Page 40 of His Obsession
This back-and-forth emotional shit was giving me whiplash. One moment I didn’t care, and the next, I was trying to take away his feelings of guilt. I could see it all over his face—he felt responsible for what happened.
Alek gave a slight nod, placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, and then walked out the door, leaving me wanting more. I stared at the door, secretly hoping he would come back and lay with me.
When the door didn’t rattle or move, I changed my alarm for four in the morning and laid down, surprised by my feelings of disappointment. I fluffed my pillow and drifted off to sleep.
At some point in the night, I could feel arms curl around me and pull me tight—or was that just a dream?
My alarm was screaming at me like that annoying goat from the Taylor Swift parody video. I didn’t want to get out of bed, my muscles were too sore, and I was sensing the beginnings of a headache. A voice startled me, causing my entire body to catapult out of bed and land on the other side.
Alek stood at the door, no shirt, and gray sweats riding low on his hips, showing off his tattooed abs. Images of my tongue licking them ran through my mind. I shook the mental image away and bounced my body on my bed, shutting off the obnoxious goat.
“Your alarm has been going off for ten minutes,” he told me.
I dropped my face in the mattress, wanting to make these butterflies go away that were trying to escape.“Sorry,” I said, my voice muffled from the comforter.
“If you want to go in later, you can. I’m just doing some paperwork.”
“No. No. I’m good. I just need a minute. Between waking up to my vindictive alarm and your Adonis-like body, my brain is struggling to compute.” Lord, have mercy. Did I just say that? “I fried my circuits,” I added.
“Is there something wrong?” he sounded amused.
“Nope.” My voice squeaked at him. “Get your kissable, half-naked ass out of my room!”Oh my.
I heard him laugh and shut the door. I kept my face buried in the mattress, hoping I wouldn’t go up in flames from the fire burning between my legs. I finally looked at the doorway to confirm he was, in fact, gone.
“I need coffee,” I yelled at him through the door, trusting he heard me.
The clock’s bright light flashed four-fifteen.
I rushed to the bathroom, did my business, and got ready for work. Today would have to be simple, no shadow, just liner and mascara, and foundation to cover the cheek. After applying my makeup, I ran my brush through my hair and placed it in a neat bun.
Forgetting that I didn’t pick out an outfit for today, I scanned the clothes and found a long sleeve V-neck onyx-black shirt, a black-and-white checkered knee-length skirt, and matching dark pumps. I pulled my shirt over my head, tucked it into my skirt, and did a double-take in the mirror.
The smell of coffee hit my nose when I left my room, and I about died in my tracks. Alek, with the sexy-as-sin body, heard my plea for caffeine.God bless him.I held onto the railing and carefully made my way down the stone steps to the kitchen. The sights and smells were heavenly. Alek was in his ink-black suit with a white dress shirt, no jacket, pouring two to-go mugs of piping hot coffee.
He put the coffeepot back in the cradle, and I reached for my mug. “You sure know a way to this girl’s heart,” I said, taking a sip. “Oh my God, orgasmic,” I blurted without thinking.
A humming came from the back of his throat.
“What?”
“Well, first, I was sexy this morning, and now my coffee gives you orgasms. I’m thinking I should have met you with coffee and no shirt.” He smiled, taking a sip from his mug. My face blanched.
“Correction, I said you were kissable. Besides, don’t flatter yourself; coffee is an aphrodisiac. It could induce an orgasm in a monk.”
“How about I pretend to be a monk, and you show me what that means?” he said, leaning on the counter.
“How about you tell me about that bloody tattoo you have on your chest I saw this morning.” I only glimpsed a portion of it, but it appeared to be a rather violent tattoo. A lot of emotion went into it.
His smile disappeared, and I knew I asked the wrong question.Now, who knows how to ruin a moment, Liz?
Alek picked up his keys. “We’re going to be late, let’s go.” He walked to the garage and vanished.
What about my breakfast?
I grabbed a banana from the fruit-tray and ran to the car as fast as one could in heels. “In a hurry?” I yelled through his open window.
Men don’t understand what it’s like to move fast in pumps. You know that dinosaur movie where she runs in heels flawlessly from a meat-eater. Yeah, that was more fiction than the damn T-Rex coming back to life. I kept expecting her heel to get stuck in a crack on the side-walk, go toppling over, and the carnivore to step on her body.