Page 158 of The Lost Zone
“But you sent me to Belvedere to change me,” Alex said earnestly. “And Ihavechanged.”
“Can it be possible?” There was a small light of hope in Tyler’s eyes. Alex was giving him a way out other than mutual destruction. Would he take it?
“I’ve been trying to prove it to you. What more can I do?” Alex asked helplessly.
Tyler stared at him, his expression oscillating between scepticism and hope. Alex expected to be thrown out again, as he had been so many times before, because Tyler clearly couldn’t live with the cognitive dissonance of his own doubts. Then he saw the desire in there, warring with Tyler’s other emotions, and he seized on it.
Leaning forward, he gently pressed his lips to Tyler’s, just as he had in the duck. Tyler sighed, accepting the kiss eagerly. Alex felt a great wave of something pass through Tyler, something deep and heartfelt, a need to be loved – alongingto be loved. He felt almost dirty as he preyed upon that need. Of all the things he’d expected to pass between them, it wasn’t this.
Tyler swept him up into his arms and pressed him back down on the bed. Alex smiled up at him, caressing his cheek gently with his hand.
“Please make love to me,” he whispered, using the word deliberately, needing to know if his suspicions were correct. Not fucking.Love.Tyler’s eyes went dark, and he gathered Alex up and kissed him repeatedly.
That’s when Alex knew the truth. That for all his money, power, and ruthless ambition, George Tyler was a lonely man who wanted to be loved. It felt wrong, cruel even, to play with his emotions like this, but Alex was beyond caring.
If this was what it took, then he’d do it.
End of Book Three
