I am in love for the first time in my life and nothing is going to stop me.
My monster will control me no more.
“What do ye have up your sleeve, Mr. Gorski?” I ask as we take the lift to my flat.
“I guess you will have to wait and see, won’t you?” He winks and squeezes my hand.
My heart does a flutter as the doors open and we make a game of it by racing down the corridor, a laugh bubbling to the surface. We stop at my door, and I pull him in for a well-deserved kiss and also to rake a hand over his beard. I love the way the rough texture feels against my skin. I hum my approval and feel my mistress wanting set free as I slide the key into the lock. I’m impatient to get everything off my chest and open myself to him.
It’s time I tell him all my secrets.
“Wait here, I’ll be right back.” He rushes to say and sneaks into my flat before I had the chance to question him.
I’m confused. Why am I not allowed in my flat?
What is this man up to?Should I be worried?
Alas, I did as he asked. I’ll be thegood girl, for now.
Leaning a shoulder against the wall, I send a quick text to Tamara.
Me-You cheeky lass.
My mobile chimed a second later and I grin.
Tamara-You love it when I’m cheeky. *Wink emoji*
Tamara-Now quit texting me and go shag your man.
I smile and shake my head at her boldness. My assistant acts more like the older sister I never had. We lean on each other and also like to irritate and push buttons. It’s magnificent.
I set my mobile away just as the door to my flat swings inward, Alexander holding it open, asking me to enter, a bright smile and full dimple on display.
“I’m ready for you, Ms. Hayes.”
How I adore this man.My body tingled with awareness at his nearness and that cheeky dimple. My body knows what it wants.
Him. Only him.
Meeting his gaze, the dark circles that plague under his eyes tell me he has not slept well, and I know I am to blame. He should never have to endure such chaos because of my actions, and I hope to be the one who changes that for us both. He deserves better.
That wonderful, tousled hair makes me want to run my fingers through it and add my own touch.
I need it so damn badly it hurts.
I can’t contain my grin, mind conjuring an answer, the only answer in this moment.
*Excited* “Allons-y, Alexander!” There is no restraint in my giggle as I take his hand, *Elation* “I’ve always wanted to say that. It makes my Whovian hearts happy.”
He won’t understand the reference, given we have only finished season two, however, I couldn’t resist.Ten is the best.
“You are absolutely adorable.” His chuckle is soft as he presses a kiss to my temple then we enter a completely transformed space.
Awe-struck doesn’t describe the sensations rushing through me right this second.
Glittering strand lights cascade down the blackout curtains along the bay of windows, and candles flickered all over, setting an intimate mood. The smell of pasta sauce and sweet treats filled the space, concluding with a hint of fresh rainfall woodlands on a stormy day. Alexander’s scent. I want to capture this moment on canvas, encapsulate it in an eternal picture.Magical.
Pristine white linens adorned the dining table complete with place settings for two, plates full of delicious Italian cuisine and a basket of bread as the centerpiece. There was a bottle of red wine that sat next to a plate of strawberries and chocolates.