Page 52 of The Rules Of Attraction
“Can’t get through, “ he smiled that dazzling smile that showed off his perfect, straight, white teeth. In the bright sunlight his face lit up even more and his hair looked lighter.
I didn’t think it was possible for the man to look any better than he already did, but seemed like I was proven wrong, and it didn’t help that he was giving me that obvious, completely overt look of sex.
That was the best way I could describe it. The look looked like sex.
I’d never come across anyone who was so open about sex before and did nothing to hide their intentions or thoughts. I thought Eilesh was bad but Alex was something else.
“Good sleep?”
“Really good.” I offered him a smile. “Thank you, for everything, and a massive thanks for the clothes, and shoes, but I can’t take them. It’s too much. Far too much. As obsessed as I am with shoes , I can’t take them.” I shook my head.
“If you’re obsessed you have to take them, plus this is one thing I’m not taking no for an answer on. You need clothes and shoes.”
“Alex they are all designer things. God, how much did you spend? At least let me pay you back.” I had the feeling that I would spend the year doing that, but I still had to offer.
He moved over to me, stopped just in front of me and reached for the ends of my ponytail that hung down the side of my left shoulder.
Closeness. It lulled me into the captivation of him just like it first did at the club.
“No, think of it as your uniform.” The scent of his woodland aftershave surrounded me, and his presence… was too much. Everything about him reached into me and I found my nipples pebbling just from him twisting the ends of my hair around his thumb and his heated gaze.
I pulled in a steady breath to clear my head and regain some of my composure.
“You bought me lingerie. That is not uniform for a law firm.”
“Since when?” He smirked with that cocky smile. Eyes flickering with sin.
“Since always.” I informed him.
Closer, he leaned in closer and I didn’t have the instinct to move away.
“Did you try it on?”
“No.”
“You should have, babe, and kept the bra on. You can’t walk around with pointed nipples, looking aroused if you don’t want me to get the wrong idea.”
To my horror his eyes landed on my breasts and lingered over my said pointed nipples.
I jumped back and covered myself.
All he did was laugh.
“It’s not funny.” I was appalled at myself and my stupid body.
“It kind of is, baby,” he chuckled and stepped back to lean against the back of the sofa.
“How is it funny?” I retorted.
“I’m not going into details for fear that you may leave.” He shook his head.
“What details? No one talks like you, as if we’re talking about food.”
“Angel, stop please,” he held up his hands. “I’m conjuring the image of me eating you in the purely sexual sense. Let’s talk about something else.”
God, this was going to be impossible.
“What time is it, and is the office open on Saturdays?”
