5. Alexandra
Alexandra
Flirting with this handsome man is helping me in ways I don’t think he could ever fully understand. Hell, I’m not sure I do. I just know I don’t feel guilty, and maybe that’s a bigger sign that my short relationship with Taylor was never meant to last.
His phone buzzes in his breast pocket, and when we look over to the VIP area, his business partner is waving wildly at him.
I watch his shoulders drop before he gives me a sad smile.
“I should probably get to my meeting. Maybe I can see you after if you choose to stay? If not, Thomas, my driver, will be out front. I don’t blame you if you decide to leave.
I’d rather not be in Club X.” He pauses and his eyes travel the length of me.
“Well, meeting you has turned my experience around.” He grazes his hand down my arm.
He looks back and groans, so I scan the area for Ash and Jaz, stopping dead when instead I see Taylor with the blonde. I reach out and grab suit guy’s arm on instinct, setting my glass on the bar, all but forgotten. I look back at him, we lock eyes and fuck is it intense, but I need to focus.
“This might sound crazy,” I say, “but I need your help for a few minutes to get me to my friends, then outside.” He scrunches his eyebrows at me, probably unsure if I’m actually sane, so I quickly add, “My ex just walked in with the slut he cheated on me with a few hours ago. So, I’m very desperate to not have to deal with that alone right now and my friends are currently somewhere grinding on a bunch of guys or each other.
Either way, they’re too far away to help me right now. ”
I bite my lip, glancing from him to them. They’re quickly approaching as he mulls over my request. “Here.” I grab a napkin and pen from the bar, and quickly throw together a contract.
I, Alex, agree to provide one (nonsexual) favor sometime in the future pending you, Hot Suit Guy, assists in getting me away from ex-douche pants.
X___________
X___________
I scribble a quick signature at the bottom and draw a line with an X for him to sign. I slide the napkin towards him quickly. “This might help since you seem like the type of guy who likes contracts...Please?”
He scans the note, smirks, then signs a name that is unreadable in the dim club lights, and slides it into his breast pocket.
He looks over my head, and I watch as his eyes narrow, presumably on Taylor and his new side piece.
“You have ten seconds before they reach us,” he says. “What do you want to do?”
Fuckkk . I’m afraid to see how close they are now. My mind is spinning as I try to come up with something. At the sound of Taylor’s high-pitch annoying laugh, I lock eyes with Hot Suit Guy. How could I have ever been attracted to Taylor when men like this exist?
Hot Suit Guy’s eyes plead for an answer, but instead I reach up and grab his cheeks, dragging him down to me as I stand on my tip toes and crash my mouth into his.
Sweat trickles down my back as I worry that he won’t kiss me back. It dissipates when I feel his hands slide to my ass and pick me up. I yelp against his mouth, but he keeps kissing me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. Fuck, I didn’t think it would go this far. I’m going to melt.
The sound in my head goes quiet as his tongue turns my mind to goo. Damn he’s a good kisser. This was a great plan. Heat travels across my body as I resist the urge to grind against him, very aware of how close his hands are to my center.
“Alexandra? What do you think you’re doing?” Taylor yells from somewhere behind me, breaking the spell this man has on me .
Hot Suit Guy, I really need to get his name, damn, pulls back and I whine. What the hell is wrong with me?
His mouth pulls into a smirk. S hit he heard me .
I slide down his hard body as he slowly sets me back on the ground. I shiver, feeling every piece of him rub against me. Especially the bulge pressing into my belly. I guess I wasn’t the only one having a good time. Fucking Taylor just keeps ruining my day.
“Hello?” Taylor draws out the word, working to get my attention.
I huff and spin around. “Can I help you?” My voice is laced with as much disdain as I can muster.
Taylor scoffs. “You really couldn’t wait a day before hooking up with someone else?” He flings his arm towards the man next to me, which I find hilarious considering, well, everything. A laugh bubbles from my lips before I can stop it.
I feel Hot Suit Guy’s hand slide across my back, wrap around my stomach, and pull me against him. “Let’s go find your friends so we can get out of here. You don’t owe him an answer.”
I watch Taylor’s eyes narrow as he glares over my head.
He puffs up his chest, ready to respond, when the blonde next to him starts pouting and pulling on his shirt.
He swats at her. Clearly he already forgot about the one he deemed worthy enough to ruin our relationship.
His jealousy over someone he’s never met and could never compete with is outrageous.
I don’t know why I never saw it before .
