Page 25 of Not So Casual

But it’s not only fucking that we do.

After we fuck, we go to his condo, where he either cooks us dinner or we order in. On Monday, we stayed up watching a movie before I fell asleep in his arms and had to race home in the morning to change my clothes. On Tuesday, I was more prepared and brought over a change of clothes in case I slept over again.

I did.

Last night, we made it back to his condo and didn’t have sex again. We ate dinner, made plans for this weekend and talked until we fell asleep. I know Alexander said he only does casual, but my stupid heart keeps wanting more.

Today has gone by so slowly. I’ve been trying to keep myself busy, but I'm anxiously waiting for what will happen tonight. Alexander has had a few meetings today, including a pitch meeting with a new company. Since the pitch meetings usually take a long time and are behind closed doors, I’ve barely been able to get my eyes on him.

The phone on my desk rings and I quickly pick it up, the phone tumbling around in my hand.

“In my office, now.” His gruff voice cuts through the phone, causing a whine to spill from my mouth.

“Fuck, yes,” I whisper, hanging up the phone and racing inside.

After locking the door, I make my way over to Alexander and am about to drop to my knees when he stops me, grabbing my arm.

“No, wait.”

“Hmm.” I reply, my body thrumming with desire at getting to touch him.

“I uh…” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I want to take you out to dinner?”

“Take me… Out… To… Dinner,” I repeat like an idiot.

“Yeah. Tonight. Instead of heading back to my condo. I thought maybe we could go out for dinner instead. If you’re up for it?” Alexander looks around the office, and for the first time since I met him, he actually looks nervous.

“Yes.” Nodding my head eagerly, I squeal out, “Do I have time to change?”

“Of course. How about you head home, and I’ll come pick you up at seven?”

“Sounds good.”

Walking backward, I’m giddy with excitement, the biggest smile on my face. I send Alexander a small wave and turn around, barely catching myself before I walk into the door. Looking back, I see Alexander holding in a laugh and I chuckle softly, before twisting the handle and making my way out.

Gathering up all my stuff, I make my way to the elevator, my mind reeling on this turn of events. I went in there expecting to get fucked six ways to Sunday, and instead I walked out with a plan to go out to dinner. Kinda like a date.

Wait.

A date?

Shaking my head, I scoff, rolling my eyes. It’s not a date. Alexander doesn’t date. I try to think back to the last time I heard Alexander saying he was going out with someone.

The elevator doors spring open, and I walk in, still trying to figure out the last time he went out with someone. Tapping my finger against the cold railing, I close my eyes, remembering Mason.

Ugh. Fucking Mason.

He was the last man that Alexander was serious with. Or at least as serious as Alexander gets. He lasted two whole months. Two months where my heart was slowly splitting open and breaking. I hated the way he would waltz into the office, glaring at me, or the snide remarks he would make as he walked by. Then one day, he stopped showing up and I never heard his name again.

The elevator pings open and I step out, side stepping the people waiting. Making my way to my car, I get in, driving home in a daze. Even though I know this isn’t a date, I still have butterflies in my stomach. A nervousness I’m unable to shake.

I’m so damn helpless when it comes to him.

Showering quickly, I rush through washing my body and my hair before I jump out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I step in front of the mirror, using my hand to wipe away the condensation. I grab the hair gel on the counter and squirt some onto my palm before massaging it into my hair. Styling my hair to the right, I scoff, hating how that looks. Pushing it to the left, I laugh, hating how that looks as well.

I’m being ridiculous. It’s just dinner.

I style my hair back, like I do every day, and smile.

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