Текст книги "The Seduction of Alex Parker"

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Chapter 14

Alex

Did she really just tell me to shove my irresponsible words up my ass? I sat there shaking my head. I didn’t say anything that wasn’t the truth, and the fact that she got so pissed off by it showed that she knew it was true. I sighed as I got up from my chair and cleared the table. Seeing her so upset by what I said was starting to bother me, so I went to her room and knocked on the door.

“Emerson, let’s talk, please.”

She didn’t respond.

I turned the knob, only to find it was locked. “Emerson, open this door! This is my fucking house,” I yelled.

Suddenly, the door opened. “Stop yelling. I bet your blood pressure is sky high right now.”

“You make me yell,” I spoke as I stepped inside the room.

Walking over to her, I placed my hands on her shoulders. She pushed away from me.

“Don’t touch me.”

“You don’t really mean that,” I spoke as I placed my hand on her cheek.

“Yes I do.” She looked down but didn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry if I sounded harsh. Sometimes, things just fly out of my mouth.”

“I know and it’s annoying.”

I smiled as I lifted her chin and softly brushed my lips against hers.

“Do you forgive me?”

“No.”

“Is there anything I can do to make you forgive me?” I smiled softly as my hand traveled up her shirt and over her breast, pulling down the cup of her bra and taking her nipple between my fingers.

“No.” I saw a small smile escape her lips.

“Are you sure?” I took her hand and placed it on my hard cock.

“Yes.”

“Yes you’re sure or yes you want this?”

“I’m sure.”

I unbuttoned her shorts and took them down along with her panties. I kneeled down, and my mouth tasted her. She was wet and I knew damn well she wanted me. She moaned as I plunged a finger inside her.

“Still sure?” I whispered.

“Damn you, Parker.” She placed her hands on my head as my tongue explored her. I smiled as I stood up and lifted her shirt over her head. Unhooking her bra, I tossed it to the floor and let my mouth devour her beautiful breasts.

I lightly pushed her back on the bed and hovered over her as she moaned to the pleasure I was giving her. The sweet sounds that escaped her turned me on and I couldn’t become any harder than I already was. She threw her head back and let out a soft cry when I inserted another finger and sent her into ecstasy as she orgasmed. Standing up, I stripped out of my clothes and lay down next to her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her on her side so she was facing me.

Brushing a strand of hair from her face, I softly kissed her mouth as my cock slowly thrust inside her. We gasped at the pleasure as she tilted her head and my lips explored her neck. She wrapped her leg around my waist, forcing me to deepen inside her. Grabbing hold of her breast, I sped up and moved in and out of her swiftly. Her pussy swelled over my cock, causing it to tingle with delight and making me want to come. But I had to hold back. This wasn’t going to be over so soon. I slowed down the pace and we stared into each other’s eyes. Reaching down, I rubbed her swollen clit until she couldn’t take anymore and she released herself to me. Rolling on top of her, I didn’t want to hold back anymore. I pounded into her, fast and hard, giving her everything I had. I halted as I pushed one last time, burying myself deep inside her as I filled her with my come. Collapsing on top of her, I held her tightly and kissed the side of her neck as her arms tightened themselves around me. I pulled out of her and rolled onto my back.

“Am I forgiven?” I asked with a smile.

“Maybe.” She smirked.

I climbed off the bed and grabbed some tissues from the nightstand. She got up, pulled back the sheets, climbed in, and held them up to me. I climbed in next to her and wrapped my arms around her as she snuggled into me, lightly running her fingers up and down my arm.

“Why do you break so many hearts?” I asked.

“Relationships are fun as long as they don’t get too serious, and the guys I dated got too serious. Which I found weird because it’s usually the girls who become so attached. I can’t even settle down in life, let alone settle down with one guy. What about you? Why have you broken so many hearts?”

“I guess you could say I think the same way you do, but I’m settled in my life with a home and my company.”

She turned on her side and propped herself up on her elbow. “Since you’re settled, don’t you want to settle down and have a family?”

“I never really gave it much thought. I like dating different women and it just seems silly to settle down with one for the rest of your life. I mean, look at how my parents turned out.”

“True, I guess. My parents were so in love that it was quite embarrassing sometimes.”

