Alexa always felt that massages were a double edged sword. Sure they got the kinks out, but the feeling of someone’s hands, male or female, all over her, always turned her on and she found that she had a different kind of tension when the massage was over. She felt Trista’s hands rubbing her shoulders and down onto her collar bone, the slick oil making her hands glide effortlessly over Alexa’s skin.
Without thinking, Alexa let a small moan slip from her lips. “Does that feel good, Alexa?” Trista asks.
Alexa nods. “So good. I need this.”
Trista’s hands slide just below the sheet covering Alexa’s breasts, causing Alexa’s breath to catch softly. She found herself instinctively arching her back into Trista’s able hands, and the masseuse responding by digging deeper into Alexa’s flesh. Alexa felt her arm pressed between Trista’s breasts as she massages the tender muscles along Alexa’s forearm.
For a moment, Alexa thinks that the girl is being very intimate with her. Alexa opens her eyes and stares at the girl, who simply smiles in return. She closes her eyes again, realizing that she is being ridiculous. Her masseuse is not seducing her. Trista puts her arm back down and pushes the sheet to the side, exposing Alexa’s tummy, and digs her fingers into the soft flesh there. Trista’s fingers glide gently down Alexa’s body until she reaches her hip bone. Her fingers linger there, sliding down under the sheet, stroking Alexa’s thigh. This is not like any massage Alexa’s ever had and now she’s sure Trista is suggesting something entirely different.
She opens her eyes and grabs Trista’s wrist, without saying a word. Trista’s eyes soften and her pretty pink lips spread into a smile. “You should just close your eyes and relax. I’m doing my job and I promise you’ll feel really good when I’m done.”
“I don’t know…” Alexa says, completely turned on but just as unsure.
“Shhh…” Trista says, and gently shakes her wrist from Alexa’s grip.
Alexa closes her eyes, nervous but interested. She hasn’t had any experiences with females, except the one back at that house party she attended the summer after high school. She drank so much she passed out in one of the bedrooms and woke up with some chick between her legs, eating her out. She never came so hard and so fast in her life and was close to returning the favor when the girl’s boyfriend found her and carried her off.
Alexa feels the sheet slide up, uncovering her naked body. Her breathing quickens and a hundred feelings course through her in that moment, calm not being one of them. Trista’s hands gently part her thighs and brush softly over the top of her bare mound, causing Alexa to suck her breath in.
“Relax, just breathe,” Trista whispers. She continues to drag her fingers over Alexa’s aroused skin, softly, like feathers, only warmer.
Suddenly, Alexa feels Trista’s fingertips tickling the folds between her legs, coaxing them open, gentle but firm. “How far are you gonna go?” Alexa asks, breathless.
“As far as you want. You need this and I can give it to you. I want to. You’re very beautiful, I’m sure you know that,” Trista says, her voice soft and luxurious. “Just tell me when to stop and I will, okay?”
Alexa nods her head, already lost in the pleasure seeping through her. She isn’t going to stop Trista at all. She’s going to lay back and enjoy every second of this, and hopefully, get an orgasm out of the deal. She takes a deep breath and relaxes her body into the soft sheets beneath her, spreading her legs just a little further.
Trista slides a finger inside Alexa and slowly twists it in and out, her thumb expertly rubbing her clit. Alexa releases a quite moan and grinds a bit to help the process. Trista’s other hand slides up to Alexa’s breast and rolls her hardened nipple between her finger and thumb. Surprising herself, Alexa reaches out and runs her hands over Trista’s t-shirt, barely touching her breasts.
“Do you want to touch me too, Alexa?” Trista asks.
Alexa nods and the pretty blond takes Alexa’s hand and slides it up under her shirt, laying it against her amp
le cleavage.
Alexa opens her eyes and smiles. “Unhook your bra,” she says, quietly.
Trista grins and does so, hiking her shirt up over her obvious but well done breast implants. Alexa’s eyes roam over her tanned and tattooed skin, noticing the vine that snakes up her torso, stopping at her pierced nipples. Alexa reaches out and touches the tiny silver bar decorating Trista’s pink little nipple.
