Page 71 of Heart of Stone

“I love this song!” I shouted to the empty bedroom.

And it was a sexy song too. I danced around my room, not caring that I probably looked like an idiot. It felt good. It made me wonder what it would be like with Alexander – to feel him inside me for the first time. A shiver of anticipation ran through me at the thought.

Lost in my own little what-if sexual fantasies, a loud knock at the door of my apartment had me leaping out of my skin, interrupting the solo dance routine that I had been rocking.

“Krystina! Open up,” came Alexander’s voice loudly through the door.

Oh. My. God. He’s here. At my apartment.

I quickly went to the door, as fast as my inebriated state would allow, bumping into half the furniture along the way. I opened the door and there he stood. I hungrily drank in every glorious sexy inch of him.

“I’ve been knocking for five minutes. Why didn’t you answer sooner?” he demanded.

“Well, hello to you too,” I said, eyeing him up and down. I went to lean against the doorjamb, only to miss it entirely and almost fell over. Alexander grabbed my arm to steady me. He gave me a quick once over, a frown forming on his beautiful face.

“You’re trashed,” he said with obvious annoyance.

“Maybe a little. How’d ya get here so fast anyways?”

“If you had paid any attention earlier, you’d know that I don’t live far from here.”

“Well, isn’t that just handy? Wanna grab a quickie?” I asked suggestively.

“No,” he said firmly, brushing past me to enter my apartment. He walked around the apartment, opening doors and peering into rooms. “Why the fuck are you drunk, Krystina?” he snapped over his shoulder.

“Did you just come here to yell at me, Stone?”

“I came to make sure that you were okay and to put you to bed,” he said.

His tone was so stern and it was a total turn on. I wanted to pounce on him and have my way with his body, just like he did to me in the penthouse.

He had changed his cloths from earlier and was no longer wearing jeans and a button down. Now he was in running pants and a t-shirt. I looked at the elastic waistband around his hips and thought about how easy it would be to slide the pants right down past his knees.

“Oh, you can put me to bed alright. But only if you’re going to join me,” I offered seductively when he came back over to where I was standing.

“Where’s your roommate?” he asked, ignoring my insinuation.

“She’s not home. She’s probably off having some hot and steamy makeup sex with her boyfriend.” I brought my hands to his hips and tried to slip them inside the stretchy material around his waist.

“Is that so?” He gently removed my hands and turned me around towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms.

I just want to touch him.Why is he being so difficult?

“Yeppers. But apparently she’s the only one,” I said in frustration. “My vagina just collects cobwebs. Except for earlier tonight. You managed to remove some of them for me. Want to remove a few more?” I asked him, trying to flash the best come-hither look that I could muster as he ushered me into my bedroom.

“I hear you’re listening to the music that I loaded on to your phone. That was probably not a very good idea tonight,” he said, moving to the stereo to turn it off.

“Why not?”

“Apparently, my ‘Persuasion’ list worked. Along with a bottle of wine,” he added, pointing to the empty bottle on my nightstand. His expression was amused as he turned down the blankets of my bed.

“You know…I think you’re right. That’s a dirty trick you pulled on me, Stone. Using music to persuade me…”

“Climb into bed, angel. You need to sleep.”

“You didn’t answer me before. Are you coming to bed with me?”

“No, Krystina. I’m not coming to bed with you.”

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