TEN
Yalda wasn’t drunk at all; she was uneasy and almost nauseous. Everything about the evening suddenly bothered her, from the music to the people present. She had tried to leave, but Jaxon had stopped her, saying he was enjoying her company and was looking forward to dancing with her.
She could tell that Alexander wanted her to leave; the look in his eyes had been enough to tell her everything she needed to know. But then, he had eventually stopped looking at her; he had ignored her as though she wasn’t there at all. It had taken all of her strength to stop herself from crying as he began making out with the redhead.
She couldn’t believe how gentle he was being with her, how kindly he treated her; how he kissed her and brushed his fingers through her hair while caressing her arms tenderly. He seemed like the perfect gentleman, as though he could never be rough with a woman.
Or did he just like being rough with her?
“Interesting, isn’t it?” Jaxon’s voice broke into her thoughts, and she realized he had been watching her watch Alexander make out with his companion.
“What is?” she asked, her tone low and uninterested.
“How patient Ander can be with women,” he replied with a lazy smirk.
She arched a brow slightly. “How so?”
“Come on, Yalda, don’t act like a saint,” he said, raising his glass to his lips. “You seem like you’d be impatient to have him bend you over the table. No offense.”
Her heart fell to the pit of her stomach, the very pit which was all heated up, causing the area between her legs to become moist and slippery. He was right; he hadn’t even touched her, yet she wanted him to bend her over immediately. It was what she was used to, she was used to him being anything but gentle and kind.
Saying nothing, she shook her head simply.
“Are you upset about something?” he asked her.
She shook her head once more.
“Would you like to dance then?” he asked.
Her gaze flickered to Alexander briefly before returning to Jaxon’s. Perhaps if she was away from Alexander, she’d be able to relax again, to breathe properly, to think properly. She nodded.
“Great,” he said as he rose to his feet.
He offered her his hand, and she slid her hand into his without caring whether or not Alexander noticed. He helped her up, his gaze raking over her form appreciatively before smirking. He led her to the dance floor while humorously telling her how he had expected her to be taller. She chuckled mildly.
“So, we’re away from the mean boss, you can relax,” he said as they began swaying softly to the beat of the music.
She met his gaze and found his eyes laughing at her. So he had indeed noticed that her mood had changed once Alexander came along.
“You’ve been his friend since college; how come I’ve never seen you around?” she asked him.
He smirked. “You’ve seen all of your boss’s friends?” he asked her.
She chuckled awkwardly. Did he suspect there was something between herself and Alexander?
“I’m just saying,” she said.
“I’m just in town for a week,” he told her. “I’m not usually around.”
She nodded. That explained it.
“Enough about me and Ander, tell me about you,” he said as he stepped closer to her and wound his hands around her slim waist. He watched her keenly to gauge her reaction.
His hands on her alarmed her momentarily, but she reminded herself that she was a grown woman. So what if he touched her while dancing? And besides, wasn’t Alexander back there making out with the redhead? She let out a breath to calm herself.
“What do you want to know?” she asked him.
He shrugged. “Tell me anything. Tell me what you want right now.”
She cleared her throat quietly as her gaze flickered back to the lounge, her throat constricting on seeing the redhead now straddling Alexander’s lap while he continued to kiss her with such tenderness. She felt suffocated just watching them.
“I’d like to breathe,” she said more to herself than to him, but he heard.
“Oh?” he asked. He seemed like he was about to say more, but his phone rang in his pocket. He offered her an apologetic smile before releasing her waist.
She took the opportunity to breathe while he answered his call.
What was wrong with her anyway? Why was she so riled up? Why was she so uneasy? She was literally trembling. Her gaze flickered back to Jaxon’s when he returned to her.
“Yalda, my most sincere apologies, but I’m afraid I have to leave,” he said to her. “Something came up.”
Was she disappointed? No. She actually felt nothing at the moment; she was just anxious that she would be left in Alexander’s company, or perhaps it would be better if she left too. She nodded.
“Alright,” she replied.
He seemed upset about leaving. “It’s fucking Friday night, and I can’t even dance with you,” he said, shaking his head. “Tell you what, I’ll find you.”
She nodded simply.
He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her head before taking her hand and leading her back to the lounge.
“Monroe, I’m heading out,” he said to Alexander.
“Already?” Alexander asked him. And the fact that his voice sounded so deep had Yalda clenching her thighs.
“Yeah. Something came up,” Jaxon replied. “It’s what I get for working with fucking amateurs.”
Alexander smirked. “See you around then.”
“Yeah.”
Jaxon offered Yalda one last apologetic smile before grabbing his car keys and walking away quickly.
Yalda awkwardly stood there for a moment before deciding that she could take no more.
“I’ll head out too,” she said quietly. “Goodnight, sir.”
Alexander’s gaze flickered to hers, and he stared at her with his lust-darkened eyes.
“I’ll drop you off,” he said.
She shook her head. “My car’s outside,” she told him.
A moment of intense silence settled between them before he spoke again.
“Have Carl take care of your car. Wait for me in mine,” he ordered.
Her throat clenched almost painfully, but a side of her was pleased.
“Alexander…” the redhead whined.
She didn’t bother waiting to watch them for a second longer; she turned around and stalked away.
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