“Pretty,” Alexa whispers.
“So are you,” Trista says back, and plunges a second finger inside of Alexa. “Do you want to kiss me?”
Oh shit. I do. Holy fuck, I do. “Do you want to kiss me?” Alexa asks instead.
“Very much so.”
“Okay.”
Trista bends down and licks Alexa’s lips briefly before she dips her tongue inside her mouth, kissing her so deeply that she feels it in every crevice of her body. Alexa’s surprised she could feel this much pleasure from anyone that isn’t Scott. She returns the kiss, swirling her tongue around Trista’s, her hands caressing and kneading the girl’s breasts.
Trista lifts her head and smiles. “Can I finish you off? I want to very much.”
“How?” Alexa asks, dying to hear the answer.
Trista doesn’t answer but moves further down the table, lowering her mouth between Alexa’s legs. Alexa lifts her head and watches with awe and fascination as Trista closes her mouth over her aching clit, sucking with such skill, all Alexa can do is grip the table she lays on. Trista continues to pump her fingers inside Alexa and twirl her tongue through her folds until Alexa bites her lip to keep from screaming out.
Oh my God, this is good, this is so fucking good. So…fuuuccck. Alexa’s body responds to this pleasure by exploding into an orgasm that shakes her to her core. Trista continues sucking causing Alexa to writhe on the table, pushing the girl’s head away, trying to make the intensity stop.
Trista lifts her head and smiles, running her hands over Alexa’s body once more before pulling the sheets back up to cover her. “I hope you enjoyed your massage this evening, Miss Drake. If you’re ever back in New York, I do hope you’ll come see me again,” she says, winking. She fastens her bra and pulls her shirt down again, tucking it into her shorts. “This is our little secret.”
Alexa nods. “Yes, secret. Thank you, it was incredible.”
“My pleasure, and just to be clear I did that because I wanted to. There are no additional charges. That was just me wanting to help a beautiful woman.”
“It didn’t cross my mind otherwise, I’m quite sure this isn’t one of those spas,” and for the first time all day, Alexa laughs.
Trista giggles. “No it isn’t. I would be kicked out on my ass if anyone knew.”
“Well don’t worry about that. I’ll be on a plane to London in the morning. You’ll never see me again.”
“That’s a shame, Alexa,” Trista says before excusing herself from the room.
Holy shit. That was way better than drunk high school chick at a party. Alexa slowly dresses; her legs wobbly from the O that just rocked her world. There was only one way it would’ve been better. Fucking Scotty.
She walks out, pays for her massage and leaves Trista an obscene tip before heading back up to her room. Once back, she orders room service, eats quietly, and watches some dumb movie, checking her phone a thousand times for a word from Scott. Nothing.
Scott could not believe that Alexa showed up in New York. It was the last move he expected her to make after how he treated her in London. Based on their first break up he thought she would never speak to him again. Now, after what she witnessed today, he was sure she never would.
How could I be so fucking stupid, and what am I gonna do now? Knowing she was there to see him, he taunted her, ridiculed her, and watched the only person who mattered to him walk out of his door. Her last words to him rang in his ears–she was there to give him her love, to lay at his feet and what did he do? He acted like a bastard.
He runs his hands over his face trying to collect his thoughts. After Alexa left, he made the two women leave. Two women he had seen before and knew would not challenge him or question him. Two women that combined could not get him as excited as one word from Alexa’s gorgeous mouth. He remembered how her green eyes seemed to glow through her tears and his chest hurt that he caused that pain in her. As much as he loved her, ached for her, desired her, he knew in his heart that he wasn’t good enough for her. Better to let her go and give her a chance to find someone worthy of loving Alexa Drake. The best thing he could for her was to stay the hell away.
“Good morning, my name is Alexa Drake. I had a plane ticket for Friday and I want to change it to leave as soon as possible, today in fact,” Alexa explains to the woman behind the ticket counter for the airline. After a near sleepless night, Alexa arrives at the airport at the crack of dawn, desperate to get the hell out of New York. She didn’t even wait to call Martina.
