Chapter 30 Alexis
ALEXIS
Last night was like nothing I have ever experienced.
I still can’t believe it happened. If it weren’t for the faint redness on my thighs from the stubble on his face, I might think I dreamt of it.
After giving me a mind-blowing orgasm, Finn crawled up and kissed me for several minutes before going down on me again.
He feasted on me like a man possessed and I loved every second of it.
I was sure it would lead to sex, but he just said not tonight, then went back to his room after a few more kisses.
I woke up much later than I normally would, but I chalked it up to the lack of sleep.
As I head downstairs, I find that I'm nervous about seeing him. It feels like we crossed a line this weekend, and I hope it means he’s ready to give us a try.
Marcee is already up and eating a muffin when I come into the kitchen. I look around but Finn isn’t here. I work my lip, biting it and running my teeth over it as I try to think of a way to ask about him without being obvious.
“Hey, girl.” I want to slap my forehead, who says ‘hey, girl?’ Ugh. Brazening on, I continue without looking at her, “So, what’s the plan for today?”
“I don’t really have any. I stupidly left my summer open so I could spend more time with Tanner. Now that he’s gone, I'm kinda adrift. Dang, I sound pathetic.”
I smile at her sympathetically. “Well, I’m sure your dad won’t mind you staying here as often as you want this summer.” Ooooh, look at me sliding Finn into the conversation, nice and smooth.
“Oh yeah, that’s much better, hiding out at my daddy’s house all summer because a boy dumped me!”
My core tightens, her use of the word daddy summons visions of yesterday. I need to get him alone...with clothes on...to talk. As much as I hate to be that girl, I'm going to be that girl, because I need to know what’s going on between us.
Is it just sex, or the start of something? Gods above, I hope it’s the latter. After feeling his cock and tongue in me, I'm ruined for all other men, I'm sure of it. He just knows how to play my body. Shivers run down my spine. Yeah, today. I will talk to him today.
Marcee gives me a ride to get my car from the club.
I decided to head back to our apartment so I can finish packing instead of lingering at Finn’s house all day.
We move out in a week and I’m anxious for my own space.
Plus, I'm teaching several classes at the gym and even have my first personal trainer session over the summer.
As we make our way there, Marcee points out where her dad’s office is.
Apparently, he doesn’t go in a lot but has it in case of a meeting or when he wants to get out of the house.
“He left a note saying he would be at the office for a few hours. I’m getting a massage, you sure you don’t want me to call and see if they can fit you in too? ”
It’s tempting, but my head is such a mess I just want to be alone to think. “Yeah, I need to get my plans in place for my first session. I’ve been on thin ice since Jax pulled that stunt, so I need to make sure everything goes perfect!”
“I still cannot believe that he did that. I knew he was a douche but now I think you dodged a bullet—that is pretty unhinged.”
I just nod, because what else is there to say?
He hasn’t contacted me since that weekend, so I'm hoping he finally gave up. Marcee makes sure I’m in my car and it starts before she pulls away waving.
I really hit the jackpot with her. Smiling, I remember her dancing on the table at the club.
Look out world, Marcee is breaking out of her shell.
It’s funny she's just now hitting her wild girl phase when I'm ready to leave mine behind.
Maybe it's better this way. She watched my back while I drank and partied the last few years, now it's my turn. I fully intend to be there for her and make sure she’s safe as she explores new interests.
Pulling out onto the main street, I spy the building Marcee pointed out.
Working my lip, I catch it with my teeth, biting just hard enough for the pain to pierce the fog of my thoughts.
With a nervous breath, I steel my resolve and head into town instead of out.
There is one stop that I need to make before I head back.
I find a spot in the lot behind the massive office complex.
Getting out of my car before I lose my nerve, I stand and take in the building.
It looks more like a sculpture than a building.
Every inch is wrapped in reflective glass, turning it into a giant mirror that catches the sunlight and reflects it along the nearby buildings and rooftops.
It's dark, almost black, sleek, modern, and impossible to ignore.
The modern edge should feel cold, but somehow, this monolithic tower feels otherworldly and alluring.
I walk in the front doors, reading the list of offices until I spot the one I'm looking for. It's on the twenty-first floor. Finding the elevator, I breathe a sigh of relief when I'm the only one in it. I take the few seconds to compose myself and still the tremors in my hands. I also use the time to check my appearance in the reflective elevator. I bought this dress on a whim last summer, thinking if we had a cookout with Marcee’s family or new friends that it would look sweet, not my usual sexy style. It’s a white eyelet sundress. The straps tie at my shoulders and the skirt flares out slightly with two ruffled layers. It hits mid-thigh, so it’s short enough to show off my legs that I work out almost daily, but not so short as to be scandalous.
I opted for more reserved makeup and pulled my hair into a sleek ponytail.
I think I definitely pulled off the whole “girl next door” look and I’m getting little butterflies wondering if Finn will like it.
Then I want to punch myself in the face.
Who is this girl? When have I ever cared so much about a guy's opinion of my clothes? Of course, seeing as I usually am wearing teeny tiny clothes, most guys have no complaints.
Exiting the elevator, I spot a sign directing me to Finn’s office.
I pause at the door, taking a deep cleansing breath.
