Page 2 of Catch My Fall

Rather than wait and risk embarrassing myself, I head into the restricted area upstairs where my brothers’ offices are, opting to use the bathrooms up here instead.

It’s quieter up here, the air fresher and cooler and the bathrooms a whole lot nicer, after all, I did help design them when my brother first opened this club a few years back.

The lights are off, so my only source of light filters up from the club through the wall of windows that look down over the dancefloor.

Despite having to use the flashlight on my phone so I don’t have to pee in the dark, my bladder thanks me for not having to risk a UTI by waiting in the mile-long queue downstairs.

Once I’m done, I leave the restroom and head for the stairs back to my party, but a voice behind me stops me in my tracks. “Are you enjoying your birthday party?”

I smile to myself as I spin on my heel, my heart leaping in my chest when my eyes meet his. Alec leans back against the wall with his eyes trained on me, his smooth as butter voice making my insides melt.

“I’m having a great time. You? I’ve gotta say it’s a surprise to see you in some normal clothing for once. There’s me thinking you only own seven suits, one for every day of the week.” It’s true, I’ve never seen him in anything that’s not a suit, but tonight he’s wearing a pair of dark jeans and a t-shirt that hugs every deliciously sculpted muscle on his upper body. If he looks this good dressed, my mouth waters at the thought of what he looks like naked.

He chuckles, pushing off the wall and coming to a stop in front of me. “It’s a novelty for me too.” His eyes sweep over me from head to toe and back up again. It makes me shiver.

I picked out my new white, sequined party dress especially for tonight. It ends just above my knees with a small slit on the left that exposes my bare thigh. The thought of Alec seeing me in it was one of the reasons I chose it. I wanted to get his attention, and the way his eyes eat me up, I know my plan worked.

He smiles. “You look stunning, princess.”

Princess. I can’t remember when he started to call me that, but I’ve grown so used to it, I crave to hear it.

“Thank you.”

He goes to speak, but something in his brain tells him not to, all the while his eyes never leave mine. Not once.

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

His eyes drift over me again before coming back to meet mine. “Nothing good,” is all he says, letting me decipher the hidden meaning in his vague reply.

“Are we gonna dance around this thing between us for the rest of our lives? I know I’m not the only one feeling this.”

He steps even closer, so close I can smell the notes of sandalwood in his cologne. Even in the four inch heels I’m wearing, he still towers over me. “But it’s a beautiful dance, isn’t it?”

“It’d be better if it was a horizontal dance with a lot less clothing,” I shoot back.

“Here? With all those people down there?”

“I don’t care about them.”

A small smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. “I should warn you to be careful what you wish for, princess. If you were mine, you’d be exactly that. Mine. For my eyes only.”

“And would you be mine?”

His stormy eyes flick back up to meet my own. “I’d be whatever you want me to be, princess.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I go to speak the words I’ve wanted to say for months. “I want you to kiss me on my birthday.”

He swallows hard. “I don’t think I should.”

“Why?”

He reaches up and swipes a piece of hair behind my ear, letting the tips of his fingers linger on my cheek. Just the slightest brush of his fingers has an inferno raging under my skin where we’re connected.

“Because I already know that one kiss of your lips will never be enough for me.”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“Aside from the fact your brother, my boss would have my balls if I lay a hand on you.”

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