He wants to fuck you. No man does this for a woman he's not trying to screw, Sarah!
I look myself over in the mirror, standing here naked while wondering what the night has in store for me. My fingers brush over the swell in my tummy before my eyes land back on mine in the mirror.
But you want to fuck him, too.My consciousness whispers like the devil in my ear.
Curiously, I pick up the last box, put the ribbon to the side and open it. My eyes widen upon seeing a full-sized bottle of my favorite perfume that I'd never let myself buy because it's too expensive. I melt at the sight.He knows my perfume?Overwhelmed, I bow my head, sobbing with my hand against my mouth.
With shaky hands, I gather the ribbon, carefully tie it in the tissue paper from the box and place it in my purse for safekeeping. Hopping into the shower, I wash and am ready inrecord time, only having to refresh my makeup lightly. But I decide to surprise him by putting a deep, rustic-red lipstick on.
I'm surprised with how much of a difference lipstick makes; I instantly look sexier, worldlier.
More womanly.
I turn to see myself in the dress before putting my foot on the chair, sliding the garter up my leg and nestling it high on my calf. The daring hip-high split in the dress shows the curve of my leg off perfectly. I smooth my hands over the lace that molds my breasts before slicking over the satin that’s draped from underneath and flows all the way down to my ankles.
He'd bought me Louboutin fuck-me red heels to match the dress, and I suddenly have an almost irrational fear I'm going to leave a damp spot on the seat of my dress because I’m so turned on. I snatch the white fur shawl he'd bought to go with it and drape it loosely over my elbows, and then give myself one good lookover.
I'd fuck me.I think with pleasure, seeing how skin tight the dress was on me. I don't even mind that my waist isn't completely flat. Alexander seems to have a knack for picking out the right type of dress, and not only does it look amazing on me, but I feel drop-dead sexy.
I shove my items into a clutch, and pausing by one of the vases with the red roses, I grab one, then exit the room to make my way to the lobby. Six pm on the dot.
Chapter thirty-six
Torture
Iwaitnervouslyatthe bar, drinking the scotch I'd been nursing for the last half hour while I attempt to convince myself for the hundredth time to not go upstairs and interrupt Sarahgetting ready. I didn't even respond to her text, afraid it was going to make it too tempting.
So, I sit here and drink, torturing myself with how she'll look when she gets down to the lobby. My chest tightens, wondering what her reaction to all her gifts were, and I desperately hope that she feels how I see her: priceless.
I turn in the direction of the lobby, wanting to have a clear view when she comes down, and am pleased to see I don't have to wait long. I can tell she's in the area before I can even see her as multiple individuals turned their heads to openly gawk in the direction of our elevator bank. And sure enough, thirty seconds later, she appears in the lobby.
Getting my first look at her, I groan as my dick jerks painfully. It swells so fast I have to grit my teeth and will it down, breathing hard through my nose.
Holy fuck, she's exquisite. I moan to myself, jerking the lapel of my suit jacket, willing myself to get a grip.
I walk slowly to the bars entrance, wanting to observe her while she looks around for me. My heart begins to race as my eyes flicker over her body. She's turned with her back towards me. I enjoy the swish of her long hair against her swaying backside on top of the fur shawl I'd picked out for her. But it's when she turns again, and I'm treated to the side profile of her with the lace that perfectly cups her breasts, and the high slit in her dress that reveals the garter I'd tortured myself picking out for her, that I know I've made a huge mistake.
Monumental.
How am I going to be able to sleep next to her tonight and not touch her?
I stop breathing when her eyes lock onto mine, and I relish her doe-eyed stare before she gives me a bright smile. At the sight of her red lips, my heart begins to race, making me involuntarily suck in a deep breath in order to get it to calm down.
"Alexander!" she trills, almost singing my name as I approach her in the lobby. I ignore the multiple stares everyone's giving me.
I throw her my best smile and watch the blush start in her cheeks before spreading to her nose, and even her ears turn bright red.
"It'sAlex. How do you feel, sweetness?" I ask confidently.
My hand glides up her arm as I approach her, then lean down and press my lips to her cheek in a chaste kiss. Trying to let her know without words that I didn't do any of this because I expect sex from her. I did this because I want to see her smile, I want her to feel pleasure, and I desire for her to feel cherished.
Feeling my skin warm as a tingle races down my spine that causes me to straighten slightly and lock my body down, I breathe deeply, catching something slightly different with her scent tonight.
Her blush deepens. "Hey, isn't thatmyline?" she jokes.
I feel my heart skip a beat when she places her hand softly on my chest. My eyes flicker from hers to the gentle swell in her arm, seeing the smooth expanse of skin there decorated with delicate gold bracelets. I move my hand, seeing her flush again when I encircle her wrist to inspect her new bracelet.
"Do you like it?" I ask inquisitively, tilting my head as I pierce her with a stare that I know is full of lust. She can tell, too.
