It was against my policy to hire someone just because they needed a job. However, if there was a role available, they were welcome to apply for it like everyone else.
Meredith needed her, and Alexandra needed to prove to her she was the best person for the job.
The moment I saw her in proper lighting in the office, I was surprised to see this beautiful woman. It made no sense why she would stay in my house and work at my company if her father was one of the wealthiest men in the world.
However, Lex Edwards is also a bully.
My fascination became an obsession, one I tried to control by distancing myself and traveling to avoid seeing her in the office. I knew getting involved or even touching Alexa could have dire consequences, but she was too hard to resist.
My guard crumbled the night of Hendricks's launch party in Malibu, and I succumbed to needing to find out more. It turned out that she had no interest in discussing whatever was going on with her father. What did it matter to me? All I knew was that business dealings were happening to push my company to the number one spot in media.
Dealings that will affect Lex Edwards.
Then, it all took a turn. I’d started imagining her beneath me, the soft skin I’d noticed on the car ride home. The perky tits teasing me in the pantry.
Alexandra has this innocence about her, but what shocked me was her kink to pleasure herself in front of me. Sure, I pushed her, but she never once hesitated.
I park the car in the garage beneath the building and quickly exit to open her door. As she steps outside, I pin her against the car, desperate to taste her lips again. She tastes sweet, like candy, and something else I can’t explain.
“Hunter,” she moans in between our heated exchange. “Someone will see us here.”
My hand glides down her stomach, then between her legs. I watch her expression, the way she bites her lips so teasingly. I’m going crazy waiting, needing to be inside her now.
“I don’t care,” I grit, but she grips my hand to stop me. “Alexandra …”
“I will let you touch me,” she agrees, trying to catch her breath, “but just for a moment, then upstairs.”
She moves my hand inside her panties, and I bite on my tongue, tasting blood when my fingers brush against her clit.
“Fuck.”
Her hand reaches for my belt just to bring me in closer. My fingers glide so effortlessly, drenched in how wet she is for me right now.
“We need to go upstairs now,” she commands.
Removing my hand, I hear a slight whimper, but refusing to waste any more time, we make our way to the elevator.
I don’t hold back inside the elevator, pinning her against the mirror wall and ravaging her with kisses. When the door pings open, I quickly pull her along to the penthouse, desperate to get her naked in my bed.
I punch in the code to the door, stuffing it up because my brain is foggy.
“If I screw this up again, the alarms will go off, but I don’t care. I’m fucking you right here.”
Alexandra places her hand on mine in an effort to calm me down. “Think carefully. The next four digits will dictate how many times you’ll be fucking me tonight.”
Eight, five, one, eight.
Open.
I pull Alexandra in, no words left to be said as we walk toward my room. Inside, I bring her body in flush with mine but take a moment to stare into her eyes.
“Once we do this,” I warn her in a low voice.
She nods quietly. “I know …”
Neither one of us says the words, but we both know there is no turning back. Everything will change.
How much, I have no clue.