Page 49 of What Alex Wants…He Gets

He always looked so perfectly put together. Expensive suits, killer shoes, gleaming cuff links. And the cologne he wore… I loved that scent and I loved it even more that I could smell it everywhere in his apartment when he wasn’t here. God, I was so addicted to everything about this man.

“Are we done fighting?” I asked.

“Yeah, we’re done.” His voice sounded heavy and that worried me.

“Long day?”

“Long day,” he repeated.

“We both work too hard I think.”

His low rumble of laugher vibrated through me. “You’re probably right. All the more reason for us to be together here, don’t you think?”

My stomach tumbled at his words. The idea that he wanted me here all the time was actually kind of sweet once I thought about it. I’d jumped to conclusions and that sucked. I wanted to be honest about my feelings, but it wasn’t easy. I’d been an idiot once before and I struggled with the fear of doing that again.

Alex isn’t Bill,I told myself. Not even remotely.

But the truth was, despite my big plan for a free night of sexual adventure, this had turned into something so much more.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” I blurted without thinking. “And that scares the hell out of me.”

I felt his reaction instead of seeing it. His body stiffened next to mine. His fingers stilled where they brushed my arm. And I was almost positive I’d heard a sharp intake of breath.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What had I done?

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