Seventy Shades Of Steele

Seventy Shades Of Steele(11)

*Alexander's POV*

It wasn't ever my expectation to see her looking anything below beautiful. But I would be lying if I say she didn't blow my expectations out of proportion.

It is one thing to see her on stage playing the violin or collecting awards. But it is another to see Angelina Pryce in real form with a genuine smile and looking like she walked out of a fairytale.

She glides from across the room towards me with an easy smile. Despite this though, I can see she is tense with what I presume to be nervousness. This adds to the shocking surprises I am currently experiencing.

She is absolutely stunning. And for once, I enjoy being in this clichè moment, but then again, how many men can say they're date is breathtaking. Not a lot and I am quite happy to be apart of the few. I have been with singers, actresses, models and other celebrities, but none have evoked such a passionate feeling from me before. Probably it is because I have never really 'dated' them or anyone before. But there is also something awfully unfamiliar and different. That's a little vague and an understatement but I am still at loss for words.

I continue to observe her, my gaze unconsciously stopping at her ample breasts. The aqua-green dress is a glove for her body, putting her blessed curves in just that tempting and perfect way that holds a man's attention and renders him to a slobbering fool. I smolder her with my gaze, capturing everything to memory. Her innocence. Sweet, sweet lips pink and plump like ripe plum. Those beautiful, soul-trapling eyes. And that the perfect arch of her eyebrows. I take in everything.

It's as if I just can't get enough of her. I find it weird since I am a man who is easily satisfied and satiated in these situations. What can I say? Women have never been an issue. I can only say it's because of the money and the looks. Business is where I find the true reason for my being. I am one of those men that are bonded and tied to their work.

Our gazes lock and I hold my breath, not sure what's driving me crazy. Whether its her cherry blossom scent or the splendid view Miss Pryce presents before me.

Most likely both by the way they seem to be evoking some erotic images in my head.

She looks away and I notice her checking me out as she bites the corner of her bottom lip. That captures my attention and awakens something I really wished wasn't coming out of slumber at the moment.

With the little control I have left, I outstretch my hand for her to take. I don't think having any skin contact, even if it's just the touching of our hands, will ease the tiny pain of arousal right now.

Her small hand slips into mine and I can't help thinking that I was right. Skin contact didn't ease the aching boner I have. Not in the least.

It made it worse.

Being good at masking my feelings, I give her a reassuring smile as my brain cells finally seem to be working again. I see her blush when I feel a certain warmth shoots up my arm and through my body. My smile widens at that, enjoying the fact that I affect her almost as much as she did me.

"Good evening, Miss Pryce," I finally say, gripping her soft hand gently in mind and ensuring that she moves closer to me. For some reason, my body automatically craves her touch and I really hope her mere presence will do the job. "You look exceptionally ravishing today."

I pour out all my aching need in that one word, ravishing. She seems to no doubt hear it and I notice her tightening her thighs together. She is definitely feeling aroused at the moment and I make sure she see that I notice the sudden movement.

I feel her gaze burning into me and I look up and catch her gaze. I give her a flirtatious wink and she responds with that blush that moves from the tantalising peak at the swell of her breasts to the root of her dark brown hair. Somehow the purity of it makes me feel elated. Rather a strange feeling for me.