Page 4 of Rushing Her: Seattle, Westerners
“Come by, please, Bray.” This time, when he turns to me, his eyes convey deep emotion. Regret, possibly. I don’t get it, so I nod.
“Sure. I’ll stop by before I drive back home.”
“Okay. Well, I have to mingle.” He makes his escape, and I go looking for my girl.
Alexandra
Ifeel like shit. I’ve been cramping all day, and my boobs are so sensitive that it took everything for me to get my strapless bra on without screaming and giving up. I called the doctor’s office, but the on-call service informed me that she was out of town for the weekend, so I would need to go to the hospital if necessary. I looked up the medication I was given, and in some rare instances, these symptoms can occur.
To make matters worse, as I stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, a chill raced down my spine, and I turned to find cerulean eyes staring me down. Eyes I couldn’t recall, but the woman was dressed in a brightly colored mini Bodycon dress with cutouts just above and below her breasts—exposing her cleavage—then at her midriff. It was not black-tie appropriate butwasmeant to draw attention. Rather tacky, as far as I’m concerned. Large fabric flowers accentuated each of the cutouts, and something about the yellow color and the glint in her eyes made me think of the woman from the doctor’s office lobby on Thursday. However, this woman had ebony hair, not blonde.
She was causing a scene about needing to get to her boyfriend, and security wouldn’t let her in. When she noticed me looking at her, she yelled at me and asked what the fuck I was looking at. She called me a bitch, and security escorted her out.
I’m still shaking from that interaction as Coach Winters walks over to me.
“Hello, Alexandra, you look as beautiful as ever.” His voice sounds weaker than I remember. It’s not as strong and assured as before.
“Hello, Coach Winters.” I go for formal because this man and I don’t get along very well at all.
“I’d like to apologize to you.” He leans toward me and whispers for only me to hear. Everything in me locks up. Could he possibly mean what I think he does? “He lost his heart.” Coach nods across the room, and that’s when I lay eyes on him.
From the moment I stepped into the room, I felt his presence, just like every other time. I planned to steer clear, or I’d jump his bones. Provocative dreams about him haunted me throughout last night. I’ve dreamed of our sex life many times before, but nothing like this. I woke up orgasming just from a dream and my fingers between my legs.
There the man stands in all his glory. He’s so freaking sexy, and knows it, too. He has never lacked confidence in himself or his appearance, and when he started going bald, he decided to shave his head, still remaining handsome.
Brayden is adorned in jet black, the sparkle of his diamond earrings, Rolex watch, and silver belt buckle the only other color. His topaz-blue eyes shine bright as he stares us down. I shift in my heels as an image of his head between my thighs, with my hands gripping his ears, flashes in my mind.
“I shouldn’t have done that. I just wanted you to know.” Coach Winters’ voice snaps me out of my thoughts, but I continue to turn toward Bray.
“There is nothing to apologize for. Congratulations on your retirement,” I reply, then ask the burning question, “Why did you want me here?” He personally had the university reach out to me and beg me to attend.
“I needed you to know before it’s too late that I shouldn’t have interfered. It’s one of my greatest regrets. I should never have forced you to make that promise.”
I bristle, and my gut clenches with nausea. Shaking my head, I hold back a huff and say, “It’s too late already. Life has moved on. Have a good evening.”
Walking off, shaking my head, I search for my seat, and when I reach the correct table, I stare in disbelief. My seat card has been placed alongside Brayden’s.
I can’t do this; I need to get out of here. My appearance has been made, and I learned the reason for my invitation, so there’s no reason for me to stay.
A strong hand wraps around my exposed arm just as I’m about to run. The palm is warm, and electrical shocks travel along my skin. It’s him; I know it before turning to gaze up into his eyes. Even in my four-inch heels, he’s taller than I.
“Trying to run off, Lexi?” Onlyhehas ever called me that. Attempting to control the shiver working up my spine causes me to tremble. He smirks as he looks down at me. “You still have the same effect on me, too,” he confesses, and with his other hand, he pulls out my chair. “Don’t chicken out now.” He cocks his brow.
His ears weren’t pierced when we dated, but it makes him look tempting. A couple of years ago, he posed shirtless for some magazine, and I noticed he also had pierced nipples. His arrogance is on full display tonight. He knows how attractive he is.
Never one to back down from a challenge, I sit in the offered chair. As he pushes me in, I catch a whiff of his expensive cologne. It’s all Bray. Memories flash of us cuddling together, of him kissing me, and that last day I walked away from him. Nipping my bottom lip between my teeth, I hold onto that image.
“I want to bite that plump flesh. If you keep doing that, I’ll do it right here in front of everyone. Stop.”
His husky voice is like a direct connection to my throbbing clit, but the command conjures up an image of my favorite book by my one-click author, KL Donn. The hero orders the heroine around, precisely what Bray is doing to me right now. Impulsively, my eyes drop as I release my lip.
“Baby, we are going to be exploring this submission later.”
Startled, I return my gaze to him.
I can’t do that. I shouldn’t do that.
He reaches out and pushes my chin up as my mouth pops open in shock. We explored Dom/sub relationships before, but the fact that he remembers astonishes me. I’ve never trusted another man the way I did him, so it was not an option.
