Chapter 16 - Alexander

**ALEXANDER**

Alexander looked irritably into Emily’s frightened, wide-open eyes. What did she mean by that question? “Yes, next time,” he replied, not understanding why she thought it could be a one-off meeting. He never booked women for one-off meetings - unless it was about BDSM.
They stood in front of each other and had a little duel with their eyes. He could tell that she didn’t agree with him, because her dismissive, frightened attitude remained. This stirred the Dom in him. He wasn’t used to being rejected, especially by a woman he had just booked. When he thought of her passionate kisses and her whispered “I want you”, he couldn’t believe it was all an act. She wanted him - so why didn’t she want to see him again?
He loosened the grip that had just held her and moved up her back. He gently stroked the bare area from her shoulder to her neck and then gripped her a little tighter. He had her firmly under control now and she couldn’t even turn her head. Slowly he moved his face closer to hers. He could feel her breath coming out of her mouth faster and faster, more and more frantic. She was staring at him like a hypnotised rabbit. He liked that very much. He loved playing with her.
“Mr. Fitzpatrick,” she suddenly whispered hectically, “I’m Amelie’s replacement. Just the replacement. I’m not...” She trailed off, staring at him with her eyes wide open.
“Not... what?” he asked, and without waiting for her to answer, he lowered his lips to hers. Her half-open mouth made it easy for him to penetrate her moist warmth with his tongue. She tasted delicious. He wanted to taste more of her, to drink the love juice between her thighs and to hear her cries of pleasure when he brought her to climax.
Only when she moaned into his mouth did he pull away with a smug smile. He was absolutely sure that he could make her willing with his touches and kisses. She would never leave without another encounter with him. He grinned to himself, because now he was sure that Oliver had not told this young woman that he was gay. She must think he was a heterosexual man who wanted to fuck her. And since she knew he was a billionaire, she would never miss the chance to get her hands on a few thousand. And maybe he was even prepared to throw his principles overboard for her and actually fuck her hard until she was shaking under him, screaming and whimpering.
Just the thought of it made him hot again. There was something about Emily that he found hard to resist. He knew he wouldn’t. As soon as she was no longer interested in working for the agency, he would have to find a new hostess. That’s why it was imperative that his reputation as a homosexual man at the DarEnd-Agency was maintained. He also knew that a quick fuck with Emily might be fun, but it wouldn’t give him any real satisfaction. He needed the power games, the harshness, the lashing and the screams of pain to find real fulfilment.
He stepped back from her. With emphasis in his voice he said, “Next time we meet, beautiful Emily, I want to see you in a wicked red dress. It should make all men sweat and all women cry tears of envy because no one can match your erotic elegance.”
He searched her eyes for a contradiction, but this time she lowered her lids and gave in. He smiled contentedly and took her arm to tuck it under his. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s go buy my suit now.”
Together they took the escalator to a higher floor where the men’s outfitter had his shop. Alexander only came here when he was strolling for the press. He usually had his suits made to measure by a tailor who came to his home. But his company’s PR department had made it clear to him that he should present himself as an average earner as much as possible to get positive publicity. This included shopping in a shopping centre and a romantic dinner in a restaurant.
The air conditioning in the luxurious shopping centre hummed softly as Alexander and Emily strolled past the glass-fronted shops. As they entered the men’s clothing store, which smelled of leather and fine wood, Alexander nodded to the staff, who immediately recognised him and approached them with a polite greeting. “Hello, Mr Fitzpatrick. How can we help you today?”
“I need a suit,” Alexander said calmly, his hands casually slipping into his pockets. “Dark blue, Italian cut. Something classic.”
“Very well. Follow me, please.”
Emily walked silently at his side, and Alexander could see out of the corner of his eye how curiously she examined her surroundings. She seemed to be taking it all in, like someone who was not often in such luxurious surroundings. But what fascinated him most was the contrast - she seemed out of place in this world, yet surprisingly fitting. The tension appealed to him. When they arrived at the suits, the salesman deliberately reached for a dark fabric with a subtle sheen that caught the light. “I think you’ll like this, Mr. Fitzpatrick. Handmade in Naples.”
Alexander took the fabric between his thumb and forefinger, felt the weight, the texture. Perfect. Sometimes he felt that he and the sales assistant had become a well-rehearsed team, even though he only shopped here once a month. He nodded in agreement. “I’ll try it on.”
As the salesman prepared the suit, Alexander’s eyes slid to Emily. She stood a little apart, looking over the perfectly folded shirts and ties until she finally met his eyes. There was a glint in her eyes that challenged him.
“What?” He asked, moving closer to her.
“I’m curious to see how you look in this suit.”
He looked at her thoughtfully. “Are you serious, or is this just polite small talk? You’ve been quiet the last few minutes.”
“Oh,” she shrugged, “it’s just a bit much all at once. I don’t usually shop this quietly.”
He nodded, and before he could say anything the salesman returned with the suit. Alexander disappeared into the spacious changing room. As he pulled the shirt over his head and slipped into the trousers, he thought about Emily’s words. He didn’t like not knowing. And right now he didn’t know who Emily was. It was becoming increasingly clear to him that she was no ordinary employee of the DarEnd-Agency. In any case, she hadn’t been with the agency long. She didn’t fit the profile of the women he’d booked so far. Each of them had loved luxury and would have cuddled up to him to make him cough up more clothes, shoes and jewellery. Not so with Emily. She seemed almost overwhelmed by all the luxury.
Before leaving the dressing room, he undid the top buttons to challenge her. He looked for her and found her a few metres away. She was standing almost casually, leaning against a display case of ties, looking him up and down without saying a word. The suit fit perfectly, accentuating his shoulders and making his movements look even more fluid than they already were. She liked what she saw, even if she didn’t say anything.
“Well?” He walked towards her, his voice deep and calm. “What do you think?”
She came closer, her fingers brushing the sleeve of her jacket as if by accident. “Not bad,” she said. “Actually... pretty good.”
“Pretty good?” Alexander leaned in until he was close to her ear. “Why so tongue-tied all of a sudden? You can say what you really think.”
He noticed her hesitation, but then her right hand slid up and her fingers brushed over the bare skin of the unbuttoned shirt. “You shave your chest?” she asked, pulling her hand back. He was surprised. He hadn’t expected such a question when he had asked her to be frank. But he enjoyed the fact that she dared to do something where the other hostesses would have remained silent. He enjoyed this game with all his senses. The tension between them became more provocative with each passing minute. Her challenging looks, her gentle touches - it was a seductive pleasure for him. “Yes, I love it smooth - all over,” he replied with a suggestive smile and stepped back to look at himself in the mirror. The suit did indeed fit perfectly.
The salesman returned to make minor adjustments, but Alexander paid little attention. He continued to watch Emily. When they left the shop, he was wearing his suit as well as her purchases.
“How about you pick out a tie for me to go with the suit next time?”
This time she didn’t jump in shock, but her smile froze. She still hadn’t accepted that she was now supposed to play his permanent girlfriend. He would get hold of her contract and check if she was right and only had to be his companion today. He wouldn’t like that at all and he was prepared to raise the price for her. Rarely had he met a woman who tempted him so much, even though she wasn’t a playmate from the BDSM club.
“Maybe I will,” she replied in a low voice. But she didn’t sound very convinced.
*I’ll get you*, he thought, *I’ll get you later on at dinner!*
But what could he do if she refused?