“Growing up with that didn’t make you want to settle down with someone special?” I asked as I ran my finger across her forehead.

She looked down and began playing with the bed sheet. “Maybe it did once. But since the accident, my views on life changed.”

“What about Adam? How did he handle everything?”

“He doesn’t talk about it. He never did. All he would say was, ‘They’re gone and we need to move on.’ So I did and he disapproves.”

“How often did you see him if you haven’t been back here in eight years?”

“We talked on the phone a few times a week and I usually saw him at Christmas. But he would come to wherever I was.”

“I don’t mean to upset you by reliving the past, but where was Adam when the accident happened?”

“He was away at college. My parents were taking me and my sister to the ballet and it was raining something awful outside. My dad could barely see the road and my mom kept telling him to pull over. He said if he pulled over, we were going to be late and he didn’t want to disappoint his girls. We were coming around a curve and the last thing I remember was my mom screaming, ‘Look out,’ and the car rolling over several times before hitting a tree and stopping. I remember grabbing Emily’s hand and squeezing it tight. Then everything went black except I could still hear voices in the distance. As the voices got closer, I heard a man say, ‘This one is still alive.’ After that, I don’t remember a thing except waking up in the hospital three months later.”

“I’m so sorry, Emerson,” I softly spoke as I stroked her cheek. “Is that what your nightmare was about?”

“Yeah. After the accident, I had them just about every night. But once I left California, they stopped. Now that I’m back, so are they, but not as frequent as they were. I’m going to go to sleep now.”

I kissed her forehead before she snuggled against me and I wrapped my arms tightly around her. I wanted her to feel safe and I wanted her to sleep in peace.

Chapter 15

Emerson

When I opened my eyes, I was alone. I glanced over at the clock and it was six-thirty. Shit. Where was Alex? I needed to get up and start breakfast. Climbing out of bed, I noticed a piece of paper propped up on the dresser. Walking over to it, I picked it up and discovered it was from Alex.

Emerson,

No need to worry about breakfast this morning. I needed to get into the office early since I wasn’t there yesterday. I didn’t want to wake you. See you later.

Alex

At least he didn’t want to wake me, but I wouldn’t have minded if he had. Something happened last night between us. There was a connection. I had never told any of the guys I dated about the accident, my parents, or sister. There was no need for them to know because I wasn’t sticking around. But with Alex, I opened up as if he were my best friend. It felt natural with him and I couldn’t figure out why. I’d be gone in a couple of months and Alex would be nothing but a distant memory like the rest. I set the note down, showered, and got dressed. Since I didn’t get the chance to make him breakfast, I decided I was going to make him lunch and bring it to his office.

After preparing Alex’s lunch, I hopped in Adam’s car and googled the address of Alex’s office building. I parked the car in the parking garage and stepped inside the doors of Parker Enterprises. I found the directory on the wall next to a beautiful wall fountain and saw his office was located on the top floor. Of course it was. As I took the elevator up to the thirtieth floor, it suddenly dawned on me that he might be mad I brought him lunch. Oh well, he’d have to get over it. Someone had to make sure he ate properly, and what better person to do it than his chef. The elevator doors opened and his secretary wasn’t at her desk and his office door was closed. I lightly knocked and then stepped inside. A wave of shock swept over Alex’s face when he looked at me.

“Oh. I’m sorry. Your secretary wasn’t at her desk and I didn’t know you were in a meeting.”

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

The guy sitting in the chair across from his desk turned and looked at me. He looked oddly familiar.

“I brought you lunch.” I held up the bag. “I’ll just leave it here.” I walked inside and set it on the table. “I’m so sorry.” I started to sneak out.

“Hey,” the guy sitting across from Alex spoke. “I know you.” He slowly got up from his chair and walked over to me, checking me out from head to toe.

I looked at Alex, who was shaking his head.

“You must have me mistaken for someone else.” I gave a small, fake smile.

“No.” He shook his finger at me. “You. That’s it! You’re that stripper from Vegas.”

Alex’s eyes widened as he began to walk over to me. I studied the short man with the dark brown hair and the beady eyes.

“You’re that man that grabbed my ass and tried to pull me down when I was on stage!”

