Page 33 of Alpha Daddy

Not until I’ve taken the heat blocker.

Then, it might be a different story.A better story with Alessandro burying his cock in me, knotting me.

“Fuck,” I groan, fighting for a distraction. Slick has already started to form, soaking my underwear and bleeding into my pants, so I try to think of something that will take my mind off things, literally anything to beat back the arousing thoughts determined to take over my body.

Thank the gods I only have one more night, less than twenty-four hours, before I can act on the carnal desires making my core ache with need.If Alessandro is willing.

At the end of the night, I take my time cleaning, letting Sara go home early as I slowly drag the mop across the entire dining room floor, waiting for the kitchen staff to leave. I want a few minutes alone with Alessandro, to let him know I won’t be going back to his house tonight.

One night was lovely, sleeping in a plush, comfortable bed and lounging around as long as possible, but I don’t need to make a habit of it.

Not to mention, the mere thought of him has me soaking my pants in slick, and I know what going to his house tonight will do to me.

No, it can’t be tonight.

He seems to have the same idea about waiting until everyone has gone for the night, because he lets the manager leave early and offers to clean up and shut down the cash registers as well. Finally, when it’s just the two of us left, he gestures for me to take a seat across from him.

Nervously, I plop the mop into the bucket and have a seat at the bar, avoiding meeting his eyes for fear that I’ll drench my pants and soak the barstool.

“You did a fantastic job today,” he says. “You’ve really caught on, considering you’ve never waited tables before. I’m proud of you.”

The compliment warms my cheeks. “Thank you.”

“If you want to stay at my place again tonight, you’re more than welcome to,” he says, wiping down the bar a final time before tossing the towel to the side. “Again, nothing’s going to happen. I just want to make sure you’re somewhere safe tonight. That’s all.”

I hesitate, already knowing the answer I have to give but not wanting to give it.

Of course, I’d love nothing more than to follow him home and sleep in the guest room again, but I’m too nervous, too terrified to risk it.

“That’s okay,” I assure him, still avoiding his eyes. “I’m just going to stay in the car tonight, but I appreciate the offer.”

It feels wrong to claim the opposite of how I feel, the words leaving a bad taste in my mouth, but I know it has to be this way.

For a long second, he doesn’t say anything, and I finally give in to the temptation to look at him. His face is mostly unreadable, but his eyes are soft, hinted with something I never would have expected. Is that disappointment?Surely not. After all, he’s just being kind. Right?

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice tender. “Was it something I did or said?”

I shake my head. “No, nothing like that. I just… I’d feel more comfortable staying in the car tonight. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning here in town. Gotta get some allergy meds refilled, so I’ll already be close to the clinic. I promise it’s fine.”

“Okay then.” He nods slowly, his shoulders sagging a little as he continues. “You can leave when you finish mopping.”

He turns to head for the office, and it’s painful watching him walk away. There’s no doubt in my mind now–he is, in fact, disappointed by my decision to stay away–but if he knew the truth, he’d thank me.

This is what’s best for me, if not both of us.

I finish mopping and do a once over of the dining room to make sure everything is in order. Alessandro never returns from the office, which leads me to believe he’s finishing up paperwork for the day, or maybe he’s actively avoiding me now. As tempted as I am to peek my head in to say goodnight, I refrain.

Something about the way he walked away makes me think he’d rather be alone right now, and I don’t want to disturb his peace. Besides, I’m exhausted, and my eyelids are starting to droop. I can’t wait to curl up and go to sleep, knowing what tomorrow holds, so I silently tell him goodnight instead, as though he can hear my thoughts.

With a final look back across the restaurant, I head out the front door to the tinkling of a little bell and make my way down the sidewalk.

thirteen

ALESSANDRO

Going home to an empty house is more disappointing than I would have thought possible, especially considering I’ve lived on my own for years now. It’s never bothered me before.

Even though it was just for a night, Jessa’s presence breathed life into this old shell of a house. It might be filled with elaborate things, hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of shit, but it’s still empty. A husk of what a home should be, nothing more.

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