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12 - A Tingly Feeling

a/n - you're welcome <3

We're heading into his building together, side by side. Alexander greets the doormen with a nod, stepping through the automatic huge glass doors into the skyscraper.

Luckily, Alexander stopped at the bakery so I could change into something more formal before going over to his building. He said it was pointless, that I was gonna take a nap so I could be more comfortable, but if I'm seeing all his coworkers, I want to make a nice first impression. I'm wearing a red sunflower dress that rests a little above my knees, with black heels, and he's wearing his black and grey three-piece suit.

As we make our way through the building, I scan the ceilings and all the people in awe. Every time we pass people, he's greeted with a "Good morning Mr. Marcello," and, "Have a nice day, Mr. Marcello!"

I thought he didn't like to be called Mr. Marcello?

We finally make our way to the elevators, the door closing before anyone else can enter. Before I can stop myself, I turn to him and ask, "Why are all these people calling you Mr. Marcello? I thought you didn't like to be called that."

He smiles at me. "I don't like it when you call me that."

I blink a few times, taking in his words, staying silent. Does he not like me as much as his coworkers? Am I not close enough with him? I thought we were friends, but if he doesn't see us like that, then what are we?

I look down to the ground, turning towards the door instead of him and shift on my feet. Did I make him upset at some point, maybe? "Did I...Did I make you mad? I'm really sorry if I did."

He turns to me in bewilderment, before walking as close as possible to me he can get and lightly grabs my chin, making me look up at him.

I can see the small freckles he has on his face. That's cute, I want to count them some day.

We're so close that I can feel his suit graze my bare arm as I watch his face both harden and soften within seconds. "I like you a whole lot more than these people, that's why I'd much rather you call me anything you'd like. Is that clear, darling?"

I nod my head and gulp, which he doesn't seem blind to as he smiles and lets go of my chin, giving me a kiss on my forehead as he slightly backs up. I think for a moment before smiling at him mischievously, and say, "So I can call you Mr. Marcello then, if that's what I preferred?"

He slowly turns and looks down at me, raising an eyebrow at my smaller form, a smile no longer on his face. He grabs the section where my neck and my jaw meet, pulling me closer now. "Darling, don't pretend you don't prefer to call me Alex, or Alexander. You do like saying sir as well though, and I definitely don't mind that." He steps closer to her, grabbing her waist. "Do you like calling me sir? You sure seem to enjoy it.

I feel as if I'm in a daze, and I gasp when the door opens and he walks out casually. I stand there for a moment, shocked, but then quickly rush to keep up with him, hearing his chuckles as he heads down a hallway into a large office.

I get inside and look around. There are three offices intertwined by a large area in the center with couches, a tv, a coffee bar, and a chess set on a coffee table. The offices are slightly open to the large space, but can be divided by a sliding divider, giving them privacy.

"Sit down on one of the couches, Lili. Get comfortable." He doesn't speak to me as he says this, instead going over to one of the offices (I assume his) and puts down his bag. I go and sit down, smoothing out my dress in the process, and start to play with my fingers while looking around. It's so big, and the floor to ceiling windows on one side of the wall are starting to make me feel smaller than I normally feel.

Eventually, he comes over to where I'm sitting on the couch, standing next to me, saying, "cross your legs, the right one over the left." I give him a confused face, but listen immediately anyway. He smiles at me, and squats down, tugging on the material of his pants on his thighs as he bends down.

His thighs are so big...

He lightly grabs my ankle and brings his other hand near the show, unbuckling my heel, holding my ankle in place and moving his hand up and down my calf slowly.

Holy heck why am I so aware of his hand. I can feel every inch of him as he moves his ring-clad hand up...and down...up...and down. I feel tingly now.

His touch makes me jerk back on reflex, not expecting his hands to be so warm. He looks up at me and slowly brings my leg back to him, a questioning look on his face. I feel the need to apologize, saying, "Sorry, didn't expect your hands to be warm-" "Sweetheart." He interrupts me, very slightly holding onto my ankle tighter. "Am I bothering you?"

How could he think that? "Why would you be bothering me?"

He smiles, looking me up and down. "Just making sure." I love his smile.

"I love your smile." I grin at him, and he smiles back, giving me exactly what I want. Yes!

"Thank you, darling. You're very sweet." He looks back down at my ankle, and I blush, shifting in the seat slightly.

Once he's done with my right foot, he moves it back over and does the left foot, placing my shoes next to the expensive looking leather couch.

He undid the strap of my heels for me. He took care of me.

...He took care of me.

I blink a few times, a wave of emotion rushing over me. Although, it doesn't exactly feel like emotion. My skin becomes hot, and I start fidgeting in my seat, the urge to do something fills me immensely. I've felt like this before, maybe when I was 14 or so, but I made sure to make it go away. Why is it back?

He stands up, getting a book from his leather bag, when he looks over at me. He looks amused, and asks me, "Are you alright, darling?" I just now realize the look I have on my face, confusion mixed with whatever I'm feeling right now.

"Y-Yeah, I just feel...weird, I guess." He gives a smirk at the ground before sitting down on a loveseat next to the couch, opening his book.

"Lay down, sweetheart." I do as he asks immediately, and he gets his phone out, putting on classical music. It's the same song as last time, but the repetition doesn't bother me. He puts his hand on the pages of the book (gosh, his hands) and he starts to read the words on the book in a soft, quiet voice.

I quickly fall asleep, but not before staring at him for a few seconds. Or minutes. I definitely wasn't counting. 

a/n - what are yall's feeling about alex??