The man holding me takes that opening to glide us around Taylor, and I let myself get pulled towards the dance floor. He leans down. “What do your friends look like?”
“Umm…” Two bodies slam into me from either side, making an Alex sandwich.
“Oh my gosh! Are you okay?” Jaz asks.
“We saw Taylor!” Ash yells.
“And the kiss. We totally saw that kiss.” Jaz pulls me close, setting a hand on each of my cheeks. “That was hot.”
“Where did you find him? And so quickly.” Ash adds.
“Guys!” I yell at them spinning my head towards Hot Suit Guy who is literally watching and listening to their entire performance.
“No, no,” he says. “Don’t stop because of me. I love this.” He crosses his arms over his chest, and honestly, his muscles bulging under his dress shirt make me want to rip it off of him. Like now.
Fuck. Me.
“Oh—” Ashlyn starts, but I snap my fingers in her face, making her flinch.
“No.” Her head snaps to me as she gives me puppy dog eyes again. “Nice try, but I’m going to get out of here.”
“Uh no. 6-1-1! You can’t. Under stipulation 4.2 you must stay at the designated destination no less than three hours.” Jaz points at me, her eyes getting glassy. “Those are the rules.”
Dammit. I look at Hot Suit Guy. “Name?”
He points to himself, a smirk still glued to his face. “James. Nice to meet you, Alex.”
“Okay, James. It seems we have a problem. I can’t leave for another two and half hours, and Taylor now thinks we’re a couple.” I glance over his shoulder at Taylor and grimace. “And he looks like he wants to kill me, sooo...”
“So, you need me to play along a bit longer?” He brushes a lock of hair behind my ear, and my body wants to melt. What the hell. “ I have a meeting, but you can attend as long as you accept one condition.”
“Is this your favor?” I ask.
“No, your contract is valid for the one interaction with Taylor. Now we are off script with an additional favor on each end.” I huff but nod in agreement.
I don’t really have a choice. “Great. Our potential client is a prick, but the company could use him. So, as long as you don’t do anything to make it go south, it shouldn’t be a problem. ”
“Deal,” I say. Then I look down at my sweater. This probably isn’t the best attire for a meeting. I lock eyes with Jaz and she grins.
She strips off her jacket and hands it to Ashlyn. Then peels her black lace top off and holds it out to me. She puts her jacket back on over her leather bralette. I rip my sweater over my head leaving me standing in just a white lace bra. I grab the see-through top and slide it on.
Ashlyn’s eyes bounce back and forth from Jaz and I. “Hot. Love it. Ditch the sweater.” I raise my eyebrows. She knows I’m not made of money. “I’ll buy you a new one for fucks sake.”
I’m about to drop it when James takes it from my hands. “It’s fine. It can come with us.” His eyes rake over me with the same intensity as before.
I guess he likes what’s under the oversized sweater.
He takes my hand, and we make our way towards the VIP section.
“Have fun!” Jaz yells.
“Do everything I would!” Ashlyn yells, laughing.
God, I can’t take her anywhere.
When we pass the bouncer at the entrance a cocktail waitress runs over. “I can get you a new whiskey, unless you’d prefer something else.” She waits with her hands gripped together like she’s waiting for James to yell at her.
“A top-shelf bottle of red will be fine.” He makes to walk us to his table, but she stops him again.
“That’s ten thousand dollars. Are you sure?” Her voice squeaks at the end. Poor girl.
“Perfectly fine. Just add it to my tab. If that’s all, we have a meeting to attend.” He waits for her to take off for the bar before we move again.
“You didn’t have to get the most expensive bottle.” I say. I’m starting to feel like I’m way out of my depth here. Especially wearing yoga pants. Why didn’t I make better choices?
James squeezes my fingers. “The boss won’t mind.”
“Finally! You’re back. We should get started,” says the man who came over during the drunk idiot fiasco. He gives me a quick glance with a quirk of an eyebrow, but I see James shake his head out of the corner of my eye.
“Who—who’s this lovely lady?” The short man slurs as he falls into the pretty woman next to him. She tries to slide away, but she doesn’t have much room left before she hits the floor.
James sucks in an irritated breath, squeezing my hand slightly. “Patrick, this is Alex.” He nods to each person sitting at the table. “Alex, this is Patrick, our potential client. Ryder you met at the bar.” Ryder waves at me. “Alester is our tech wiz, and Jessica is a potential new hire.”
Ryder leans in close. “Nice to meet you, Alex. What is it you do?”