Chapter 14
Sarah
I’m feeling lightheaded standing in the lobby after Alexander just left.
God, he makes me feel so good—desired, cherished, understood, and so much more.
When Seth showed up to cause some trouble, I was annoyed.
Of course, he would visit me since we’re both in Chicago.
I was handling him just fine, but having Alexander step in and support me felt great. He was the perfect backup, making me feel confident as I sent Seth on his way.
Knowing the big, strong hockey captain was by my side probably sped up his escape quite a bit, which I’m thankful for.
And don’t even get me started on the whole “I intend on making you mine” thing.
Alexander is clear about his intentions, but sometimes he surprises me with how easily he voices his desires.
I felt bold when I urged him to kiss me, but this is on a whole other level.
Making me his?
What does that even mean?
Does he want to have sex and burn out the chemistry between us, or is there something more?
I guess time will tell.
I decide he’s waited long enough and that I’ll email him to plan our next meeting. It seems like the least I can do after he had my back.
And it is my job, after all.
I head back to my office, turn on my computer, and send out the email before I have a chance to back out.
I suggest we meet after their game on Friday. They’re playing early in the day, and he should be free after media duties.
It probably won’t take too long.
Once the email is sent, I begin creating new graphics for the team’s social media and for individual players. Samantha is out of the office, so I get lost in work.
When the email notification pings later, I feel a flutter in my stomach as I see Alexander has replied.
Dear Sarah,
Friday after the game and media duties will be perfect.
I’ll meet you at my apartment.
The Captain.
He can’t be serious.
And didn’t I suggest a place to meet? I must have.
I check my own email and realize my mistake.
I didn’t suggest a place for us to meet.
Of course, he would take charge then.
I just gave him a great opportunity.
It’s common for me to meet with players at their apartments. Many of them prefer that over meeting in public places where they could be photographed and so on.
Most meetings happen here at the arena, but sometimes it’s easier for them to meet me at home.
Usually, it doesn’t send my heart racing because I don’t usually want to sleep with him.
With Alexander, on the other hand, everything feels intense and different.
Being alone with him in public spaces already makes me feel hot. Imagine how it will be when we’re in his space.
Part of me is also curious to see his place. The last time I visited him, he was staying in a hotel, but now his address is in one of the nicer apartment buildings not far from the rink.
I know this since I’ve been to Noah’s place too, and it looks like it’s the same apartment complex.
Okay, I can handle this.
It’s not like we’re on a date.
We’re just having a business meeting to discuss his social media presence.
With that in mind, I confirm our meeting and get back to work, trying to distract myself from all thoughts about Alexander McGregor.
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Thursday evening, I call Jessica, hoping to catch her in whatever time zone the Formula 1 circus is currently in.
I need some advice from my best friend before my meeting with Alexander.
She answers with a beautiful smile, and I’m happy to see her so cheerful.
Her love life has taken a turn since she landed her internship with Star News, covering the Formula 1 season. She’s enjoying her time with Luke, and so far, he seems to be making her shine like no one else.
“Hey girl, how is everything back in Chicago?” she asks me as I get comfortable on my bed.
“Hey Jess, everything’s good, but Seth came by the other day,” I say, making Jessica sit upright and move her phone closer to her face.
“Really? That asshole. What happened?”
I fill her in on the story: how Seth showed up and basically said I didn’t deserve the internship, Alexander appearing and having my back, before finally sending him on his sorry way out of the arena.
“How did he react to the captain of his favourite team showing up?” Jessica smirks on the other end.
“At first, he tried to shake his hand, telling him how big a fan he is, but Alexander was having none of that, not moving an inch in Seth’s direction and calling me brilliant to his face.” Jessica fans herself on the other end.
“Don’t mind me, he just sounds like every alpha male of yours in those romance books.” I chuckle at her because she isn’t far off.
He reminds me of those men in all the best ways.
“So, has he made a move yet? Luke is so sure of himself that McGregor wants in your pants.”
As I open my mouth to answer, I see an incoming call from Henry, my boss.
“I’m so sorry, Jessica, my boss is calling me, can I call you later?” I ask her, but I can tell she’s tired.
The time difference is probably exhausting, as it’s already evening here, and it’s perhaps early morning for her.
“We’ll talk another day, Sarah, and then I expect the full report on McGregor,” I promise I’ll give her a complete update when we talk next.
