Beautifully Twisted by Jennifer Domenico Page B

shit. I’ll crawl at your feet if that’s what you need me to do. In fact, it would be my pleasure to do just that.”
    “I can’t talk about that right now.”
    Scott leans in. “Yes, you can,” he whispers.
    She can’t figure out why he wants to push this so much. It can’t possibly end well. She shakes her head, listening to Brett’s breathing on the other end.
    “He’s with you, isn’t he?”
    “Who?”
    “Scott. He’s there?”
    “I have a lot of work to do, Brett. I am undecided on your offer but I assure you I will follow up.” She stares into Scotty’s eyes as she talks, watching his expression change from stiff to downright hostile. The longer he looks at her like that, the angrier it makes her. Scott has no right to be so territorial.
    “Alexa, just listen for a moment.” Brett takes a deep breath. “Scott had his chance and he blew it. You could keep playing games with him or you could give someone new a chance. Me. I will do whatever it takes to please you. Just let me try.”
    “What do you want from me, Brett?” she asks, keeping her eyes locked on Scott’s.
    “Everything. I want all of you. I’ll start with dinner.”
    She decides to turn up the volume on this game. “Alright then, Brett,” she says in her sweetest tone. “You wore me down. I’ll have dinner with you again.”
    “When?” His voice is excited.
    “When would you like?”
    “Tonight.”
    “Okay, tonight then. See you.”
    “Goodbye, Alexa.”
    She carefully places the phone back in its cradle, avoiding a direct look at Scott, who hasn’t said a word. She ignores him, pulling a folder out of her drawer, and starting her workday, as though he isn’t inches away from her.
    He stands and paces in front of her, his head bowed low. She does her best to remain unaffected by him, although she has no chance of being successful at it. He walks to one side of the office and looks outside.
    She senses his presence behind her but continues to work. She feels his hands slide up the back of her neck, his strong fingers wrap softly around the nape, inching up, tangling with her hair. His touch with her is instantly disarming.
    His grip tightens as he uses her hair to pull her head back so he can see her face. “Why are you doing this to me, Alexa? Why are you pushing me so hard? What do you want?”
    She is far more taken aback by his soft tone and pleading questions, than the aggressive move in which he got her attention.
    She pulls her hair away from him. “I’m not doing anything to you . I’m living my life, like I have been for the past year. I told you before, I am free. I can do whatever I like. Besides, you told me to call him.”
    “But why Brett? You can’t be attracted to him. He’s not your type.”
    “What do you know about my type?”
    “Baby girl, your type is standing right beside you, willing to do whatever you need me to do to get back in your good graces.”
    “You know what you need to do? Leave and stop trying to control every moment of my life. You need to go find something else to do and give me some space. I need to work and I need to focus, two things I cannot do while you’re sitting here questioning me.”
    Scott ignores her and slides down in front of her, spreading her legs apart and moving between them. His hands glide up the sides of her legs, stopping at the top of her thigh high stockings. He runs his hands over the lacy tops.
    “You are so fucking sexy, baby girl.” He leans in closer, gripping the flesh at the top of her thighs.
    She holds her breath. She would give anything in the world to be able to shove him away but she can’t. “Scotty, don’t.”
    “I’ll make you forget Brett. You give me no choice.”
    Grabbing the back of her neck suddenly, he pulls her mouth down to his. He kisses her hard, the way she loves to be kissed, and only he knows it. He sucks her bottom lip, causing her to moan quietly. Moving his hands up higher, he tugs at her panties .
    Push him away,