Page 16 of Filthy Dirty Dom

“Alex, do you think we could stop for a drink somewhere? I could really use a glass of wine before even attempting to go to bed.”

Was it her imagination, or did Alex’s knuckles whiten as they gripped the steering wheel when she said the word “bed.” He didn’t answer, and she realized maybe he had plans after he dropped her off.

“Never mind,” she said quickly. “I know I interrupted your night. You don’t have to babysit me.”

“Actually I do, given I just fired Elvis. But it wouldn’t be babysitting. It would be spending time with you, and I’m always happy to do that.”

When you’re not throwing yourself at me, at least.

Leslie smirked as she imagined Alex’s mental clarification.

“What?” he said.

She shook her head. “Nothing. So where to, then?”

“King George?” It was an elegant and quiet place not far from where she lived, and it would be a nice change from the noise and stimulation of the club.

Soon, they stepped into the bar. Leslie felt a sense of serenity wash over her as soft jazz music floated through the air, intermingling with the low hum of hushed conversations. The ambiance exuded sophistication, with dimly lit chandeliers casting a warm glow over the polished mahogany bar and plush leather seats.

She followed Alex as he led her to a private table tucked away in a corner, away from prying eyes. The table was adorned with a pristine white tablecloth and a single flickering candle, adding to the intimate atmosphere. The walls held framed vintage photographs and paintings that whispered tales of times long past.

After they sat, Leslie stole a glance at Alex. His expression and body said he was more relaxed now, but for Alex, relaxed wasn’t what it was for other people. He was always vigilant. Always part of him on guard. She wondered at that—how exhausting it must be—and she wanted nothing more for him than complete peace. But he was a warrior, a soldier, a guardian. She wasn’t sure complete peace would ever be his; he sacrificed his peace to provide it to others. Leslie reached out and rested her hand atop his, silently conveying her gratitude for his unwavering protection.

The waiter approached their table with a courteous smile, presenting the wine list and menus. Leslie scanned the wine selection and decided on a glass of red, hoping it would help soothe her frayed nerves after the evening's events. When the waiter turned to Alex, she was surprised to hear him order a simple club soda.

"Why club soda?" Leslie inquired, raising an eyebrow curiously. "You're off the job now, right?"

Alex leaned back slightly, his gaze softening as he met her eyes. "That's true, but you're still in my care, Leslie," he replied gently.

She nodded in understanding, appreciating his dedication and concern for her safety. "Thank you," she murmured.

With their drinks served, they clinked their glasses together in a silent toast. As they drank and sat in companionable silence, the soft jazz melodies continued to play. She wished that was enough to make her feel content, but she couldn’t completely shake what had happened that night.

What Alex had seen.

And what she’d seen.

She cleared her throat. “So, that really is your thing, huh? Sex clubs?” She spoke softly so no one else could hear.

Alex took a sip of his drink before answering. “On occasion.”

She nodded. “And the blonde? Were you…?”

Alex sighed. “Leslie, don’t.”

Right.

Feeling shut down, she sat drinking her wine in silence and when she’d drained the glass, she said, “I’m ready to go when you are.”

She turned her head to look at the pianist, avoiding Alex’s gaze. She startled when he covered her hand with his.

“I had no intention of sleeping with her, Leslie. I didn’t want her. To be honest, since Thanksgiving and well before that, you’re the only woman I want.”

She sucked in a breath. She loved hearing that. But she hated how much it confused her. He was always saying he wanted her. But he was also always saying they couldn’t be together.

“Listen,” he began.

“Alex,” she interrupted him. “I really don’t want to hear about why we can’t be together again. I’ve accepted it.”