Chapter 133
In the hallway, the press entourage was gone. There wasn't a reporter in sight. I took the elevator, and, downstairs, a blonde woman in a rose-colored suit and matching high heels approached. "Mr. Ambrose, do you have a minute? I'm Jessica Sanders with WTNG News."
I stopped and looked into her eyes. I was about to say no, but I nodded reluctantly. "What would you like to know?"
"Maybe we can discuss this over a drink?" she asked. Obviously, she had waited for me to come down all day.
I shook my head. "No, but if you have something to ask, then shoot."
She nodded, obvious disappointment prominent in her eyes. "Would you mind if I record this?"
I let out an exasperated breath. "Make it quick. I have somewhere to go."
She snapped on a hand micro-recorder in her hand. "What hospital were you talking about? The one with the children?"
"The Maria Fareri Children's Hospital here in New York."
"What is your goal for the hospital?"
I let out another breath as I looked away. "I think I made that clear at the press conference. Next question."
She studied my face for a moment, and then asked, "Is there anyone special in your life?"
"No comment."
"You were in a band Westward in Nashville and toured years ago. What made you stop?"
I shrugged. "I grew up, I guess." There was no way that I was going to discuss that part of my life with someone just looking for a scoop.
As if reading my mind, she soldiered on. "It's rumored that you were with the singer, Alyssa Case, at that time. Is that true?"
"No comment," I said as I quickly walked away. I had no intention of discussing my personal life, let alone Alyssa, with a reporter. Obviously, Jessica hadn't discovered the whole story and was just fishing. But I wasn't about to give it to her.
I jumped into my Jaguar before any other reporters spotted me, and quickly pulled out of the parking garage. As I drove down the city streets of Manhattan, I was thinking so much of Alyssa that I paid no attention. Luckily, the car seemed to know the way home. As I pulled into my parking spot in the garage at my building, I left my briefcase in the car and hurried to the elevator. But instead of hitting the button for my own floor, I hit the thirtieth floor instead and headed toward Alyssa's condo. For a moment, I wondered if she might have company, but she had told me that it was over with that other guy. Then again, she might be working late. But as I rang her bell, I didn't care. I needed to see her.
Alyssa opened her door a moment later. "Logan!" she said as her face lit up. She was dressed in jeans, a long T-shirt, was barefoot, and her hair cascaded over her shoulders, a waterfall of blonde waves. "Would you like to come in for a drink?"
"I thought you'd never ask," I said as I scooped her up and carried her toward her bedroom.
She giggled as she threw her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. "What are you doing?"
I shrugged as I kicked open her bedroom door. "I had a good day," I said as I laid her on her bed and her blonde hair cascaded over her pillow. "Besides, I missed you."
"I missed you, too," she said, but before she could say more, my lips descended upon hers, making verbal communication impossible.
My lips kissed her with a ferocity that I hadn't known in years as my heart soared, ready to burst with the amount of love that it held. I knew I was setting myself up for heartbreak. If she woke up one day and decided that she didn't want this, that she didn't want me, I would be devastated, never to recover. But at this moment, I didn't care. The only person I cared about was Alyssa my Allie.
But she didn't stop me as I slipped my hands down her sides, gripped the end of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, exposing her front fastening bra that she had been so fond of long ago. My eyes looked hungrily over her body, and she was still just as beautiful, just as lovely as she had been when she was eighteen. But now, at twenty-eight, she looked even better. Even though she was still thin and hadn't gained an ounce, she had more curves. She was no longer a girl, but had grown into a lovely, beautiful woman.
I ran my hands down her body, memorizing every curve, and then looked into her eyes. "Are you okay with this?"
She nodded, smiling weakly. "More than okay, but what's gotten into you?"
I shrugged. "I just feel happy."
She smiled. "So do I." Then, she rolled me over and straddled my body. My erection was prominent through my trousers and hit against her jeans. All of a sudden, an overwhelming feeling washed over me. I wanted to feel her, to be inside of her, to feel her around me.
"I think we can get rid of these," I said, reaching for the buttons on her jeans as my breath quickened in anticipation.
"If you say so, Mr. Senator," she teased as she rose up and let me unsheathe her beautiful, long legs as her jeans fell to the floor.
I laughed. "Well, not yet."
"Soon, then," she whispered as she pushed me back gently against the bed, repositioning her heat over my cock. I could feel her pussy through the thin fabric of my pants, but I wanted, needed, to feel her. "And I think we need to get rid of these, too," she said as she slowly unfastened my belt. I raised up as she pulled it off me. To my amusement, she folded it in half and then snapped it, the sound of leather on leather resonating throughout the room. "I seem to recall a time when you tied me to the bed. Hum I wonder "
I laughed. "Go for it," I said as I held my arms out.
She bit her lower lip as a look of empowerment entered her eyes. "Put your wrists together." I complied, and she belted my wrists. Then, she raised them over my head and tied them to her metal headboard. "Too tight?"
I shook my head, clearly amused. "Well, now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?"
She rose up and studied me a bit. "Oh. So many options," she teased.
My breath quickened in anticipation. I was so turned on that my cock was like iron and she hadn't even touched me yet.
