*Andrea*
The party was in full swing, and Alejandro and I fell into a relaxing routine. With his hands on my lower back, I leaned into his embrace, feeling the warmth only he could provide.
In between conversations with other people, he teased me, and at one point, it seemed like he was going to kiss me.
My heart hammered in my chest as he leaned closer, his gaze intense as his eyes wandered from mine and settled on my lips.
I wondered then if he would go ahead with it, but just when he was getting closer, I remembered where we were.
Placing my hands on his chest, I reluctantly pushed him away as I blushed deeply. “Please, not here,” I whispered, my voice shaking.
He straightened and adjusted his suit, telling me that he was just pulling my legs. My eyes widened, and I thought of the effect he had on me and the fact that if we hadn’t been at a party with a crowd around us, I would have let him have his way.
We bantered playfully after that, but we were soon interrupted by a tall, elegant woman. She looked like a sophisticated model with long red hair, the right color for seduction, and warm brown eyes that portrayed confidence.
I didn’t miss her bright red lips that parted sensually when she said, “Mr. Costa?”
Even the way she called his last name sounded sexy, and I couldn’t help but feel insecure when Alejandro turned to face her. I could see the recognition in his gaze as he responded with “Helen, What are you doing here?” and for some reason, I couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy that sparked a flame deep inside me.
The feeling was so potent that it consumed me, especially when she pulled him into a hug. I couldn’t hear Alejandro’s conversation with her, but I knew something was going on.
The next moment, Helen turned to face me with a fake apologetic smile on her face. “Hi there. I think I’ll have to steal him for a while.”
I expected Alejandro to resist, but he turned to me, and all he said was, “I’ll be right back.”
I scoffed as he walked away with her, suddenly finding myself alone in the middle of the floor. I grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter passing by and downed it, trying to stop myself from going after them and ripping Helen’s hands away from my man.
The thought shook me immediately. I was not that kind of person. I would never allow jealousy to push me that far. And Alejandro wasn’t even my man, so why was I suddenly feeling possessive?
I sighed as I grabbed another glass of champagne, replacing the empty glass on the tray before the waiter could move away.
I held this one longer in my hands, sipping it occasionally and letting my eyes wander through the crowd as I decided to socialize.
If Alejandro wanted to leave me for Helen, then I sure as hell can have conversations with other men, right?
Soon, I was laughing as I indulged myself in a very interesting conversation with a French speaker like myself.
We discussed topics ranging from business to guessing what each guest had done before coming to the party.
Just when the conversation was beginning to slow to an end, someone came up behind me, and I could hear him tell my funny new friend, “Care if I borrow her for a minute?”
The young man I’ve been talking to for a while bowed with a flourish as if to say, ‘The floor is yours’ before kissing my knuckles in French humor and stalking away.
My eyes followed him into the crowd, and I realized I didn’t even know his name. I would like to meet him again. He was funny and interesting, and having such a good partner at these kinds of parties would be nice.
I finally turned back to look at the intruder. “Mr. Blonde…sorry, Mr. Shaw.” I quickly corrected myself after the slip-up. I have gotten so used to calling him Mr. Blonde that even after I knew his name, Dave Shaw, I couldn’t bring myself to stop.
“Interesting party, won’t you agree?” He tried to make conversation, and I rolled my eyes playfully.
“Looks boring to me, and you just told off the one person that made all this bearable,” I said, trying to look annoyed.
Mr. Blonde saw right through my drama and smiled, stepping up to me as he whispered in my ears. “Well, I could be a more interesting partner than he is. You’ll never know if you don’t wait around to find out.”
If it was Alejandro who stepped that close to me, I’d be over my head right now with desire, but as Mr. Blonde did it, I didn’t feel anything.
I put some distance between us and threw my head back with laughter. His words were actually not that funny, but the fact that I knew what he was insinuating and trying so hard to do. My body didn’t even feel anything at all, although his well-thought seduction plan made it all funny.
“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see, Mr. Shaw,” I responded coyly, acting like I didn’t know what was going on. He looked pleased by my answer, and my brain was already formulating a plan to get him to drop the investment for Alejandro. We wanted it first, after all, and it was technically ours.
“That reminds me. I owe you a drink, so let’s go get it.” I wanted to point out that I already had a glass of champagne with me, but as I opened my mouth to protest, I discovered that my champagne was already finished.
He held out his elbow for me, and I scanned the crowd, looking for Alejandro. I wouldn’t want him to get back and not meet me here. I was still his secretary at the end of the day, and my role was to support him.
