Seventy Shades Of Steele

Seventy Shades Of Steele(13)

*Alexander's POV*

It has been awhile since anyone has called me that. As a matter of fact, I don't think anyone has called me that since I was a year old.

Alex.

I feel my pants tighten at the name and I try not to show the effect it has on me.  It's just a fùcking nickname! She looks so clueless and I try my hardest to not lean into her. Although moving my chair right next to hers doesn't help in anyway. It rather makes it worse.

I actually can smell her, that unique combination of vanilla and strawberry. It was the purest smell of feminity and it made a clear reminder that she should not be involved with a man like myself.

It's the very reason I should be making a sensible decision by staying far away from her and avoid her. It is definitely not the thing my body agrees to though.

So being sensible at this point is a lost cause.

Her eyes are sparking with that interest and want that I find myself drawn to. I drop my hand slowly, trying to calm myself down even though every part of my being is craving to grab her and claim her as mind. It's so tempting that I feel my hand shake a little. I feel way out of control, but then my brain conjures up an image of me having her right now, and my brain keeps making it harder by telling me thar the entire world can fuck itself. But that isn't how I roll. Losing control is not an option since we are both noticeable persons to society. Especially her, since paparazzi loves her more than anything.

Even though this is a private type of restaurant for the rich to relax, something like that, sex in public is still a big thing despite its frequent happenings nowadays, will definitely leak one way or another. Not even my good friend Julia can stop that and there is a good reason I always keep my relationships with women anonymous and under wraps. Too many complications otherwise and there can be a mutual agreement. No one wondering or getting mixed signals.

I then have the awful recollection that I cannot just have her like that. I am going to need her consent, fidelity and complete submission.

Too many women have tried the card of saying they were raped or something to get some cash award. It might not have happened to me, but I learn from other's experience. And no matter how innocent Miss Pryce here maybe, I can never be careful. In this world at least. Even angels can have a demonic heart.

This is just great. The anticipation my libido really needs at this time. I grip her small hand in mine, warming it. She raises her head and I am met with those crystal blue eyes of hers that remind me of the Caribbean sea in the heat of summer. So breathtaking, especially with the tendrils of hair framing her face.

Yes, an angel indeed.

I watch as her eyes widen and her breathing becomes short when I hold her small cold hand in mine before I put it to my lips. With much restraint, I put a chaste, but longer than necessary kiss above her knuckles.

She bites her bottom lip before looking down, but it is next to impossible for me to miss the pink of her cheeks. The corner of lips lift up a bit in an effort to smile. But I force it down as I suddenly feel the jolt of pain from my lower region. Yep, these pants are really getting tighter now.

I shift in my seat and use my free hand to cup her cheek. She turns to look up at me with those eyes that are now a turquoise blue. I slowly caress her cheek, unable to help myself, and it's amazing how her cheek becomes even redder under my hand. It fascinates me so much I don't realize I am leaning in until I hear her sharp intake of breath.

I jolt back, her scent still a lingering temptation in my lungs. I feel something constrict in my chest before it melts away at the thought of her scent. I raise an eyebrow as I cock my head at the woman staring at me with the halo of her dark hair. She is definitely getting to my head. When since women got to my head?