I have literally never asked a guy where things are going before and find it’s a terrifying and slightly humiliating question.
Ugh, I hope I don’t come off as needy or desperate, but if there’s a chance this could be something, I don’t want to let my insecurities get in the way.
I push the door open and am greeted by a smiling woman behind a reception desk.
She looks like she's in her mid-fifties.
Her brunette hair, which is cut in a cute bob style, sports wisps of gray that frame and soften her face, and her round glasses have dipped slightly on her nose.
She pushes them up, giving me a welcoming smile that instantly puts me at ease. “Can I help you, dear?”
I work my lip again and look to the door at the end of the hallway with Finn's name on it.
“Uh, well, I came to surprise Fi—I mean, Mr. Walker.
I'm an old friend of his daughter, and she mentioned he was in today so I thought I would pop by on my way to town.” She eyes me for a few seconds, and I force myself to not fidget or worry my lip.
Instead, I flash her what I hope is a sweet and innocent smile.
Eventually, she nods and says I can go on back.
I thank her before heading down the hallway.
As I raise my hand to knock, I almost lose my nerve.
What if he’s busy? What if he’s annoyed that I’m invading his space without asking?
The idea of him seeing me as some silly girl or a nuisance makes my palms sweat.
Every rejection, every abandonment I've experienced suddenly flashes through my mind like a movie. The sting of each causing me to second guess everything. Yet, if I don’t do this, I could lose out on a future with someone that makes me happy.
On that thought, I let my knuckles connect with the door.
Shit, shit, shit.
I can’t believe I did it. I also can’t believe I’ve turned into this girl. The girl that is all jittery and unsure of herself. I'm Alexis Fucking Wayfield and I need to get my shit together.
“Come in.” The rich timber of his voice penetrates the closed door. My nerves settle just from hearing his voice. It somehow is rough and smooth all at once. Knowing how it grows husky when he talks dirty makes my core throb.
I push the door open and walk in with a smile plastered on my face.
Finn is on the phone and his eyes grow large when he sees me, but it’s quickly replaced with a stunning wide smile.
His icy blue eyes light up and the crinkles around his eyes are so warm and inviting.
He covers the mouth of his phone and whispers, “Just give me a second.” Smiling, I look around the office, taking in all the personal touches he’s added.
I spot a signed picture of him standing next to another surfer.
They’re both in wetsuits that are peeled off and hanging from their waists.
Both men are tanned and have ab muscles fit for a magazine cover.
My eyes get stuck on the sexy V that disappears into Finn’s wetsuit.
Damn, that has to be the sexiest thing on a man.
“That’s me and my buddy Ricky at the Eddie in two thousand one.
” I whirl around to find Finn watching me.
He’s dressed similarly to the night at the club.
His jacket is tossed over the back of his chair, and his white button-up shirt has the neck unbuttoned, tie loosened, and sleeves rolled up, putting his corded muscular forearms on display. Daddy Finn is sexy personified.
“Did you compete?” I vaguely recognize the name of an elite surfing competition.
“God, no, I wish. Ricky competed that year, he didn’t place, but it still was a huge deal even getting to ride with so many of the greats.
I had Ricky sign the picture the next week, he laughed his ass off, but did it anyway.
” His eyes take on a faraway look, as if remembering that day for a second before he lounges back with his arms behind his head and looks me up and down.
His perusal sends shivers down my spine.
“So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this surprise?” Finn cocks his head slightly before running his tongue over his lower lip. Fuck, I want to pull that lip into my mouth. Walking toward him, I stop and lean against the desk, needing to get closer, but telling myself to keep my hands to myself.
“Marcee brought me into town to grab my car that we left at the club, then I’m headed back to the apartment to finish packing and prep for my classes this week.”
“Wow, so soon?” He raises his eyebrows at me.
I dip my head, unable to hold his heated stare.
I already feel my pulse racing and my pussy throbbing, dying to feel him inside me again.
Strong hands suddenly grip my hips and move me so I'm leaning against his desk, standing between his spread legs. He doesn’t remove his hands from me, his thumbs rubbing up and down the crease of my hips, and I can feel myself losing the fight to remember why I’m here.
Little fires are being set along my skin where his hands are touching me.
It isn’t even skin-to-skin contact, but I can still feel the way those same hands pinned my hips to the mattress last night while he devoured my pussy.
“Uh, yeah. I have my first private session and just want everything to be perfect. Plus, I have so much shit that still needs to be packed before the movers come. “
“Ah, well, I’m glad you stopped by. I would have been disappointed if I had missed you.” His hands begin running up and down my sides. He stands in a fluid motion, crowding me against the desk.
“Well, I did think I owed you a proper goodbye for crashing your weekend—again.” His mouth dips to my exposed shoulder, kissing me and stealing every rational thought from my head.
“Is that so? And what does a proper goodbye entail?” His words send shivers through me as he trails kisses along my jawline to my neck.
I inhale deeply, drinking in the scent of him, sandalwood and a hint of salt from the sea air he spends so much time in.
All thoughts of the talk I wanted to have are long gone.
Replaced with a pulsing, throbbing need to feel him, to imprint him on my skin, leaving his scent behind to take home with me.
Looking up at him through my lashes, I purr, “Whatever you want it to entail, Finn.”