Page 28 of At My Worst

“Are you off work?” He asks.

I nod. “Yes.”

“Did you get some writing done?” He asks in a curious voice.

I nod again. “Yeah, not as much as I wanted, but I got some done.”

He tilts his head and slowly walks into me, forcing me against the door. He places his hands on either side of my head.

“Are you sure you are okay?” He asks me again.

I am so used to saying I am good that I am fine; it is just my natural response when someone asks. I have a feeling that he is looking for more than just my automatic answers.

“Yeah, just got lost in some memories, that’s all,” I say, trying to give him a little more without giving him too much.

“Wanna talk about it?”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

He leans in and rests his lips against my ear as he lowers one hand and starts to gently run his fingertips across the swell of my breasts, making my stomach fill with butterflies.

“I have a place I want to show you,” he whispers into my ear.

“You do?”

He pulls back and nods.

“Where?” I ask. I have never been good with surprises. I always give in and tell the person I’m trying to keep the secret from, but fuck, it is hard.

“Ever wanted to fuck a stranger by a waterfall?” He asks in a low, dark voice.

“What?” I ask, trying to make sure I heard him right.

He laughs and leans in, kissing my lips quickly, and then he pulls back before I can lean into him.

“I want to fuck you at the waterfall,” he says confidently.

“Okay” is all I can say.

One thing about Alexander is he is not afraid to state what he wants. He is not ashamed of his desires or mine and is more upfront than I am. I have winds of courage, but not all the time. Now, give me booze, and it gives me all the courage I need. Sober, I have to feel, I don’t know, sassier, I guess. Right now is not that moment, but he doesn’t seem to need a moment.

It is one of the things I love about him. He is never ashamed and never afraid to show me that he wants me physically. It is refreshing, if I am being honest.

“I think that will replace any memories you are drowning in now, don’t you?” He asks with a smirk.

“Yes, I think that would help.”

“Hmm, I will make sure it does more than just help baby,” he whispers in that sexy-ass low voice he does when he is about to rip me the fuck apart.

Fuck.

He pulls back and drops his hands, taking his warmth and smell with him.

“I will get dressed, and we can go.”

“Okay, I will wait here,” he says softly.

I turn and look at the laptop and look back at Alexander. I quickly walk over to the table and close my computer.

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