Page 7 of Pretty Girl

Chapter Seven

It felt like flashes of events within five minutes.

Before she knew it, she was in a massive bathtub of a very expensive estate that overlooked the city. A soothing scent from the bubbles mingled with the steam of hot water.

She sighed and sunk deeper into the water that lapped her shoulders, alleviating the stress and stiff muscles.

No matter how much she wished she could stay forever, she was half way of becoming a prune.

Sophie dried off with what was the fluffiest towel in history and the silky dress fitted her small body perfectly as if it was custom made.

She wiped off the fog on the mirror and saw that her reflection was a lot more healthy than pasty white in the interrogation room.

Everything was so expensive that it was almost a crime at how smooth the hair dryer sounded. It purred, it had to because it gave her chills on how ridiculously satisfying it sounded.

Not even minutes later and her hair was dry and untangled, she set it back on the holder gently.

Her bare feet hit the cool tile floor of a luxurious bedroom with an overview of the city lights, it was beautiful.

But, Alec took her breath away.

It was sinful as to how sexy he looked with his white dress shirt with a few buttons loosen, hair tumbled like he had ran his big hand in them, and the hungry look in his eyes.

He stood to his full height and there was a clear contrast of their height when he invaded her personal space. Not that she was complaining. His hand cupped her flushed cheek and turned her chin up to face him.

She can feel it, the connection between them was electric and heavy.

“I didn’t tell them anything,” her breath hitched as she tried to explain.

“The officer asked if I knew you and I just told him I see you at Eclipse and—”

Sleeping with the fishes, that’s what her unhelpful mind provided.

His thumb gently pressed on her lips and it immediately stopped her rambling.

“Breath, sweet girl.”

“Mr. Lafayette,” eyes wide with innocence and blinked shyly up at him, “I can’t swim.”

Oh, his princess was too adorable.

He had excellent coordination because he walked backwards to the ginormous bed without a single glance and sat down at the soft bed. One little pull of her wrist and she fell into his lap with her dress hiked up obscenely high.

She could feel the heat of his hard chest under the white button-up, abs rippled against her own soft stomach, and thick arm circling around her waist to press her fully into him as if space between them was an offensive thing.

To him, any space between them was unacceptable.

His blue eyes stared into her soul and she shifted in his lips, a small gasp slipped from her lips when she brushed against his hardened cock under the black suit pants.

He grunted, arm tightened as well as pushing her further into his embrace. “Darling girl, I reckon you be still or else.”

A tingle went from her spine to her toes as her soft pink tongue peeked out from those plump lips that he wanted to bite.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he buried his nose into her neck and breath the fresh lavender soap and her own faint feminine scent.

“Mr. Lafayette—”

“Alec, sweet girl. You only call me Alec. No formalities necessary.”

She was such a pretty little thing; pouty lips, wide eyes, and delicately smooth skin. If he was a good man, he’d would have left her alone; the danger of his work, enemies, and even himself possessed some level of harm to her.

He wasn’t even a decent human being.

He gave her time to adjust to his presence through dinner meetings, because it was the right thing to do. The wait was tortuous, she was right there within his grasp and he couldn’t give into his desires. He might be a criminal and a liar, but he was an obsessed man with an awful lot of money to spoil her with.

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