“I’ll see what I can find, Ms. Drake,” the woman responds, and begins clicking things in the computer. “We have two open seats in first class on a plane that leaves in about one hour. I can get you on that flight.”
“That would be perfect,” Alexa says and hands the clerk her credit card. She glances at her phone hoping that it would ring and be Scott but knowing it won’t. If he hadn’t tried to get her back by now, he wasn’t going to.
“Here you go, Ms. Drake. It’s gate 12A. Boarding will begin in about thirty minutes.”
“Thank you.” After passing security, Alexa walks down the long terminal to get to her gate. What a fool she’d been to come here and expect happily ever after with Scott Patrick. She texted Martina to tell her she was on her way back and she would explain everything later. Even though she was still hours away from home, the sooner her feet were no longer on the ground in New York, the sooner she’d be happier.
When boarding began, she quickly found her seat and settled in for the long flight home. She looked out the window as they circled over the skyline of the city and as the sight of land became more and more distant, Alexa lifted her middle finger to the ground below with one final thought–Fuck Scott Patrick.
“I want to lock her in a fucking cage so I can protect her and
keep her all to myself. It’s fucking crazy, I know.”
~ Scotty
Alexa woke earlier than usual and stared out her bedroom window, a cloudy sky casting the city in a sheet of gray. Her mood matched the dreary coldness of London. It had been more than a week since she left New York, with no word from Scott. He left her world as quickly as he entered it, but this time he left her barren, unable to experience the world around her. She thought it was bad the first time, but the emptiness she felt now was nothing compared to what she felt before. If she could have, she would stay in her bed avoiding interaction with other people.
Martina had tried to get her to go out numerous times, but she continually declined. She was hardly good company before, now she was downright depressing to be around. She ran her shower and attempted to summon the strength to prepare herself for work.
Her world seemed to be swirling around her in slow motion, as if she wasn’t really part of it. She interacted as much as she needed to and not a bit more. She was beyond thankful for Martina and the other people in her office who kept things running smoothly. Brett called at least once every day but she refused to take his calls. She finally realized that her poor judgment in handling him is what caused her current heartbreak.
Oswald pulls up just as she steps out of her building, quickly running to her side to open the door. He had never seen Alexa so despondent and even though he didn’t know her very well, he was actually worried about her. He had no idea what had happened in the days he took off, but whatever it was, it was huge.
“Morning, Miss Drake,” he says, carefully.
“Good morning, Oswald. Take the scenic view to the office today. I’m not ready to deal with my day just yet,” she says as she begins to chew her fingernail. She hasn’t even had the a
bility to light up, the habit reminding her of Scott too much.
“Yeah, sure,” he says, glancing at her through his rear view mirror. Alexa Drake was intentionally going to be late for work? He expected hell to freeze over at any moment. He turned the car around and went the opposite direction from her office. He drove around a big city park and continued to glance at Alexa, as she stared out the car window. Occasionally, he thought he saw her wipe a tear from beneath her large, black sunglasses. He knew it had to be related to Scott Patrick and suddenly he felt a big brother protectiveness over Alexa, wondering just what Scott had done to her to make her behave like this.
“Are you ready, Miss Drake?” he asks cautiously.
She nods. “I guess.”
Oswald drives to her office and pulls up in front, exiting the car to open her door for her. She steps out and says nothing as she walks inside. As she rides the elevator to her floor, she leans back against the wall, trying to compose herself before the doors open. Her office staff no longer avoided her presence and in fact, seemed to stare at her with rapt attention. She couldn’t blame them. The last few weeks have been pure entertaining to watch, as long as you weren’t Alexa Drake.
The elevator doors open and she takes a deep breath before she steps into the hallway. She pulls her hands out of her coat pockets and stands up straight, the sound of her heels clicking against the marble floors as she walks. She turns the corner and picks up speed, getting to her office lightning quick. The less time she spent out in the open, the better she felt. She pulls her coat off and immediately notices Martina’s uncomfortable demeanor.
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