I wanted more than that, but I didn’t know how to get it, not when I could barely feel my feet and my head wobbled on my neck. My focus was getting blurry, too.
“What’s the matter, Beck?” he asked.
I had no idea what he was talking about and could barely feel him taking the two dates from my grasp and putting them back on the meat board.
“Has something happened?” He came even closer until our chests were together, and his hand was on my face, his thumbs gently running beneath my unfocused eyes. And, damn, did he smell great.
Instead of answering (my mouth had gone completely numb), I could only blink at him. His lovely and lush dick trailed against my thigh, making me shiver with pleasure and need and a whole host of ideas that swirled about with no place to go.
“I am Bad Boy Beck,” I announced with some dignity. “And you can fuck me if you want.”
He went still, but at least he didn’t move away. Instead, he moved closer, his hands cupping my face.
His chest brushed mine, bringing warmth that made me shiver. Our hips touched. His dick came closer, that lovely, lovely golden boy dick. Mine tried to twitch in response, but I guess all that G&T had really done a number on my little brain because, really, it just hung there.
“I would,” he said, giving my cold nose a very small kiss. “But not like this. Not with you so drunk.”
“But nobody would have to know!” I think I shouted. “The water will wash it away and you can keep it a secret.”
“Why would I do that?” he asked, and he had stopped smiling. The look in his beautiful dark blue eyes was serious. There was frost forming in his hair from the mist of the hot tub, which made him look like he was wearing a silver halo. And still he didn’t let go of my face. “Why would I ever want to treat you like that?”
I shrugged. When you’re me and you grew up the way I did, that’s the way the fucking world treated you.
Opening my mouth, I took a breath because at the very least I was going to try to answer his question. But instead that made me dizzy, unsteady on my feet, so I wobbled in that lovely hot water and wondered if he would catch me if I started to drown.
And he kind of did. Except I wasn’t drowning in water, I was drowning in a flood of bitterness and just plain loneliness. His arm went around me, warm, his silky skin brushing my bare, cold shoulders. I would always want more, but this would have to be enough.
He kissed my ear and nuzzled my cheek. His mouth was warm, but his nose was as cold as mine.
Then he whispered, “Someone used you and threw you away and now you think everybody will.” He kissed me again on my cheek. “But that’s not me.”
“Isn’t it?” I asked, except it came outizzintit?
“No,” he said. “Let’s get you out of here and into bed.”
“But my meat board!”Budmahmeadbod?
“I’ll get you something better,” he said, and then began to haul my ass out of that hot tub. Next came a warm rub down all over my whole body, a warm robe for my shoulders, and slippers for my feet.
“Clothes? Phone?” I asked.Clozzzefun? I surely didn’t want to leave my soaking wet black t-shirt behind.
“I’ll get someone on staff to bring everything down,” he said.
I resisted like a maiden in distress, looking up at him to make sure I got Dudley Do-Right rather than Snidely Whiplash.
He hugged me close and smiled a small, sweet smile at me. The best Christmas present ever.
“And we’ll get you something better than a meat board.”
“Thanks, Dudley,” I said, but he just shook his head and ushered me out of the hot tub area and into the penthouse elevator. I had no idea where we were going, but I was alittledrunk, so at that point I didn’t much care. Just as long as he didn’t let go of me.
CHAPTER 10
Iwas plenty warm as Alex took me to the eleventh floor, and started walking me down the carpeted hallway. I thought that he was taking me to my room, room 1115, but he just kept going on past that to a room at the far end. It was pretty quiet there, and my brain had a field day. He’d been on the same floor as me and I’d not known! What plans I could have made for meeting him at midnight, naked at his door.
But perhaps this was better because I was at his door, and I wasn’t naked. Alex’s arm was around me as he unlocked his door with one hand and ushered me inside.
His room was the same as mine, an overly big suite with a separate bedroom, a fancy bathroom, a fireplace and a balcony. Outside that balcony, it was pure dark, and I had a feeling that his view was a wintery hillside, complete with pine trees and magical Christmas animals decorating for the holidays.
