Seventy Shades Of Steele

Seventy Shades Of Steele(7)

*Angelina's POV*

There is light. Very, very bright light. I don't know it's source, but it is shining through the darkness. I suddenly feel fascinated by it, but that quickly changes to anger. Not pure raw anger. Just a little pissed off. The light is waking me up. And now there is a throbbing pain in my head. At first it is dull as my mind slowly comes to consciousness. But then it becomes a bitch and gets worse. This realization causes me to groan. I turn to my side hoping the pain will subside, but it only gets worse. I find it quite annoying and disrespectful that this pain insist upon making itself known. I don't want to feel pain. It isn't nice. It is wicked and wants to make me weak.

I bury myself in something soft and I smile. It is so cool and it helps to numb the pain. But the pain comes back with a vengeance when the soft surface warms. I roll over again and let out another groan. My eyes feel like they are on fire and I squeeze them even tighter. Why am I feeling so much pain? I bury myself in the slightly warm soft surface again. It feels so good, but this pain, it isn't allowing me to enjoy it.

I lift my hand as I try to grab on to my alarm clock on my bedside table. But my hand gets caught in something smooth and thin. A curtain? Curiosity wins over pain every time, so I open my eyes. To my shock, I see a white see through material. Frowning, I slowly ease into a sitting position on the bed. Immediately, I am greeted by the perfect view of the Atlantic Ocean. I blink a few times. I look across at the other side of the large white bed and see the sheet pulled back which indicates someone was there.

My room isn't this large. I don't have so much white in my room. I especially do not have a floor to ceiling window with a porch beyond looking out at such a magnificent view of miles upon miles of blue water.

I look to my right again where the empty spot and I find myself going over there to feel the sheets. It is cold. I don't understand. This clearly isn't my bed and it is especially clear that this isn't my room. Then where am I?

It takes a few seconds, but it comes back to me in a flash.

"Alexander?" I asked softly. It is kind of weird how shy I suddenly feel.

"Hello Miss Pryce," he says coming out of the vehicle and I take a step backwards. "We meet again."

He is dressed in a dark T-shirt that stretches over his defined muscles and a pants that is dangerously low on his hips. I am not sure if it is jeans or slacks due to the poor lighting, but it is pretty low. I look up at his face to see him fighting back a smile. But the wicked gleam in his eyes give him away. He saw me checking him out. I blush at the realization and I am so happy we are in almost complete darkness.

"What are you doing here?" I hear myself ask him a little breathlessly. It even sounds a little husky. How the hell did that happen?

I watch as he lifts his shoulder and drops it with ease and slide his hands leisurely into his pockets.

"I am just coming from a meeting and I decided to stop when I see someone looking lost in the dark," he tells me. "And here I am. Lucky thing I stopped too. You are quite unforgettable Miss Pryce."

I look at him weirdly. Why would he be driving through here this time at night? And what meeting would he be coming from in this neighborhood? These streets is not a place for someone like him.

This isn't a place for you to be either.

"Bullshit," I find myself saying. "Why are you really here?"

Even though it is dark, I can still see the intensity of his eyes as they train on me. I look down at my feet, feeling a tiny bit embarrassed. This is so not happening to me right now.