A Twist of Fate by T. Gephart Page B

You
won’t take anything!” James teased.
    “You’re kidding
right? I am doing a job that I love for a band that I idolise and
you’re paying me, what more could I ask for?” I smiled.
    I continued to
make small talk with Andrea and Paul talking about what my job
entailed. I could feel Alex behind me, closing in till my back was
almost flat against his chest. He bent to whisper in my ear. His
was breath was hot and laboured.
    “I’m not sure
if you are up holding your side of our agreement but either way, I
can assure you that I am.” Each word was slow and deliberate. “You
have no idea what you are doing to me right now. Mmmmmmmmm and the
things I’d like to do to you.”
    It took every
ounce of restraint I had not to gasp. Andrea chastised Alex,
“Alexander... must you lurk behind this sweet girl? Your mother
would be appalled. I know you were brought up with better manners
than that.”
    Alex grinned
sheepishly. “I’m not lurking Mrs B, I’m simply waiting my turn to
say hello.” His charismatic tone was not lost on her.
    “Oh, of course,
darling... here I am babbling on. Of course...” she trailed off and
started fussing over Paul’s tie.
    Alex looked
amazing. He was wearing slate grey tailored pants that hung low on
his hips. The fabric clung to every curve of his thighs and ass and
the dark blue silk shirt he wore was unbuttoned down his chest. His
silver dog tags were visible underneath the shirt.
    “Hello Alex,” I
breathed.
    “Hello Lexi,”
he smouldered. “It seems I have a situation that needs
remedying”
    James looked
over at us cautiously. “You guys ok?”
    “Yes, fine.”
Alex answered without taking his eyes off of me. “I need Ms. Reed’s
professional advice. You guys enjoy appetizers, we’ll be a few
minutes.”
    “I’m sure this
can wait until after dinner, Alex,” I argued.
    “No. It
can’t... it will just take a couple of minutes of your time...
Please,” he asserted.
    “Ok, 10
minutes... I don’t want to be rude. James, start without us.” I
waved as Alex led me out of the dining room into the hall.
    He opened
another door and pushed me in. It was pitch black but I smelt the
distinct aroma of bleach and ammonia. His hands seized my ass,
pushing me hard against his straining erection. I gasped; yes it
seemed he had upheld his end of our deal. His tongue trailed down
my neck.
    “Do you have
any idea what you are doing to me? Hmmmm. Do you have any idea how
much I want you right now?” My resolve was wavering in the face of
his obvious need.
    “Alex, all
jokes aside, I don’t think this is a good idea. You are my client.
It’s just not smart... business wise,” I affirmed. Yep, responsible
Lexi did exist! Yay me!
    “Lexi, you
really want to say no to me? After you know how good we are
together? If you are worried about work, no one has to know. It can
be our little secret. I just can’t accept not having you. That just
won’t work for me. You are driving me crazy and I need to be in
you,” he hissed. “Now tell me that you want me to leave you and I
will.”
    My response was
instinctive. “I don’t want that...” My voice was barely
audible.
    “You don’t want
what?” Alex’s hands slid up my bare leg.
    “I don’t want
you to stop,” I said, all my responsibility and reason had
dissipated. He slid his hand further up my thigh and underneath the
hem of my dress.
    “Oh my God,
Lexi. No panties... mmmmm and so wet... Oh this is more than I can
fucking stand.” His voice strained. I unzipped his pants and pushed
down his trunks. I felt his erection spring free and I gripped it
tightly. Alex inhaled sharply as my hand ran from the base to the
tip, my thumb kneading the head, a small drop of sticky residue
spilling onto my thumb.
    “Baby, slow
down,” his voice laboured.
    “I thought this
is what you wanted,” I giggled. My eyes finally adjusted to the
dark and I could see his jaw was tense and his eyes slammed
shut.
    “Mmmmm,” he
smiled as he