Chapter 5
Alex Addison spent the weekend wining and dining Mickie, when they weren’t having unbridled sex all over his apartment.
They had dinner on Saturday night at the Polo Lounge at the Beverly Hills Hotel, with several famous people close enough to touch at nearby tables.
Mickie was in the big leagues now and she wasn’t going to do anything to blow it.
She was an ambitious girl with a hunger for a much better life and willing to do whatever she needed to do to get there, and to stay now that she’d arrived.
A handsome, rich, successful doctor was a lucky break, and he was crazy about her and couldn’t get enough of her. She took full advantage of it.
Mickie had improved on her natural skills after she got to L.A.
, and she had learned some tricks in bed that drove him insane.
She was willing to do and try almost anything, far beyond what most women would do, and he loved the wild side of her.
They were madly in lust, and he didn’t have to claim emotions for her he didn’t feel.
She didn’t care about that. He wanted to possess her body in every way he could, and she surprised him frequently in bed, which he wouldn’t have believed possible.
She was totally at ease with her own body and his, and bolder than any woman he’d ever met, and he was twice her age.
She didn’t mind that either. He had never met a woman as hungry for sex as he was.
They spent Sunday on a sexual marathon, and on Sunday night, he put five thousand dollars in cash on the kitchen table, where they had just made love again.
For a minute she thought he was paying her, which made her uncomfortable.
She wasn’t his hooker and had never taken money for sex.
She gave it away to whomever, how and when she wanted to.
He hadn’t bought her, even though she worked for him now.
He felt like he had won the lottery when he met her.
It was the most exciting weekend of his life. He couldn’t get enough of her.
“What’s that for?” she asked, and didn’t touch the bills lying on the table next to her. Her voice was cold when she asked. She could go from hot to cold in seconds, and back again.
“I’ve been invited to a party given by the head of a streaming service,” Alex explained.
“His wife is my best patient. I want you to come with me. Buy yourself something fabulous to wear. If that’s not enough, call me, and I’ll have my assistant take care of it,” he said, and she felt relief wash over her.
He wasn’t treating her like a hooker after all.
To reward him, she inflicted unexpected pain on him and he loved it.
She loved causing him pain, it excited them both.
“Thank you,” she said for the money for the dress.
They spent another night of reciprocal torment and ecstasy, and he looked relaxed and happy on Monday morning, and told her she’d better leave before his medical staff started arriving.
He said they were filling the supply closets that day with his secret formulas.
“Is that why you have code locks on all the doors in the office?” She had noticed it when he walked her through.
“I don’t want anyone stealing the formulas it took me years to develop,” he said seriously.
“They’re worth a fortune. It’s why I have security at the door.
And there will be more once we’re open.” She was impressed by what he said.
She had hit the jackpot, in every way. The weekend had proved it to both of them.
He was as convinced as she was, and he liked that she could look and behave like a lady in public and a tornado in bed.
He had never before encountered that combination in one woman. She was a rare find.
“Where did you go to college?” he asked her while he made her breakfast, and she lay stretched out on the counter naked.
He had to control himself not to lunge at her again, but they didn’t have time.
He was already dressed for work in a black shirt and black jeans, with black alligator cowboy boots.
He didn’t have his doctor’s coat on yet.
“Stanford,” Mickie answered, taunting him with her legs wide apart.
There was a thin film of perspiration on his forehead, while he put scrambled eggs on a plate for her.
Because she’d been hired as a model, he’d never seen an application that referred to her education.
“I took this year off, to do some modeling. I’m going back in January,” she said casually, unzipping his jeans with agonizing slowness.
“That’s a great school,” he said in a strangled voice, barely able to breathe, as she freed him from his jeans, and they both forgot the eggs.
“You’re a very smart girl. Lucky for me you took the year off.
” She gave him what he wanted then. They knocked over two chairs, and the plate broke on the floor and spilled the eggs neither of them cared about.
It was over in minutes, and he stood smiling at her, as she lay on the kitchen counter.
All he could think of was how glad he was that he had hired her.
He could have an unlimited diet of Mickie whenever he wanted, any way he desired.
She would be right there with him all the time every day.
She hopped off the table then and ran upstairs to dress, while he cleaned up the eggs and smoothed down his hair.
She was back in five minutes, looking prim in jeans, a white blouse, and ballet slippers, with her hair in a knot at her neck.
She looked beautiful and normal, and not like the wild woman he had discovered on the weekend. She hid the truth remarkably well.
“Do you want to come by for lunch?” he asked her, and she smiled coolly.
“I have a go-see.” She didn’t, but she didn’t want to be too available.
“Tonight?” He felt like the supplicant, and would have hated her for it, except he wanted her so badly. He couldn’t get enough of her. He was already starving for her. And they were going to the party he’d invited her to that night.
She called an Uber and kissed him primly. The five thousand dollars he had given her the night before was in her purse.
“Besides, I have to shop for the dress you want me to get. What time is the party?”
“Eight o’clock. I’ll pick you up at seven-thirty, unless you want to dress here.
But we might never get out the door. And tonight is important.
We have to go.” It was going to be her debut as his ambassadress and his woman, so she was eager to go too.
She was curious to discover the world he moved in, the people he knew.
“I’ll be camera-ready when you come,” she assured him. “We can always have a little extra fun at the party,” she said playfully and he looked serious.
“Tonight’s important, Michaela. We can’t get crazy there. They’re decent people . . . not like us,” he added. Michaela was a bad girl to the core and he loved it.
“Of course not,” she said, looking demure.
She kissed him as the Uber arrived, and she was out the door with her bag and his money and a day of shopping ahead of her.
She would be flawless at the party. She knew just how to do it.
She waved as the Uber drove away and he stood staring after it, wondering what had hit him.
His medical staff arrived ten minutes later, and they started unpacking the boxes of his medical supplies, and placing them where he directed them to.
Each time the doors locked behind them, and they had to use the code again.
He intended to change the code every day, more often if he had to.
No one was going to steal his secrets, or the woman he had found, who in one short stunning week he had already discovered he couldn’t live without.
Michaela Banks was the most unusual, extraordinary, exciting woman he had ever met.
He could hardly wait for the party tonight, but he had work to do in the meantime.
And his secret formulas to lock up to protect them.
When Mickie left Alex’s house, she went home to drop off her things.
Alex didn’t expect her to be at his office for regular office hours, just to drop in, meet patients at times, and go to parties with him.
It didn’t even feel like a job. She called the agency to check in and see if they had anything for her.
They had her on hold for two go-sees later in the week, but didn’t have a confirmation yet.
After that, she took off to Rodeo Drive to spend Alex’s five thousand dollars, to buy a dress for that night.
She started at one end of the street and worked her way down.
She wandered around Ralph Lauren, saw a peach-colored sundress she liked, but decided to come back if she had money left after the “something fabulous” he had told her to buy.
She walked into Chanel, and looked no different than the other girls her age shopping there.
She was wearing white jeans, a pink sweater, ballet flats she had bought at her secondhand store, and the white Birkin bag Alex had given her from the shoot.
It was an incredibly generous gift, as was the five thousand dollars she had in it, to shop with that day.