As far as I know, you’re the first woman he’s been serious about since then. I’m sorry if I came off a little strong, but like I said, he’s been through a lot and he deserves to be happy again.”
“I get it.” I’m still a little stunned when Alex comes back and we wrap up. Alex tells me he’ll walk Marley to the El. I wave goodbye.
It isn’t long before Alex is opening my door without knocking, and I jump as the door closes. Fuck, I need time to take in what Marley said. It’s all I’ve been thinking about, and why do I feel guilty?
“What did she say to you? Don’t, do not, shake your head at me. Talk to me, Grace. This is between you and me, not Marley. Whatever she had to say has nothing to do with us.”
Shit, I am not crying, fuck, I’m crying. He’s there, pulling me up into his arms, his grip so tight I can barely breathe. I don’t care, because I need him this close. Doubts, so many doubts about this, about us, are running through my head. “She told me about your ex-wife and warned me not to hurt you. This is all so scary to me, I don’t want to hurt you. I was more worried about you playing with me. But what if I do hurt you? I know I hurt Larry, I didn’t mean to. But I did, marrying him when I didn’t really love him was cruel and it hurt him. It’s why he hurt me back. I’m sorry, this is going too fast, too overwhelming.”
“He hurt you? How did he hurt you?”
“Nothing bad, he pushed me around and tried to... I don’t know... is it rape if you’re married? He said it wasn’t, but it didn’t matter. I managed to get away and that’s when I left him.”
“For fucks sake, it was rape, Grace. It makes so much more sense now.”
“What?”
“You, Grace, you make more sense.” He pulls away, setting me back down in my chair and squats down in front of me to eye level. “My ex-wife, she’s in the past. She didn’t hurt me as bad as Marley likes to make it out. I’m not going to lie and say it wasn’t difficult, but it only made it clearer for me to know what I want and need in my life. What matters now is you and me, that’s it. Do you want to be with me? Do you want me to hold you in my arms like I did last night? Do you want me in your bed every night? Tell me what you want.”
“You.” It’s the only word my tight throat will let out.
“Then you have me and that’s it. It’s all either one of us needs to know. Don’t worry about Marley or the past. Okay?”
“Okay.” I whisper, still not sure at all about anything, yet knowing it’s too big to resolve now.
“Remember, I’ll pick you up at six.” He says as he leaves, and I nod.
Chapter Five
No wor
k gets done the rest of the day. I can’t stop thinking about Alex and what he went through. Was I good enough for him? On paper, the answer is laughable, of course not. He’s a blue blood and I’m working class, he’s Harvard, I’m night school part time. I have no idea why Alex would want someone like me, he’d said my body. Even if I am big, the word ‘fat’ not daring to even appear in my mind, I can actually understand it. In a way, it’s the only thing that makes sense to me, sex makes a lot more sense now I know how good it can be.
At five, I shut down and head home to get ready.
There isn’t much to choose from, really. The only dresses I wear are for work parties. I find the one dress I think is sexy enough for Alex, I’m relieved it’s clean. It’s a lace dress with a black liner in a bustier fashion giving me a real waist, the bustier is molded. Which is good because a bra won’t work underneath it, the hem goes down to the middle of my thighs and clings. Cathy had talked me into it one year, and I’d only worn it once. Poking around in my underwear drawer, I pull out a black thong with sheer covering and lace edging. I wonder if I should shave for him down there. I check the clock to see I don’t have time. I dress and barely have enough time to run the flat iron through my hair again. A fine mist of perfume, and I’m ready.
The doorbell rings, I run for it. He’s right on time, I can’t decide if I need a jacket or not. I open the door and he’s gorgeous in a dark blue silk suit with a downy white shirt and silk tie in dark blue and light blue stripes. His eyes are a fierce bright blue as he stalks me against the closet door.
“You aren’t wearing that.” It’s a command, low and dark.
I don’t have time to change, seeking to calm him, a hand slides up his chest, “Alex, I don’t have time to change. It’s not bad.”
“Not bad?” He’s incredulous, his hands are on my hips pulling me to him. I sigh at the feel of his hard cock against me. “Your curves aren’t just on display, they are begging to be touched. Fuck, you aren’t wearing a bra are you?”
I yelp as his hands roam up, cupping my breasts and flicks the tight, painfully hard nipples. “Alex!”
“Go change, or I will tear it from your body.” Alex is daring me, it’s not an idle threat. My mind says to run yet my body is on fire. Alex sees the fight in me and he turns me around and gives me a light push.
With a sigh, I find a boring black dress. This one is also made of lace at the top with a fitted bodice and lace sleeves to my elbows. It has an empire waist and a black sheer skirt moves over a black liner. I step back into my shoes and go out to the living room where Alex is waiting. In a huff, I spin.
“Does this meet your requirements?”
“What would meet my requirements is you going down on your knees and getting rid of the insanely hard cock you gave me from that last dress. We don’t have time for that. So, get your ass in the car, now.”
Alex is in front of me, pushing me out the door. Taking my keys from me, he locks up. I’m smiling. I can’t help it. He’s looking gorgeous, like he belongs on the cover of a magazine. Yet he’s making me feel like if I left the house in the other dress, I would immediately be jumped because I’m so hot. Which is hilarious to me but not to Alex.
Even though Alex drives fast and adeptly through the busy streets we’re still a few minutes late to the hotel. We find them easily, as they seem to know Alex. Lindsey Carmichael and George Afton, were from a company that recently had a messy break up with their last marketing company. It had been so bad they are considering building up from within rather than go outside. This is where we come in, part of our job is to make them feel secure that we know what we’re doing, and to let us handle the often expensive, but necessary, marketing. Immediately, Alex is at his charming best, talking up our company and complimenting their own. He’s also nice enough to compliment me and discuss Tim and Edward’s fostering of talent and experience we have.