Bold I
Camila
The situation was off.
Alejandrio not only accompanied me up to my bedroom after a quiet ride home in the car, but he also went so far as to walk through the entire room, giving the impression that he was looking for something, and only left when he seemed satisfied.
However, not before instructing me to locate him as soon as I was getting ready for bed.
I knew something was wrong when he vanished silently for the next two hours with a group of men, including Ethan, who came by and hugged me tightly.
When I woke up and finished my nightly routine, it was close to two in the morning.
After washing my face and applying my skincare, I put on a brown nightie that went well with my tan skin.
I chose to cover the nightie with a short silk robe that reached mid-thigh length because the nightie was short.
It was cute except for the sparkly belt, but I needed the belt to hide what was underneath.
In addition, when I got into Alejandro's bed, I would take it off. I slowly knock on the oak as I walk down the hall toward the massive black doors.
I know he's there because there is no response. Gradually opening the entryway, I see Alejandro close to the chimney, his back to me as he watches the fire, appearing to be somewhere down in thought.
With his body slightly tilted in my direction as he looks up at the intrusion, his tall, broad figure stands in his white dress shirt and slacks.
I take a moment to appreciate how confidently he stands with his hand buried in the pocket of his pants and his arms bulging.
The vision of a man with real power.
His sharp look eats up to mine before he murmurs and peers down to his telephone clicking a couple of times, prior to tossing it onto the table.
He makes a U-turn and starts walking toward the wet bar, taking out a glass to drink what appeared to be rum.
I walk until I reach the wet bar, where I quietly order another glass for myself and wait for him to pour it for me. I simply roll my eyes as he turns his head and gives me a hesitant glance.
"Can we put an end to this nonsense about "you're too young to drink"?" I'm legitimate in Italy." Sending him a small smile, I reason.
He gives me a long stare before sighing and shaking his head, "I'm just trying to be responsible." He grabs my glass and murmurs as he pours a lot less rum into it than I'd like.
"I'm fine with how I handle myself." "If I'm old enough to become a stripper, I'm old enough to have a glass of rum," I say as I take the glass from his outstretched hand. I take a sip from my glass.
"You won't become a stripper," He said. He responds right away, his sharp eyes almost glaring into mine. Oh, that didn't please him.
"Why? As I enjoy the way his eyes dart down to my mouth, I send him a small smirk over the rim of my glass while maintaining eye contact with him.
"I've been informed I have the body for it." As his eyes become more dark, he moves closer almost instinctively. Although I'm not sure what the expression in his eyes means, it makes my heart race.
"And exactly who is making comments like this to you?" His voice is dropping as he hums. The hand around the glass of rum in his grasp fixes and I step nearer to him, pluck his glass out of his hand and carry it to my lips.
I slowly take a small sip as he watches me and says, "Now, that." I say, drawing nearer and setting the glass once more into his hand while ghosting my lips over his, my breath tickles into his mouth and he remains as still as a stone.
"Now that's a secret". I step back and snicker at how stirred up he appears and it appears to wake up him from anything surprise he's in light of the fact that he abruptly downs the remainder of his beverage.
His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows and the muscles in his neck contract as he throws his head back at me. While clearing his throat, he turns to move across the room and puts down his glass.
"I had a reason to bring you here." As I watch the muscles move in contrast to the white dress shirt's tight fit, I bite my lips. I needed him. "Oh, sure?" I'm distracted and murmur.
"And just what is that?"
He stops, turns to face me, and then puts his watch on the nightstand. He doesn't look at me; instead, he looks at his hands.
"For tonight, I want you in here" . I focus on the words he had just spoken and ignore the rest of his ominous justification.
"There has been a security breach." He needs to rest close to me. I need the extra boost of confidence because this man had the uncanny ability to turn me into a nervous wreck, so I pour myself another glass of rum and down it as he disappears into his closet and bathroom.
However, I planned to take things to the next level tonight. Before turning off the lights, he emerges moments later wearing navy sleeping pants and a white t-shirt, not sweatpants.
The sudden realization of what I had planned to do makes me doubt myself, causing my nerves to suddenly shoot up.
I look at Alejandro's side profile as the fire crackles and casts a soft, sensual glow throughout the room.
His prominent jaw appears even sharper and darker due to the shadows that run along half of his face. This is beyond me. Stop the mission. Stop the mission. Abort-
"Are you going to sleep? From across the room, he hums. As I turn my head in his direction, I tighten my grip on the disgusting, sparkling rope belt with my hands.
Uh oh. I mortar on a grin, one I'm certain he can't see and power my voice to mellow out. "Yeah." However, it sounds like a nervous scream.
Alejandro pauses as he pulls back the sheets and stands up, furrowing his brows as he looks at me.
No, they were undoubtedly intrigued by my sudden behavior shift.
Just before he can ask, I move towards the contrary side of the bed and move to get in before he can say something about it, yet similarly as I'm going to sneak by the covers, his voice sounds, profound and telling.
"Don't wear your robe." My stomach drops and my breath hitches. I gaze toward him.
"What?" He flickers at me from his side of the bed, assuming he's put off by the way that I'm resting such a long ways from him, he doesn't remark on it.
"Take off your robe. The sprinkles shouldn't get on the bed and dig into my back.
As I fluff up my pillow, I let out a sigh and shut my eyes. "Oh, sparkles?" I asked. I'm right and trying to change the subject.
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