Chapter 6
Sarah
I’m breathing heavily, wondering why Alexander McGregor is so magnetic, making me feel out of control and flustered from a simple kiss on the cheek.
It’s not fair; he shouldn’t influence me this way, especially given how we first met.
Whenever he’s around, I feel vulnerable, exposed, and like I have no control.
The tension during our car ride was enough to set my blood on fire. And don’t get me started on the whole he-likes-to-have-sex-to-relieve-tension thing.
I really didn’t need that image—Alexander, hot and frustrated, in bed, relieving the tension in his mind and body.
Just thinking about it and how casually he talks about sex with Samantha and me—made me feel like I was ready to burst.
It’s his routine, and he believed I was the ideal person to do it with.
What’s even more intimidating is that I prefer to handle tensions the same way with a regular partner.
Something tells me I’ll need to find a new candidate, given the tensions Alexander is bringing to my body.
Typically, I make all the decisions, calling the shots on whether to give a guy a chance. I like to keep them at arm’s length.
This man is very different from the ones before him. Alexander is invading my space, my mind, and my body, and I’m not able to keep up.
Whenever I push, he pushes back twice as hard.
I sit on my bed, thinking about my strategy moving forward.
Whenever I feel overwhelmed, I like to pull out my notebook and write down my options. This helps me organize my thoughts and potential actions ahead.
I open a blank page and start writing.
Strategy 1: Avoidance
Pros: I will probably not see him as much; eventually, he will tire of this game and leave me alone. All will be well again.
Cons: He is part of the team, so the strategy is likely to fail. He’s a persistent bastard, so he will probably not back down for quite some time.
Strategy 2: Relieve the tension
Pros: Would probably be the most explosive sex of my life.
Cons: Still part of the team, will be forced to see him all the time when we’ve burned out the tension between us.
Strategy 3: Grow up
Pros: We would discuss the initial meeting, and he would have the opportunity to apologize correctly. We can put it behind us.
Cons: Scary as hell, I have to give up some of my control to start with a clean slate. He will not let me have all the power, meaning I can’t control the outcome. Our little game would be over.
As I review my notes, I don’t feel any closer to a solution, but I do gain a clearer overview of the situation between us.
Ultimately, I believe strategy 3 is the only one with any real viability.
Avoidance simply isn’t an option, given our positions on this team. Eventually, we’ll have to reschedule our meeting to talk about his social media presence.
Regarding easing the tension, it would definitely be intense, but then what would happen afterward?
I’d still need to see him and meet him at the stadium.
This internship could be my way into the hockey journalism world, and ruining that chance for some hot sex isn’t an option.
As I get to know the team better, it’s clear that everyone knows everyone, so this isn’t happening, no matter how tempting he is.
Growing up and handling this situation seems to be the only reasonable solution.
I can do this, I think, as I get ready for bed.
I’m tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
It’s been a long week, and I thought ending it with a trip to the bar would help me sleep soundly, but no such luck.
Alexander wound me up so tight, and I’m frustrated, knowing there’s only one way to find relief.
My hand grips my breast as the other travels down my body. As I start circling my clit, I imagine one of my go-to fantasies.
The guy in my fantasies is usually a little vague, with dark features and a ripped body. I’m imagining a fantasy where I’m tied to the bed, spread apart, stripped of my precious control.
He’s on top of me, his weight heavy on my body, pressing me down into the mattress while he pleasures my body. As I climb higher toward release, the guy isn’t so vague anymore.
Suddenly, I’m looking into Alexander’s eyes, and I stop my movements.
No, no, no. Sarah Parker, you’re not going to get yourself off thinking about him.
I try to concentrate, blocking Alexander from my mind as I return to my fantasy.
But each time I feel myself getting close, I can’t finish. As my frustrations grow, I wonder whether it’d be so bad to get myself off by thinking about him.
It’s not like anyone will know.
He may have a condescending presence about him, but even he can’t read minds.
I sigh as I surrender, imagining Alexander and his touch as I drift back into my fantasy, my fingers bringing myself pleasure.
My fantasy takes a whole new turn when I imagine Alexander pinning me down on the bed, groaning naughty things in my ear as he drives me toward pleasure.
When I climax, I’m drained and breathing heavily.
I open my eyes and glance at the ceiling.
Damn.
I just got myself off thinking about Alexander McGregor, and it was the most intense orgasm I’ve had in a while.
I tell myself that it’s just the stress and tension build-up over these past few weeks, nothing else.
He was a means to an end, a way to release some of the tautness in my body.
I settle into bed, finally falling asleep.
