Page 38 of Tamed By You

“I’m not Batman, babe, but if you need a code, I can get on board with that, I’d quite enjoy seeing ‘SOS, Ali Hart needs you to ruin her pussy’, flash up on my phone.” He grins as if he’s imagining it. “Yeah, I like the sound of that.”

Rolling my eyes I shove his chest. “You're such an ass, you know that right.”

“Don’t pretend you don't like it, Ali Cat. My charm is what got your panties off in the first place,” he winks, “look, if and whenI'm in New York, if we are free and we wanna hook up, we text and if we aren't, then no biggie, but I know I can’t say this won’t happen again.”

I nod. “And no one can know, especially Jack and Ria, they will have us walking up the aisle behind them,” I stress.

He laughs “They really would.” Looking into my eyes for a beat longer than I’d like because when he looks at me like that it makes me want to forget my rules and stay. Needing to break the tension I say, “Okay, when you’re back in New York next, let me know and if I’m free we can hook up. If not, I’ll see you at the wedding?” He doesn't respond, just simply nods.

I press a quick kiss to his lips and climb off his lap. “Wait, you're really leaving?” He jumps up, watching me as I get dressed.

“Yeah,” I say reaching for my heels and purse. “I have three rules for this deal.” I hold my finger in the air. “One, my bra stays on. That’s a no-go zone.” I hold a second finger. “Two, no deep personal questions.” Holding up a third finger, I say, “And three, no sleepovers. We do what we do and then you leave, or I leave depending on where we are.”

He looks at me with a quizzical expression. “I think I can get on board with that but I’m going to win you over with the sleepovers. I’m a great sleepover buddy.”

“I’m sure you are… laters, H.” I blow him a kiss walking backwards to the door.

“Laters, Ali Cat.”

I tiptoe through the boys’ suite and creep into mine, closing the door quietly behind me and make my way through the dimly lit hallway to my room. I flop down on the bed and stare up at the ceiling.

Have I just made the best or worst deal of my life? Only time will tell, but one thing’s for sure, it can’t ever be more than justsex with him, because I get the feeling if I open up my heart to him, I risk getting hurt, and I don’t think I’ll survive it.

Chapter Fifteen

Ali

It’s been a week since Vegas and all I've thought about is Harry fucking Walker. I can't concentrate, sleep has been non-existent, and it will be at least a month till I see him again at the wedding.

“And you'll order those samples, Alice. We need them by Monday.”

I look up from the notepad I was doodling on. “Uh, yeah sure, I’ll do that this afternoon.” I smile, realizing I’ve just zoned out in the middle of a work meeting.

Fucking Harry.

“Okay, great work everyone. I think this spread will be the magazine’s best one. We’ll get together again Monday,” My boss Diana says dismissing us. We all walk out of the meeting room and head down to where our offices are.

“Hey, where did your head go in that meeting?” Brooke asks. Brooke is fun, short brunette hair, legs for days. She works in the same department as me and she’s my go-to girl for a wild night along with her friend Cassidy.

“Erm, I dunno, just stressing about this spread. Diana will go nuts if it’s not a success.”

“You need some fun.”

“Brooke, I just got back from Vegas.”

“Look, me and my friend Cassidy were gonna hit The Boardroom tonight. They have a celebrity DJ. You heard of it?”

“Yeah, my friends own it.”

“What? How did we not know this? Girl get us on that VIP list,” she cries, excitement dancing in her green eyes.

“Okay, sure." Gabby is out of town tonight. Ria’s visiting Jack's parents, so I won’t be seeing her for a catch up. I'd be alone, so why not. “Sure, I'll come.”

She claps, jumping up and down. “Yesss, meet us at 9 pm at Rosa’s Bar for cocktails and then we will hit The Boardroom.”

I nod as I walk into my shared office and slump into my cream office chair. I spin to look out at the view of New York. I love my job as a stylist assistant, but my dream is to be a head stylist. To get there I have to work my way up, so if I have to listen to Diana bark orders at me for a few years, I’ll suck it up.

I text Brad, as he will be the only one working this weekend.

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