Lust (14 page)

Michael couldn’t help but get closer. “You know, if I didn’t
like you guys as friends, I would have to suggest some kind of
orgy. But, since we are all such good friends and I haven’t been
laid by any of you, you won’t get mad if I serve the gentlemen
their nine-hundred dollar scotch first and then come give you
your chilled Patron? Please?” Leaning against the bar, Michael
offered a similar flirty smile.

We burst into simultaneous laughter. “Go on, you adorable
pervert. Give them their drinks. We’ll wait,” Samantha replied.

Michael wandered off with two glasses of scotch, still wearing
his flirtatious smile. My eyes followed his path, knowing he
was headed toward Alexander’s table. When Michael stopped,
I took notice of where they were sitting, both chairs facing the
bar—
Shit. Turn away.

Alexander met my stare; I was caught, but then so was he.

I couldn’t look away; my face was blank but full of purpose.

I didn’t fear him. I loved a game of chicken, but this time I lost,
but only because Samantha tugged on my arm as she was speaking.

“Seriously, do you want to just go sit with them? I mean,
you can fake not being interested, but the staring is probably
going to give you away.”

Samantha’s sarcasm never bothered me, yet lately, when her
sarcasm was anything relating to what she did/did not think
about Alexander and me, it got under my skin.

“Ladies, may I do the honors of pouring you a flute?”

Michael stood behind the bar with an ice bucket, three champagne
flutes, and a bottle of Cristal.

“Um, I’d rather spend three hundred and seventy-five dollars
on twenty drinks than on one glass of champagne. We’re
not on a date here; we need stiff drinks. Come on, Michael,
you’ve known us long enough.” I looked at him confused as to
why he would even open the bottle before asking us.

“Um, I get that, sunshine, but, the gentlemen—you know,
the one whose arms you laid in for your birthday and the one
you were nasty to just now—um yeah, he sent the bottle over.

It’s paid for so…drink up.”

My body stilled. Samantha and Chrissy just stared, waiting
for sound, breath, anything. But I couldn’t bring myself
together.

“Oh, and before I forget, the gentleman asked that I give
this note to Ms. Chase. Here you go.” After placing a piece of
paper in front of me, Michael began pouring the champagne.

I sat there, unsure of how I felt, uncomfortable with the
expensive offering, and scared as hell to see what was written
on the note.

Samantha went to grab the note, but my hand guarded it.

“Are you Ms. Chase? If he wants to tell me to go fuck myself via
a note and champagne, then I would like to see it myself first.”

I had snapped at Samantha, but Samantha knew the insecure
feelings I was carrying, so she took no offense to it.

Moving myself against the back of the chair, I glanced at
Chrissy and motioned toward the side of the room. “I am going
to run to the ladies’ room, you comin’?”

Chrissy and Samantha knew I needed a minute. They shook
their heads no, and I grasped the note tightly in my hands.

I started toward the back, but I could sense being watched;
Alexander from one end and Samantha and Chrissy from the
other.

Leaning on the restroom vanity, I slowly unfolded the note.

The hairs on the back of my neck tingled. No one had ever
made me this nervous, and it was unbearable. Looking down at
the note, I found two lines of words, carefully and neatly written
in cursive:

Enjoy the Champagne; it’s good to celebrate with those you
Care For.

I’m glad you found your voice again Evangeline, it’s quite
lovely!

CHAPTER NINE

How the hell did he know my name? Samantha doesn’t even know my
full name. What is he, a stalker? My thoughts reeled in my head.

I got the comment about my finding my voice, he was digging
at my drunken proposition of wanting to fuck him. Tough shit
for him; he was getting nowhere near there now!

Strangely, there was a knock on the bathroom door. Strange
because there were two stalls within the bathroom, so I didn’t
quite get why someone was knocking. I glanced at the lock on
the door. It was obviously unlocked, but I responded anyway.

“Enter. It’s free.”

I still stood holding the note in both my hands. This tiny
piece of paper, with no more than two brief lines scribbled on
it, was driving me insane.

“More words won’t appear if you continue to stare at it.”

I jolted into a spin only to find Alexander standing in the
bathroom.

“But I can answer any questions you may have that may be
making you confused about what’s within the note.”

I was furious and yet filled with excited emotions that he
had entered a forbidden place just to get me alone. “What the
hell are you doing? I doubt you are stupid, but the men’s bathroom
is the one where the stick figure on the door isn’t wearing
a dress.” I stepped forward, showing my ability to be strong in
his presence. “Oh, and this note. I don’t get it, but I will tell
you this: I don’t like people snooping into my business, and the
loveliness of my voice isn’t for your benefit.”

And that’s when he sprang at me. With a gush of force and
wind, he held me, ass pasted to the vanity. His large wide hands
gripped my neck, pulling me into his mouth without a breath
lost. His moves were surprising and swift. He was forceful but
soft in his hold.

I couldn’t believe he was doing this. I tried to get a word
in between his lapping caresses, but his luscious lips bound me
with every lick of his tongue that explored me, entrapping me
in his kiss.

“Stop these games, Evangeline. You have already disclosed
in your most uninhibited state that you want to fuck me, so
stop trying to pretend you hate me; it only makes me want you
more.”

