Chapter 22
Alexander
I didn’t really want to do this. Truly, I didn’t.
Originally, the plan was to annoy her a little and then make her delete the photo, but things got out of hand. Having control over her feels incredibly good. She’s just so different from all the other women I’ve met in my life. Stubborn. Feisty. Calculating?
What is she hoping to gain by sleeping with me? Just a good time, or perhaps a permanent contract that would make it difficult to fire her someday? Right now, it would be easy to let her go during the probation period, but not after that.
I step into the shower and let the warm water run down my body while I think.
Is she after my money? Does she hope for an easier life if we have a relationship? I wish I could see inside her head.
I’ll just enjoy whatever comes my way. I still have a few weeks to decide where this journey should go.
With only a towel around my hips, I walk into my bedroom. From here, I can hear the water running in the shower downstairs. So, it will be a while before she’s finished.
Marc and Stephanie have both texted me. First, I check Marc’s message, then the one from my best friend.
Marc: She just came back and we had a long talk. Thanks for speaking with her, it seems to have done her a lot of good.
Me: Were you able to clear everything up?
Marc: Yes, and now we’re enjoying the rest of our honeymoon.
Me: That’s great!
Stephanie: You’re the best friend I could ever wish for…
Me: I know :)
Stephanie: I’m looking forward to being back in London, but for now, we’re still enjoying our honeymoon.
She writes exactly the same thing as Marc. Either they coordinated their messages, or it just shows how similar they are — how perfectly made for each other.
So that’s settled.
I put on a well-fitting pair of jeans and a tight shirt, then head downstairs barefoot. It’s already 11:17; we were busy for quite a while. Smiling, I stand in the kitchen and start preparing tea. That’s a habit I couldn’t shake even during my time in the States.
I'm going to cook something. In the last few hours, I gave my muscles a serious workout. Sex really is the best sport in the world.
I marinate a few chicken breasts and set them aside. Then I prepare a salad, cook some rice, steam the broccoli, and bring milk to a boil to make vanilla protein pudding. I'm really in the mood for something sweet after the workout.
Just then, I hear the shower turning off.