Jessica is coming home soon as well, and I’m looking forward to it. I need some time with my best friend.
I pick up the call from Henry. He never calls this late, so it must be important.
“Hi, Sarah! Sorry to bother you this late. I was just wondering if you could make it to the arena at 6 AM tomorrow?”
Usually, my day starts at 8:00, so there must be a reason for this early wake-up call.
“Sure, Henry. Is there something specific I need to prepare for?” I ask, grabbing my notebook and pen.
“Some of the guys are doing a photoshoot for a brand—I can’t remember its name, Klein something?” I freeze, the pen hovering over the page.
“Calvin Klein?” I ask, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Yes! That’s it. Anyway, Hughes, Malik, Clarke, and McGregor are doing this shoot, and we thought it’d be a good opportunity to shoot some content.”
At the mention of his name, I feel a flutter in my stomach.
He’s going to be there.
And even though Calvin Klein is a clothing brand, they’re also known for their underwear and sexy campaigns featuring celebrities and athletes.
If this is one of those campaigns, I’m in a lot of trouble.
Seeing Alexander in regular clothing? Hard.
Potentially seeing him in just boxer briefs? Fucking insufferable.
I’m going to combust on the spot if that is the case.
“Great, I’ll be there at 6. Is the shoot at the arena?” Henry confirms the last details before hanging up, and I call Samantha right away.
“Did you hear?” I don’t bother greeting her.
“Hell yes, girl, we’re in for a treat tomorrow.”
It may seem hollow to objectify these guys a little, but come on, who wouldn’t when they have the bodies of Greek gods and model-like faces?
We agree to meet up shortly before the shoot.
As I lie in bed, I’m once again thinking about Alexander. Knowing I’ll probably see him half-naked tomorrow, I decide that it’s only right to release some of the pressure. Take the edge off.
My hand slides down my body, inside my thong, as I begin circling my clit. I close my eyes, imagining his big body hovering over me, whispering dirty things in my ear while he makes me feel good.
I arrive quickly, partly because of my now regular fantasy and partly due to the constant feeling of arousal I’ve experienced since meeting Alexander.
Feeling satisfied and relaxed, I drift into a deep sleep, dreaming about blue eyes.
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As Samantha and I walk into the studio set up for the shoot, I realize nothing could have prepared me for the sight before me.
The orgasm from last night doesn’t seem to have eased any pressure as I see the guys in all their glory, wearing nothing but the brand’s signature boxer briefs.
All the guys look incredible, but I only have eyes for the star of the show, the captain himself.
He’s posing for a photo, his eight-pack entirely on display as he raises his arms overhead, showcasing his broad chest and shoulders.
I definitely have a lot more content for my personal spank bank and late-night fantasies.
When he catches my eye, he offers a small smile before winking at me.
Holy hell.
How will I ever recover from seeing him like this? All oiled up and sexier than sin.
The photographer calls Liam over, and I look over at Samantha, whose mouth is almost hanging open.
“Girl, you’re drooling,” I tell her, and I nudge her side. She quickly recovers and puts on her professional face. Can’t really blame her.
When Alexander comes our way, I feel my pulse quickening.
“Ladies, how nice to see you bright and early,” he says, as charming as ever, with his smug smile.
“Not as nice as seeing you guys, I must say, McGregor. I didn’t know you actually have an eight pack; I thought the rumours were giving you too much credit,” Samantha jokes from beside me.
“And what do you think, Sarah? The rumours giving my abs too much credit?” He gestures down his body, obviously noticing the effect he has on me.
“I’m actually more of a thigh girl,” I tell him, but soon realize my mistake when I look down.
Not only does he have great, thick thighs. He also seems to be carrying a rather nice package down there.
I blush, feeling my face burning up over checking him out so openly.
His chuckle travels down my spine, all the way to my toes. He leans into my ear, whispering,
“Well then, if my thighs don’t meet your standards, I guess I’ll have to spend some more time building muscle at the gym.” He waltzes off to join the other guys for some group pictures.
Of course, his thighs meet every standard; he’s a hockey player, after all, so his thighs are all muscle.
“Damn girl, watching you two is making me all hot and bothered,” Samantha says beside me.
“You and me both, girl,” I reply as we get ready to do our job and not just admire the eye candy.