Beauty and the Beast

Chapter 5.

Secrets. That's all this house holds. Mr. Reedus told me that the library is mine, so I plundered. I plundered until my fingers were numb. Newspaper cutouts of obituaries from numerous amounts of women. All of them died from being strangled and sexually abused. Why has he kept them? What meaning do they have to him? Diane won't tell me anything, unfortunately, and Mr. Reedus hasn't even acknowledged my presence since the little scene that happened in his bedroom. He acts as if I'm invisible or something. What's his problem? I huff at the annoying vibrations coming from my pocket.

Olivia-
*Wanna go out tonight? The girls and I miss you. :(*

Oh god, I totally forgot that I even had friends. I've been cooped up in this damn house for over a week. Shit.

*I have to ask my daddy first.* I reply sarcastically. *Give me 5 and I'll get back to you. :)*

I get up from my cross-legged position on the library floor and make my way downstairs. I don't even know if anyone is home.

"Mr. Reedus?" I round the corner to his office, knock twice and walk in. "Mr.-" I cover my eyes quickly and exit the room. "Oh my, I'm- I-" I'm lost for words at the sight of his bare back.

"I'm in a towel, Miss Monroe," His chuckle catches my attention from behind the door. "You can come in." I shake my head as if he can see me.

"I, uh, I don't feel comfortable coming in unless you're fully dressed." I'm trying to not find him attractive. Seeing him half naked isn't going to help me any. Especially after what happened in his room.

"Miss Monroe, as your boss I am ordering you to come in," He replies sternly. "Now." I open the door slightly, keeping my eyes closed as I entered his office.

"Um, I was w-wondering if I could go out tonight, with some of my girlfriends?" I continue to keep my eyes shut. Even though I know he's covered, the thought of him being practically naked right in front of me makes me a little nauseous. My heart begins to race.

"Do I make you nervous, Miss Monroe?" I can just see the devilish smirk on his tone.

"No." I reply quickly. "Why do you think that?"

"No reason," I hear his soft footsteps come closer to my body. "So, if my towel just happened to fall off," I hear the towel hit the floor. I close my eyes even tighter. I can't see him naked! That's so wrong! "You wouldn't be nervous?" He chuckles and grabs my chin. "Open your eyes, Alexis. Look at me." I do just as he asked. I open my eyes, not daring to look down. I feel like I'm going to be sick, his eyes never leaving mine.

"P-please," My words failing me once again.

"Please, what?" His hand still had a hold on my chin. "Tell me what you want, Alexis."

I can see the desperation in his eyes. Oh my, his eyes. They're so blue, so pure and innocent, but yet, so rough and full of anger and lust. He's so hard to read, it makes me so damn angry. But I think that's what attracts me to him the most, the fact that I can't read him, I don't know what he wants.

"I- I don't know," I reply truthfully. His expressions change, he frowns a little and furrows his eyebrows. "What?"

"Nothing." He quickly moves his hand from my face, picking his towel up from the floor and wrapping it back around his waist. "No, you can't go out. You have too much work to do."

"But I-"

"I said no, Miss Monroe, that's the end of this conversation." He turns his back to me and faces the window that sits behind his desk.

"What the hell is your problem? One minute you're nice to me and telling me you want to fuck me, then, in an instant, you're some stuck up prick who treats me like I don't even exist. I don't get you!" I shake my head as I wait for a response. "You know what? Never fucking mind." I laugh lightly to myself. He quickly turns to face me. God, I wish he'd put on a some fucking clothes. As much as I'm trying to be mad at him, I can't control the need to want his hands on me.

"You, Alexis, you're my fucking problem," He runs his fingers through his hair and huffs loudly. "I need you," He speaks softly, almost in a whisper. "Now." He walks back in front of me, cupping my face in both of his hands. He mouths something that I can't make out. He shakes his head and presses his lips to mine.

You know when you get your first crush, the way it made you feel? Or when you have your first kiss? Your first true love? The way his lips felt against mine reminded me of something like that. The stupid butterflies.

Damn those butterflies.

He turns us around and sets me on his desk. He deepens the kiss, pressing his front to mine. He tastes like liquor, Tequila, but it's a taste I want to savor. He moans into my mouth, one hand holds my face and the other holds the small of my back, making sure my front stays pressed against his. I can feel his bulge growing underneath his towel in between my legs. God, I want him. I want to feel every inch of him inside me, and it's obvious that he wants the same. The towel falls to the floor and I moan into his lips. His fingers fiddle with the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head.

"Mr. Reedus," I try to withhold the kiss, but his hold on my body is too tight. "Mr. Reedus, please," He releases the hold and steps back. He covers his mouth with his hands. There's an awkward silence. I don't know where to look. Should I stare at him until he stares back? Should I speak? 

"You should leave," He takes the leap, speaking first.  His voice is soft and sincere. He turns his back to me and sighs. "I'm sorry. That was very unprofessional of me. You're nothing but an employee."

"Of course," I'm so humiliated. I don't know whether to cry or laugh, honestly, I'm confused. I quickly removes myself from the desk, putting my shirt back on as I do so. "I will be going now."

"Good." He replies rudely. We're back to stage one. How can you kiss someone the way he kissed me and then go back to treating them like shit?

No, I will not let him keep doing this to me. Either he wants me, or he doesn't. It's not hard to tell that he's attracted to me. With the moment that just happened? He can't tell me any different.

"Mr. Reedus," I whisper. I see his body relax a little. His back is facing me, and that damn towel is still on the floor. "Mr. Reedus, please, tell me what you want from me."

"I can't." He turns to pick his towel up off the floor once more.

"Why not?" 

"Because, Alexis!" I jump at the tone of his voice. He's never actually yelled at me. Raised his voice, yes, but he's never yelled at me. 

"Alright, I think that's enough for today." He stays quiet. His eyes never meet with mine again. He keeps his head down, not daring to look up. My eyes begin to water, and I'm not sure if it's from the stress of everything or the fact that I'm falling for him and he doesn't even care. "I'm going to go home for a few days, let everything die down between us. The tension and the stress of everything is killing me and I can't do this. If you absolutely need me, you have my number, but if it's not an emergency, do not contact me. I'll be back on Monday. Have a great weekend, Mr. Reedus."