I couldn’t find him anywhere, and my heart prickled at the thought of him and Helen in a private place away from the crowd. Refusing to spiral into that web of jealousy again, I linked my hand through Mr. Shaw’s elbow, holding onto his biceps as we pushed through the crowd.
He got me a glass of wine, and we walked to a quieter place. He turned to face me, suddenly looking nervous. I knew what was coming, so I quickly diverted his focus.
“So, what do you think about the investment you’re making?” I asked, making my face look nonchalant so he wouldn’t know the amount of interest I had in his answer.
“But you just said the party was boring, and here you are, discussing work, which in my books is worse than this party. How does your brain run?” I would have taken the last part of his sentence as an insult if I hadn’t seen how he suddenly turned all his attention to me, looking at me like I was the most important thing in the world.
I laughed subtly. “Well, maybe it isn’t work I find interesting, maybe it’s just you I want to know more about.”
I high-fived myself mentally for that smooth line because Mr. Shaw’s mouth dropped open, and I knew I had shocked him into silence.
“You’re a very dangerous woman.” He commented when he later gathered his wits.
This time around, I laughed sincerely and not just for show. “So, will you answer my question or continue to flatter me with compliments all day?”
Just then, I felt a hand wrap around my waist as I was pulled back against a hard body. I gasped as the sudden movement made the drink slosh in the glass, and some spilled on my hand.
“I need my secretary right now, Mr. Shaw. There are some decisions I need to make that need her genius input,” Alejandro’s dark voice rubbled in his chest, and I felt it as if my back were plastered against his chest.
He let go of my waist without waiting for a reply, only to grab my hand and lead me away. I stumbled slightly on my heels as he walked too fast.
He stopped briefly, assessing me up and down before bending slightly to scoop me in his arms. I squealed and looked around hastily, but then I realized we were in a long, lonely hallway.
He finally put me down, and I noticed we were in the restroom. I stared at him through the glass directly in front of me as he went to lock the door before striding back to me.
I was shocked as I took in his features. I’ve never seen Alejandro so angry before. His face was contorted in rage, his jaw ticked, and his hands were fisted by his side.
“Alejandro…” I tested the waters. But there was no water to test tonight because I was talking to a brick wall. He didn’t even look at me as he came behind me, removing my hair from the bun I had put it in for the party.
He ran his hands through my hair before softly brushing it to the side. “Anna…” he whispered, his nose skimming the skin of my neck.
I bit down on my lip to stifle the moan making its way out of my mouth. “Alejandro…” I moaned.
He yanked my hair, making my head tip upwards, and for the first time since we entered the bathroom, he looked into my eyes. I gasped as I looked at his reflection.
His eyes were red, and he was still angry. “I leave you for a few minutes, and I come back to find you flirting with Blondie, huh?”
“Alejandro…” I whimpered, getting wet at his possessiveness. I had thought I was the only one affected by jealousy.
“Shhh… don’t say anything, love. I want to punish you so you’ll know who you belong to.” And with that, his mouth was on my neck, nibbling, sucking, biting and leaving love marks.
I moaned and thrashed in his hands, but he kept my head firm as he continued his torture. As if that wasn’t enough, his other hand went under my dress and found my pussy.
“Please…” I moaned, not able to control myself.
But he just chuckled darkly, switching his mouth to the other side of my neck while his hands slid my panties down. He used a finger to flick my clit, and I sagged against him as pleasure rammed into me. Just once more, and I will come. I said in my head, knowing he would stop if I spoke out loud.
But he stopped anyway, bending down to remove my panties. He pushed my dress up to my waist, and I widened my legs to accommodate him, but he just chuckled as his tongue swiped my clit.
I almost passed out from the pleasure, but it stopped. I opened my eyes to see Alejandro pocketing my panties.
He cupped my cheeks, staring down with desire in his eyes. “This is what is going to happen, love. You’ll stay here and pack your hair back into a bun, putting all those sweet love bites I gave you on display. Then you’ll return to the party, feeling frustrated and on edge that you didn’t get to come. You’ll be so turned on that your juices will flow down your legs freely, and you’ll remember that your panties are with me.”
His hands slid further down my body. “Only I get to see, hold, or touch any part of you. That’s your lesson for tonight.”
He turned and walked out, leaving me in a daze. Then, he turned to face me when he got to the door.
“And Anna, if you touch yourself, I’ll know.” And with that, he was gone.