I walk around him to get to the door, and after I unlock it, I twist to face him again. I’d blame the two beers for what I do next, but honestly, it’s the endorphins. “And just in case you need some material for this experiment to be conducted in a fair and impartial environment, here you go.”
I grab the hem of my sweater with both hands and lift it to flash him my tits. His eyes are quick to narrow on them, bouncing left and right a few times. Then he gives me a dangerous and primal look, which contrasts with my mischievous smirk.
The moment he motions forward, I lower my top and leap away to escape. I’m out before he can reach me, and I hold it half open to say, “Lock yourself in and don’t disappoint me, Alexander.”
He’s about to protest when I shut the door, biting back my very amused smile. God, I missed teasing him like this. And this time, I know I’m not putting myself at risk of repercussions. We’re still going slow, so it’s not like he’ll get to fuck me silly to get his revenge.
As I return to my seat alone, though, I wish he could. But we’ll get there. Soon. It’s not like I can resist him for much longer.
Chapter 11
Idon’t think there’s ever been a point in my life where I would have guessed I’d find myself masturbating in a plane’s restroom—like some kind of sex-crazed degenerate.
But I also never anticipated that I’d ever meet someone like Andrea, who can, with the flutter of her lashes, bring me to my fucking knees and make me beg for a taste. Or someone who holds my entire heart in the palm of her hand like she does.
So, maybe it isn’t too insane that I fucked my fist to completion in that restroom, using her scent on my fingers to fuel my fantasies. I’m a man, and there’s only so much I can take before I break. That’s what I tell myself on the drive to the hotel.
Andrea fell asleep about five minutes into the ride, her temple resting on my shoulder, a light snore filtering out with her breaths. I’m sure she’d rather be looking at the passing streets of Seoul, but it’s nearing midnight in Seattle. She’ll get to see the city soon enough. I look down at her and brush her hair off her face with a delicate graze. One could never guess, seeing her sleeping so soundly, that she’s an unpredictable hurricane when awake.
I’m not sure I understand what we’re doing anymore. I don’t think she does, either. The lines are getting blurred, and I probably shouldn’t have been allowed to get her off like I did. But she wanted it,neededit, and I’m nothing if not her devoted servant. Whatever she’ll give me, however small or big, I’ll eagerly take it. I’m surrendering myself to her will entirely.
The hired car stops in front of the hotel, and the driver steps out. I cradle Andrea’s cheek in my hand, caressing the freckled apple of it with my thumb, and whisper, “We’ve arrived, Andrea.” Her eyebrowtenses a little with discontentment, but her eyes remain closed. “Come on, sleepyhead. There’s a bed waiting for you.”
“Can you carry me to it?” she mumbles, wriggling closer.
“You really want everyone in there to see you being carried like a sleepy child? Because I’ll do it.”
She groans and forces her eyes to open, ripping her temple from my shoulder. “You actually would, wouldn’t you?”
I nod, and she rolls her eyes. “You have to stop being so perfect, Alexander. It’s getting harder and harder to keep my distance.”
“Maybe I don’t want you distant,” I counter. Since she unbuckled her seatbelt, I reach for her hip and tug her closer to me. “Maybe I want you right where you are.”
I’ll forever cherish how she turns pink whenever I take her by surprise like this. She looks up with her wide eyes, and I cannot fucking wait to be allowed to kiss her again. Until then, those pouty lips will be torture I’ll gladly endure.
The driver opens the door on her side, and she swiftly slides away from me and gets out, avoiding my gaze. This Andrea isn’t the temptress she was a few hours ago, but a more reserved and careful version. Again, I’m not sure she knows how to handle all of this, so I have to adapt to her whims.
Someone from the lobby guides us to our suite while his colleagues handle our luggage. Once we’re alone, Andrea begins exploring the rooms.
“This place is insane,” she says from a bedroom.
“It’s alright.” I shrug.
The suite is spacious, clean, and well-designed, but I’m no longer impressed by such things.
“Alright?” she asks when she returns before heading to what looks like a study. “How rich are you, exactly, to be so jaded and think this is‘alright?’”
I’m unsure if this is a genuine question or a jab, but since I’ve been opening up about myself, I answer truthfully. “As an individual, I’m comfortable enough to never worry about money for the rest of my life. Kelex’s stock keeps increasing, and my shares are worth a lot. I also have patents and old works that keep bringing money in every month.”
“So, like, a few million?” she wonders once she’s back.
“Eighteen.”
She stops her exploration at once and turns to me. “Eighteenmillion?” I nod. “Lex, that’s huge.”
“My family’s wealth is more substantial, so it doesn’t feel like it.”
“How much more substantial?”