～
On Monday morning, I push my weak moment to the back of my mind. He stirred some sexual desire in me when he backed me against that wall at the bar, but it’s no big deal.
Now, it’s over and handled.
Going forward, I’ll manage him just fine.
When I arrive at our office on Monday morning, Samantha is already there.
“Morning,” I say as I sit down in my chair.
She spins her chair toward me, wearing a smug expression.
“Morning, miss.”
When she gets up to close the door, I know I’m in for an interrogation.
She sits back down in her chair, her coffee cup in hand.
“I’ve been dying for some details about that car ride on Friday. Have you got anything sexy to report?” Samantha asks me, making me roll my eyes at her.
It’s clear she finds the whole situation between us amusing and treats it like her own little entertainment.
“There is nothing to report. He drove me home, and nothing happened. And it will continue like that.”
Samantha looks sceptical, her eyes scanning my face.
“Really? The sexual tension between you two was making me feel like the third wheel on a bike. But Alexander is a patient man, so he’ll probably drag this out, making you feral for him.”
I think about what she just told me.
Is that really how he will handle this?
Making me absolutely wild for him, pushing me to a breaking point.
I remember my weak moment in bed on Friday; he’s already succeeding in one way—making my body betray me, only getting off at the thought of him.
“Samantha, seriously, nothing’s going to happen. He’s part of this job, and he called me a hooker the first time we met. Even if there’s chemistry, I won’t act on it,” I tell her, making her pout.
“Ah, damn. I was hoping someone could break the big bad Alexander McGregor out of his shell, but I get it, girl.”
Her description of Alexander sparks my interest.
“What do you mean, break him out of his shell?” I ask her, unable to resist learning more about the man.
“Well, he’s usually not the social type, preferring to stay at home and do whatever when the team goes out to celebrate and stuff,” Samantha says, as I get a notification on my laptop.
I’ll check that once we’re done with this conversation.
“I’ve never seen him be out for as long as he was on Friday, and something tells me that had to do with you. Add his chauffeur service for us, and there’s no doubt in my mind,” Samantha finishes, making me even more intrigued.
Alexander has made it clear he finds me beautiful and would give a “ride,” as he called it, whenever I wanted.
It could be a coincidence.
Maybe he wanted to celebrate their win and the great result.
His team is a wonderful group of guys, and I can’t see any reason not to want to go out and have a good time with them.
“Whatever, he’s probably going to move on from this whole thing soon, then I’ll be free,” I say as I turn to my computer.
Samantha gives me a knowing look, mumbling,
“Keep telling yourself that,” as we both turn to our schedule for the day.
I check the notification, and my traitor heart skips a beat when I see an awaiting e-mail from none other than the star captain.
So far, all contact has been through his agent Derek, but it seems like he’s taken it upon himself to set up our meeting.
Dear Sarah,
Due to the unfortunate misunderstanding at our last scheduled meeting, I’d like to arrange a new meeting to discuss the social media strategy.
Will Thursday at 6.00 PM be a suitable time for you?
Best regards
The Captain
I can’t help but chuckle at his signature.
Of course, he would use his captain title, knowing that’s exactly what I call him. Samantha gives me a look, I raise my hand in a “don’t ask” motion, and she shakes her head at me.
Thursday is four days away—four days to think about our meeting, four days to prepare myself to see him again.
Four days apart to plan will be good.
Four days will be enough for me to regain control.
I glance over the email, noticing he’s suggested a late time.
Maybe he’s booked earlier in the day.
I’ve met with several of the players in the evenings, but something tells me Alexander has left out the details of where for a reason.
I decide this is my chance.
My opportunity to regain some of that lost control. I type out my email.
Dear Captain
Thank you for reaching out,
Thursday at 6.00 PM is a suitable time for me. I’ll meet you in one of the PR department’s offices. Ask Clarissa for instructions if you get lost.
Sarah Parker
As I send my e-mail, I take my notebook out of my purse and start writing my to-do list for the day.
I have a lot of content to work on from Friday’s game, and although I spent some time posting the most urgent items on Saturday, there is still a lot left.
My e-mail notification pings.
Not what I had in mind, but I’ll let you off the hook this time.
See you Thursday,
The Captain
Just as I suspected, he probably wanted me to come to his hotel room again.
After the mess last time, meeting me at the stadium is the least he can do. Gaining some control doesn’t feel as secure as it usually does, knowing he’s catching on and reading me so well.
Part of me wants to write a snarky reply, but then I remember my notes and strategies for moving forward.
Grow up and handle it.
This game between us may be exciting, but it could easily backfire on me.
I choose to take the high road and let Alexander have the last word, for now.