“Excuse me?” Alex harshly spoke.

“Sorry about that. I had a little too much to drink that night. But I would never forget a hot girly like you and I never forget a face.” He smiled. “Are you still stripping?”

“No. I gave that up last year.”

Alex’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head.

“How do you know Alex here?” he asked.

“I’m his houseguest.”

“Lucky man!” The guy patted him on the shoulder. “Anyway, our meeting is over, so the two of you can sit down and eat lunch. “I’ll be in touch, Alex.”

I watched as Alex took in a sharp inhalation. “We’ll talk soon.”

As soon as his office door shut, Alex glared at me. “A stripper? Are you kidding me?”

I waved my hand in front of my face. “It was a one-time thing and I didn’t get totally naked. I was wearing those nipple covers and I had my thong on. I made a thousand dollars that night.” I smirked.

He placed his hand on his head as he continued to glare at me. “Why the hell would you strip in Vegas? Or anywhere, for that matter!”

“A friend of mine was ill that night and if she didn’t get someone to replace her, she was going to get fired. She really needed the job because she had a kid to take care of. And I’ll have you know that it was a very respectable club. Not one of those trashy ones.”

“Jesus, Emerson. I can’t even believe you right now.”

I frowned. “Does it bother you or something? Hell, I didn’t even know you.”

“It doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t have done that. Does Adam know?”

“No, and he won’t ever find out. Like I said, it was a one-time thing. Now go and eat your lunch.”

“Are you joining me?” he asked calmly.

“Not if you keep having that attitude, I’m not. So I think you need to apologize to me.”

“Apologize? For what? For a business client recognizing the girl I fucked as the stripper he groped in Vegas?”

“He said you were a lucky man.” I gave a cocky smile.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Sit down and have lunch with me,” he commanded as he walked over to the table.

I didn’t move and stood there with my arms folded.

“SIT!” He pointed to the chair across from him.

****

Alex

As I sat and stared at Emerson from across the table, I couldn’t get over the fact that she had stripped in a club full of dirty men who only had one thing on their minds. She could have put her life at risk doing that and I was angry. Why the hell was I angry? I didn’t know. All I knew was that it pissed me off.

“Thank you for making me lunch. That was nice of you.”

She tilted her head as the corners of her mouth curved up into a beautiful but cocky smile.

“You’re welcome. Someone has to look out for your eating habits now that you’re on a restricted diet. As long as I’m here, I will be doing just that for you.”

“I appreciate it. But I’m not a child. I’m more than capable of watching what I eat.”

“All men are children, Alex, and you’re no exception.” She pointed her finger at me. “I’ll train you to eat a proper high blood pressure diet. Then, when I’m gone, you’ll be well educated.”

Something stirred inside me when she said “when I’m gone.” There really was no reason for her to leave so soon after Adam returned. She should use that time to reconnect with her brother.

“Have you thought about sticking around for a while after Adam gets back? Maybe try and reconnect with him?”

“Nah. Never stay in one place too long, and three months back in Cali is way too long.”

Her way of thinking was really starting to get on my nerves. After we finished lunch, she left, and I stood looking out the window with my hands in my pockets.

“Excuse me, Mr. Parker?” my secretary Olivia spoke.

“Yes.”

“Don’t forget you have that charity event tomorrow night at Jonathan Place.”

“Shit. I already forgot. Call Jenna and have her make sure my tuxedo is ready.”

“Yes, sir.”

I sat down at my desk and looked through my contacts of women who would want to attend with me. As I scrolled through the names, no one was peaking my interest. I sighed. Suddenly, I realized that I didn’t have Emerson’s phone number.

“Olivia,” I called over the intercom. “Do some digging and get the phone number for an Emerson James.”

“Right away, sir.”

“When you get it, text it to my cell.”

“Of course, sir.”

I’d let her into my home. She cooked for me. I even fucked her twice now and I still didn’t have her number. My phone beeped with a text message from Olivia. I stored Emerson’s number in my contacts and then sent her a text message.

“There’s a charity function tomorrow night and I need you to go with me. You’ll need a formal dress, so go to Bloomingdales and buy one. Put it on my account.”

A few moments later, she replied, “Who is this?”

I rolled my eyes and let a small smile cross my lips.

