Page 9 of Meant for Them
He lets out a little growl and then steps closer. “You know that's not true, so cut that shit out. Don't worry, I won't touch you until you're begging me to.”
I finish with what I'm doing and then carefully back up so I can stand. I lean on the dry mop handle and wipe off my brow. “You seem pretty confident that that's going to happen.”
“We'll see. I'm going to need you in the bathroom; the vanity lights need to be dusted.”
“Yes sir.” Luckily, he has a duster with an extendable handle, so my heels are enough to reach what he wants. Then I hear his washer finish the cycle, so I go to switch that before returning.
When I get back, he's exactly where I left him, leaning against the wall, staring at his bed.
“Where do you keep your spare sheets? I could wait until those ones are dry if needed, but I figured knowing you, you probably have an extra set or two.”
“Linen closet in the bathroom. They're all the same color, can't miss them.”
I ignore him as I grab them, and as I'm making his bed for him, I realize he's got the perfect view. He's watching me stretch and reach over his bed, my breasts brushing against his sheets.
Once the fitted sheet is on, he stops me before I put the flat on. “Do me a favor, would you? Get on that bed and roll around for me. I want your scent in my sheets tonight. No, not quick like that. Stay there for a minute. In fact, I'm going to set a timer on my phone. You're going to climb up there and stay there for 45 minutes so it gets everywhere. I want you to move every few minutes. Relax for a bit. Take a nap if you need to, I know you didn't sleep well last night. Just don't get off until this timer goes off, you hear? I'll be downstairs in the office in the meantime.”
At least I know he's not worried about offending any other females he might be pulling in here. If my scent is all over the sheets, nobody will want to be in here with him.
I do a pretty thorough job. Then when I put his pillowcases back on, I slip off my panties that match the bra I'm wearing, and I stuff those into the pillowcase in a way that he won't be able to tell they're there unless he reaches a hand in. I even rub them against my skin really good first, which seems so dirty and wrong. Kind of wish I could be here when he notices them, butif I crawl into bed with him, the jig is up. I might be fighting a losing battle, but I can last more than a day.
His bed is even more comfortable than the one I slept in last night, or tried to sleep in any way, so it's not like it's hard work to lay on it and stretch out and move around. Would it be incredibly wrong of me to touch myself? Fuck it. He wants my scent on these sheets, then he's going to get my scent on these sheets.
At this point I don't think I have all that long left in my sentence, so I’ll have to make it quick, but I roll on my stomach and slip my hand between my thighs, mentally replaying the husky sound of Alex’s voice when he saw me cleaning a little while ago under his bed. I replay the way his eyes took me in as I dusted for him, reaching up, his eyes burning a hole in my side.
It's pretty easy to get myself where I need to be at that point, over in a matter of minutes. Not the most satisfying orgasm I've ever given myself, but I still feel pretty damn good about it.
I readjust my skirt and close my legs, pulling the flat sheet over me as I close my eyes for a minute.
Or at least I intended to do it for only a minute. Before I know it, I hear high heels stomping into the room, snapping me out of my sleep and I was out so hard that I'm dizzy for a second when I sit up.
“Lunch is ready, Alex.” Rayna stops instantly when she sees me in his bed, ready to fight. Eyes narrowed, she really thinks she’s going to intimidate me. “What the fuck are you doing there? Sleeping on the job already? Better hope Alex doesn't find out. He'll fire you so quick. Actually, maybe I'll go tell him now. That sounds like a great idea.” Her heels click down the hall to where I’m assuming his office is. I’m not sure why she bothered cominginto his room first instead of just going straight to his office, but that kind of pisses me off. She feels way too comfortable here.
Then again, why do I care? Alex and I aren't together. I have no right to be territorial over him. Even if there's a voice in my head telling me I sure as hell do, I ignore that. I’ve been on my own this long, so there’s no need to change that.
My stomach is trying to eat itself by the time I’m done re-organizing his closet, making sure his clothes are color coded and his shoes are all pointing the same direction and his ties are tidy.
It’s oddly calming being amongst his things. And he doesn’t need to know that.
“Morgan, lunch.”
I pop my head out of his walk-in and run my eyes over him on instinct.
“Don’t even bother telling me you’re not hungry or that you’ll eat later. You’re fucking eating with me. Unless you want me throwing you over my shoulder and carting you down there again, I suggest you get your cute ass over here.”
I only make it two steps past him before he’s grabbing me by the hand and towing me right back to his closet though. “One second.”
His breath is sweet and minty, brushing over my face and making my eyelashes flutter. He grabs a soft white t-shirt from his drawers and gently pulls it over my head, and it’s the first time he’s purposely touched me today, so it packs a punch.
His fingers linger and skim down the sides of my neck as he works the shirt over my torso, guiding my hands through the holes like I’m a toddler, but it’s…sweet.
He even dips his hands into the collar of the shirt to gently pull my hair out of it, fluffing it around my shoulders and arranging it how he wants it to be. “There. I like you covered up in front of other people. The rest is just for me.”
I don’t know what to say to that as he grabs my hand, walking past the bed. He stops in his tracks before we bypass it completely and inhales, his eyes dilating as he turns to me.
He susses my panties out in a matter of seconds, and he’s definitely not mad about them. “Fuck. You took that job seriously, didn’t you? Good job, baby.” And he puts them in his fucking pocket.
Thenhe takes me by the hand down to the dining room and pulls my chair out for me, which only confuses me further. “I’ll keep them safe,” he whispers into my ear before he takes a seat across from me, snapping out his cloth napkin and laying it over his lap.
