Seventy Shades Of Steele

Alexander stared at her with that brooding gaze she was all too familiar with. He was once again in an immaculate suit which hid nothing of the strong rippling muscles that laid beneath. His grey eyes then turned to the stack of paper he had thrown down on the coffee table between them.

"I have a proposition for you Miss Pryce," he informed her leaning forward with natural animal grace. He seemed way into his comfort zone which Angelina didn't think she belonged, but she didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable which was surprising. She did feel a tang of inadequacy though.

"Which is?" She asked, a little impatiently. Her fingers grazed her swollen lips unconsciously, still tingling from his touch. It didn't take a genius for her to realize she wanted more. Much more.

"I want us to have an intimate arrangement," he told her, all brooding and sliver of light through the windows only made him look even more mysterious. She felt like a prey at that moment, something she didn't know she would have enjoyed. "But not an ordinary one to you."

"What do you mean?" She inquired once more. Not ordinary? Was he saying he was kinky? She thought. Weren't they already in an intimate relationship?

So many questions. Not enough answers.

"I want you to surrender yourself to me willingly without falling in love," was his crisp answer.

There was a sudden zing in the air as silence unfolded. She gazed at him for a long moment before looking away. His eyes pierced through her and she felt very much exposed around him.

"What happens if I can't do that?" Her voice coming out as a whisper when she finally digested his words.

"Then you won't have the pleasure of becoming mine."

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