“It’s Alex. Who the hell else would be asking you to a charity event?”

“You never know. Who would have thought I would have run into the man from Vegas in your office, lol!”

Did she really just say “lol”? I shook my head and replied.

“Very funny, Emerson. Now go buy a dress.”

“I don’t believe you asked me properly, Mr. Parker. You said that you ‘need’ me to go. You didn’t ask me if I would like to go. There’s a difference, you know.”

I could feel my blood pressure rising by the minute. She was going to be the death of me.

“Emerson, would you like to attend a charity function with me tomorrow night? It’s for a very good cause.”

“Why thank you, Mr. Parker. I’d love to.”

“Good. NOW GO BUY A DRESS!”

“Watch your blood pressure. I would hate to miss that event because you went and had a heart attack.”

I clenched my jaw and set my phone down. That woman. That beautiful, hot-as-fuck, amazing-in-bed, smart-mouth woman.

Chapter 16

Emerson

Alex Parker needed to learn some manners on how to ask a woman to an event. How in the world did the women he dated put up with his attitude? I shook my head and walked into the living room where Jenna was dusting and plopped myself on the couch.

“Alex asked me to go to a charity event tomorrow night and he told me to go buy a dress at Bloomingdales.”

“Really?” she asked with a twisted face.

“Yeah. I’m just as surprised as you are. Would you like to come with me?”

“When?”

“After you get off work.”

“Sure. I’d love to!”

After she was finished with her work for His Majesty, Jenna and I hopped into Adam’s car and drove to Bloomingdales. After trying several dresses on, I decided on a beautiful black slim chiffon dress with a sweetheart neckline and beaded top. It was beautiful and it fit perfectly.

“Did Mr. Parker give you a budget?” Jenna asked.

“He just said to put it on his account. But maybe I should ask him. This dress is really expensive.”

Pulling out my phone, I sent Alex a text message.

“Hi, it’s Emerson. Do I have a budget for the dress?”

“I know who this is, Emerson. Did you find one?”

“Yes.”

“How much is it?”

“It’s priced at 7,000 dollars.”

“Are you kidding me? Is that the only one you could find?”

“Yes. But it’s a Christian Dior. I can look around. I saw a pretty dress in the window at a resale shop we passed.”

I silently smiled. There would be no way he’d let me buy a dress from a resale shop and be seen with me wearing it.

“Buy the Christian Dior. It’s fine.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind going to the resale shop.”

“EMERSON. BUY THE DAMN DRESS!”

“You don’t have to be so rude about it. Remember your blood pressure.”

“I’m sorry if I came across rude. Please buy the dress you like. I’m sure you look stunning in it.”

“Thank you, Alex.”

“You’re welcome.”

I handed the dress to the sales associate and Jenna and I drove home. When I pulled up, I was surprised to see Alex getting out of the Bentley. It was only eight o’clock. I said goodbye to Jenna and Alex stopped before he reached the front door.

“May I see what you bought?” he asked.

“No. You can see it on me tomorrow night.”

We walked into the house and I headed straight to my room, Alex following behind.

“But I paid for it. So I want to see it.”

“You will. Tomorrow night.” I smiled. “By the way, why are you home so early?”

“I’ve decided that I’m not going to be at the office so late anymore. I’m going to be doing a lot of work from home.”

“Wow. What brought on that revelation?” I smirked.

“I’ve been working too much and I think it’s time I cut back and maybe not worry about so many things.”

“So you took my advice?”

“No.”

I placed my hand on his muscular chest. “Listen, big guy, we’re friends, right?”

“I suppose we’re friends. Friends with benefits.” The grin on his face grew.

“Right. I guess you could say that. Anyway, I don’t know how to break it to you, but you’re really uptight and way too proper.”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t take offense. You need to let loose a little and stop taking things so seriously. For example, like today in your office, I thought your head was going to explode when you found out about the stripper thing. I did it as a favor. Was I proud? No. But my friend needed me to do it because she’s a single mom and she has the most adorable little boy I’ve ever seen. She really tries to give him a good life and when I heard the manager at the club threaten to fire her, I had to do whatever I could to help. Would I ever do it again? No way. Those men are sex-starved losers who view women as nothing but fuck toys.”