He was right on point, but I couldn’t let him win this battle.

Forcing him off of me by his shoulders, I managed to spurt out
with gasping breaths, “I do not want to fuck you! Do you know
who you are fucking with?” It was just me; but it always sounded
threatening in movies, so I decided to play the pretend card.

Alexander giggled and then, lifting me by my ass cheeks
with ease, he bounced me onto the vanity and pressed himself
between my legs. I continued to fight and struggle free, but
there was no hope. I was truthfully not fighting. Because all in
all, deep within me, I wanted this, just as he had guessed.

He grabbed my wrists vigorously and scolded me, “Stop
fighting me. And to answer your question, no, I don’t know
who I am fucking with. But, I do know who I will be fucking.”

And as he let go of my wrists, our mouths merged.

Falling into pace with his tongue, I stroked him, nibbling
his plush lips and wrestling with his tongue for more.

I don’t know how he knew, but he did. He knew what I
wanted and who I wanted it from. “Stop, please stop,” I urged
but begged for more as my legs pressed him closer and my
fingers tangled in his hair, keeping him locked to my mouth.

Panting, I let out soft moans. “You are my boss, we can’t…”

Alexander stopped and stared at me intently. “I’m your
‘acting’ boss, and is that the only reason why you are acting the
way you are acting?”

It made me stop to think. Why was I acting the way I had
been toward him? I lusted after him and hated him, wanted
him and wanted him gone. The truth that existed within me
had nothing to do with anything that had happened. In fact,
the current events had been a perfect excuse to cover my irrefutable
emotions for this man I barely knew.

“No, it is not the only reason. And I have no desire to discuss
this any longer. Let me go.” I asked him to let me leave,
but I so badly wanted him to keep me there.

“I won’t hold you against your will, Evangeline.” He stepped
back, and I was motionless, frozen in time, scared to death that
this would be the moment I would regret the most in my life.

Seeing that I hadn’t moved away, he edged himself back in.

I lowered my head shamefully, sheepishly, not knowing how to
give in, not knowing how to lose the control.

He brought his hand to my chin and raised it to meet his
gaze. “I’m not trying to hurt or ruin you. I am trying to give
you what you longed for, wished for, on your birthday. Don’t all
birthday wishes come true?”

My mouth turned into a thin smile at his sweet attempts. “I
didn’t make a birthday wish, and had I made one, what would
you know of it?” I turned my charm on, feeling the current of
lust and passion filling the air around us.

His voice lowered, and he spoke hoarsely, seductively, inches
from my face, resting his hands on my thighs. My nipples
perked at his touch; my sex throbbed with anticipation. “Close
your eyes and make a wish,” he commanded.

And as my eyes fluttered shut, his hands moved gradually
up my thigh and unzipped my jeans, one hand pulling my
jeans and silk panties to one side, and the other caressing my
cleft. His fingers massaged the folds of my sex, making their
way into me, and circling my clit.

“For someone who hates me, you seem to be ready and eager
for me. Tell me, did I make you this wet? Are you ready
for me?”

My eyes remained closed, and I felt his touch throughout
my body. The titillating sensation of his large fingers teasing
my clit was coursing through me like lightning. “No,” I teased,
pushing him some more. “The bartender made me this wet.”

His eyes shot up to me, astonished, but instead of stopping,
he ran his arm around my back, pulling me forward as his fingers
penetrated me.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned.

He thrust into me with force, exploring the inside of my
vagina as no one had ever done.

His movements were rapid, well practiced, and heavenly. I
didn’t want him to stop. “Oh God, that feels good!” He smiled
now, and pulled me closer into his chest. We were in a tight embrace
as he continued to finger fuck me.

A knock at the door made both our heads jerk with surprise
and fear of being found in the lounge’s bathroom in this
position.

“One second,” I yelled, immediately realizing that Alexander
was in the woman’s bathroom, and he had to leave at some point.

I looked at him. “We have to go. Oh god—” I hadn’t finished
the sentence, when he moved into me, smacking my sex with
his palm as he took three fingers and continued his exploration
of my tight vagina. His movement slowed and he removed
his fingers as I panted, trying to catch my breath. He had me
speechless, utterly bewildered. And he tightened his stare on
me, bringing his fingers up. I watched as he brought them to his
lips and into his mouth, sucking and tasting my wetness.

I sunk into the wall behind me. No one had ever done that
in front of me, and I was provoked in every way.

“You should know: I have never tasted a woman’s essence
in my mouth before tonight. But, you are deliciously sweet,
and I can assure you I will discipline you if you lie to me again.

That sweetness that’s all over you and all over my lips, that was
caused by me and for me; be sure to remember that. I will have
you, Evangeline.”

He moved leisurely to the door, but before unlocking it, he
turned to me. “Would you like some help cleaning yourself up
before I unlock the door?”

“Give me a minute,” I whispered with barely enough air to
breathe. I grabbed some tissues, wet them under the sink, and
headed into the stall, locking myself in to gather my bearings. I
heard him unlock the door, and it shut behind him. I dropped back
against the stall door, unsure of what had happened.