Seventy Shades Of Steele

Seventy Shades Of Steele(4)

*Alexander's POV*

After an hour or so of working with clients and sorting out business, I decide I have had enough work in one day. My mind is somewhere else and I need to be focus in order to finish up anymore business and trust my judgment. Right now I am not even sure what I am reading in my e-mail inbox and I am sure not all of it is junk.

A couple more minutes and my phone was already thrown to the side as I quickly pulled out photos of Miss Pryce from online and the ones Michael sent me. There wasn't much on her since she always remained quiet and away from the media, but there was a couple tabloids about her which had me second guessing her inexperience. To what I see, she changes boyfriends quite often and they are always models and young actors. But then again, they are tabloids. The last time I checked they were saying I was gay. The thought of Miss Pryce not too long ago sitting in my office asking me that ridiculous question pass my mind and I felt myself imagining to have her helpless and vulnerable under me as I...

Holy Shit! What's gotten into me?

I can't believe I am getting aroused in my office again. I almost feel like a naughty boy watching porn. The only thing I am doing is looking at pictures of her. A picture of her on a beach stood out to me. She was in this two piece white bikini running along side with some guy who she was dating at the time. And boy was she hot which makes me a little more aroused. The skimpy bikini was soaked and her hair was lashed across her face as it was blown in the wind. She looked quite relaxed than the other photos. The date on it states that it was taken seven months ago, right before she ended her last relationship. The only problem was that the bikini left little to the imagination and my mind is already picturing her nude which isn't good since other men would see her and have the same thoughts. I then stop myself.

Why the hell should I care what other guys think? I am not the protective and controlling type to my sexual partners outside of the bedroom.

I didn't know where all this need to delete the picture off the face of the earth and keep it so that no one but I could enjoy it. This is just not me. This woman is screwing with my head. I really need to head home and drink some whiskey and go to bed. I began rubbing my temples as I called for Debra.

"Yes, sir," she answers knocking before pushing the door open. "You called me?"

"Yes," I quickly answer. "Call my chauffeur and let him know to pick me up downstairs in five minutes tops!"

"Anything else, sir?" she asks  and I shake my head in turn. "Okay, sir," I then hear her softly close my office door.

I then begin to pack up ensuring every drawer was sealed and all important documents were in my briefcase. Double checking to make sure the tiny and unnoticeable cameras in the room were still in use as I watched myself on my phone.

Feeling satisfied, I leave the room and I wave to Debra good night. She immediately blushes from my unexpected friendliness and wave back. I am a little surprised at my friendliness too. I stride to the elevator which quickly pings open as I press my floor button. Immediately I step inside, grateful it was empty and press the button for the lobby. In no time at all, I reach down to the lobby and see Holly at the front counter.

"Going home early today, Boss?" She asks with a warm smile as she puts down her receiver.

"I think so," I reply. "Call me if anything happens."

"Bound time you aren't the last one leaving the building at nights," she gives me a pleased look.

"Don't get use to it, I am just too tired to think straight," I tell her. "See you tomorrow, Mrs Clinton."