18
The dress slides over my skin, satin material that sits around mid thigh but has a split all the way up to the hip on one side. Basically it’s a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen. It’s too tight and the split too high to get away with wearing underwear but I debate for a little while wondering how much I care about that. The real question is, how vulnerable do I want to be around Alexander?
I’ve left my hair down, it falls wildly around my face, silky and soft from the wash I gave it an hour ago. I’m still debating when Alexander strolls back through the door.
He had hidden himself in the walk-in for twenty minutes and once he was dressed he left me in the room alone.
He’s in a pristine suit, black in colour with a white shirt tucked into his pants. The top three buttons have been left undone, showing the hard expanse of bronzed skin. He’s trimmed the hair around his mouth and slicked his dark hair back though a tendril still falls forward across his forehead.
His eyes devour me, taking in the high slit in the skirt and the way the material hugs my curves.
“You look beautiful.”
My brows shoot up. I wasn’t expecting a compliment, so much so I can’t control the blush that steals its way up my cheeks. Fuck.
I hate that he affects me in anyway but mostly, I hate that I can’t control my body’s reaction to him. It wants him, despite my better judgement, I react and I lose control.
“I had someone collect your belongings from your apartment,” he tells me a moment later, “it’s all up in the attic room. You can select some shoes and then we need to go.”
“You broke into my apartment?”
“I had a key,” he smirks.
“You are an absolute psycho” I seethe.
“Off you go, little bird, times ticking.”
Just like he said, all my clothes and shoes have been bought here, they have been unpacked and folded away, my shoes lined up in the closet, my toiletries in the small bathroom. Well at least he’s not expecting me to share his room. Waking up with him was terrifying to say the least, especially since I had curled up like a fucking cat right up against him. His arm was around me, holding me close. I got the fuck out of that situation quickly. It didn’t even occur to me at the time I could have probably offed him in his sleep, my only thought was not waking him and having to face whatever the fuck that was.
I choose a pair of small heels and sit on the bed to strap them on. I had no idea what Alexander was planning but I already knew I wouldn’t like it.
I meet him in the foyer, swallowing down the anxiety.
He looks casually my way, hands buried in his pockets. He nods to a guy behind me and takes my arm, guiding me out the front door. I suck in a breath of fresh air, turning my face to the slight breeze as it teases my curls. I’m ushered into the back of black SUV but it doesn’t go unnoticed the number of guys that follow us out, piling into 4 more SUVs identical to this one. Alexander slides in next to me, looking down at his phone. The driver doesn’t say a single thing to either of us, but he doesn’t look like a normal chauffeur. Which probably means he’s one of the copious employees Alexander has. He looks hard, unforgiving, and ruthless.
Perfect.
With a huff I slide down into my chair and stare out the window as we set off.
“Let’s cover some rules for this evening, shall we?” Alexander drags my attention away from the moving scenery.
I roll my eyes which earns me a scolding look.
“Firstly, you try to run and I’ve given instruction to shoot first, ask questions later,” he tells me seriously, “unless you want a bullet hole in that tight little body of yours, I suggest you don’t leave my side. Secondly, you do everything I tell you to.”
“You’re a control freak, you know that?”
“Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” I grumble with another eye roll.
We’re in the car for about twenty minutes but I recognize where we are the moment we pull up outside the club. His club. My door is opened and Gruff holds out a hand to help me out the vehicle.
“Well hi, Gruff,” I give him my fakest smile, “such a gentleman.”
“Gruff?” His brows draw down.
“Yeah, you know, because you’re so grumbly and growly.”