“Did you just say fuck toys?”

“Yes. My point is, sometimes you just need to go with the flow. Another example would be how you can’t even make yourself a sandwich. You run a multi-billion-dollar company, yet you can’t put a piece of meat between two slices of bread.”

“Emerson, it’s not that I can’t make one. I just don’t want to. I have people to do that for me.”

“My point exactly. What gives you the right to order people around like that?”

“It’s how I was raised. We had all kinds of staff in the house that did things for us.”

“Of course you did because you’re a snob.”

The look on his face was getting angrier by the minute.

“I’m not saying this to piss you off. I’m just trying to make you see that you can’t control everyone and everything.”

“Yes I can,” he spoke, deadpan.

I sighed as I rolled my eyes. “I’m going to help you lighten up. It’s not like I have anything better to do.”

He glared at me, a glare so full of contempt that it was burning a hole through my soul.

“You think you can do that?”

“I know I can.” I bit down on my bottom lip.

“Okay, then. Good luck.” He turned and walked away.

“You wait and see. By the time I leave California, you’ll be a whole new man!” I yelled.

He walked back into the bedroom and cocked his head. “Let me ask you this. Why do you want to change me?”

“I don’t want to change you, Alex. I just want you to be more relaxed and appreciate the small things in life and not get so worked up over the little things.”

“Are you cooking dinner?” he asked.

“Are you helping?” I smiled.

He took in a deep breath. “Fine. But I don’t know how much help I’d actually be.”

****

Alex

We stepped into the kitchen and Emerson opened the refrigerator.

“Hmm. Well, it looks like we’re making a trip to the grocery store.”

“We’ll just order take-out,” I spoke. There was no way I was going to the grocery store.

“Nope. No takeout for you. Come on, Parker, let’s take a trip to the store.”

“Can’t. Phillip is off for the night.”

She raised her eyebrow at me. That right there drove me crazy. I found her incredibly sexy when she did that. She reached inside her purse, grabbed her car keys, and held them up with a smile.

“We don’t need Phillip.”

“Oh no. We aren’t taking Adam’s car.”

“Yes, we are. It’ll be fun. You can drive if you want.” She threw me the keys.

I handed her keys back to her. “We’ll take my car.”

“Your car? Since when do you have a car?” She frowned.

“I’ve always had a car. Let’s go and get this over with.” I sighed.

We walked into the grocery store, where Emerson led me to the vegetables.

“See all the pretty colors.” She smiled. “Food should be fun and colorful.”

At that moment, I caught myself staring at her as she inspected each pepper before putting it into the bag. I found myself smiling on the inside because as much as I hated grocery shopping, I didn’t mind it with her.

“Do you like salmon?” she asked as we approached the seafood counter.

“Yes.”

“Good, because I make a mean salmon. You’re going to love it.” She patted my chest.

“I’m sure I will.”

Her passion for cooking was undeniable, which led me to think about a few things. As we were on our way home, her phone rang.

“Hey, Adam,” she answered and put it on speaker.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Alex and I are just heading home from the grocery store.”

“What?”

“Did you not hear what I said?”

I let out a light laugh. That attitude of hers.

“Yeah. I heard you. But why?”

“Because I’m cooking dinner for us.”

“You better not be sleeping with him, Emerson,” he snarled.

She looked over at me and bit down on her lip.

“Okay, so you think because we went to the grocery store that we’re sleeping together?”

“Alex doesn’t go to the grocery store and the fact that he’s with you right now leads me to believe there’s something going on.”

“Listen, Adam. You sent me to live with him. He hired me to cook for him because his chef had to go to Florida to be with his sick mother. So if you think that grocery shopping with Alex equals sex, then you need therapy. Good-bye, Adam. Call me when you’re not going all Freud on me.”

She ended the call and I couldn’t help but laugh. “He sounded pissed.”

“Too bad. I’m tired of him thinking he can run my life. He’s not my father and I’m twenty-six years old. Just because he took care of me after the accident doesn’t give him the right. By the way, what did my brother do for you that you owed him a favor?”

I looked over at her for a second and then stared back at the road. “He helped me out with the IRS. Let’s just say he kept my ass out of jail.”