Brooke
Stepping in the elevator I fall against the wall. What the fuck was that? In the last five years I’ve had a lot of clients, but none have made me feel anything. None of them have even turned me on. But none of have ever looked like Owen. It’s also the first time I ever went back to someone’s place. It’s always at a hotel, so I wasn’t sure it was something I should do. It took me off guard when he said it, but I thought maybe it would be the best option...I was wrong.
I can’t let this turn into something more than it is. I need to keep my head on straight. Fucking him tonight would have lead to nothing more than what I’m sure would have been multiple orgasms. Which was not easy to walk away from. That orgasm he just gave me, was the first in five long years. The way he took control, the pain mixed with pleasure, it was intense. However, when he looked up at me, his lips and beard glistening with my release, my knees went week. It was the hottest thing I ever saw.
The elevator opens and I step out on the street to look for Joe. He pulls up and before he can even get out, I open the door and climb in.
“Miss Alexander, it’s a pleasure seeing you again,” he says, pulling out onto the street.
Blowing out a breath, I drop my head back. “Yeah it’s great to see you too, Joe.”
I need to go tell Pete I didn’t get anything out of him and he’s going to be pissed. I’ve never gone back with nothing, but I’ve never engaged with a client like I am with Owen. The fucking incredible body he has, and I mean holy shit, that man must be at the gym more than I am. Muscles flexing with every move he made. It was hot, so damn hot. The feel of his strong hands on me, his fingers digging into my thighs. My ass pressed against the cold glass of his window, giving a show to anyone who looked up. His talented mouth working me over until I exploded.
Fuck. I shake my head trying to compose myself. I knew my head wasn’t in the game and that’s where I need it. So, even though the multiple orgasms would have been amazing, I couldn’t do it. He’d end it there and I need to keep him interested. Interested enough to tell me what I need to know. Stopping him was the only way that was going to happen.
Pulling up at the office, I wait for Joe to open my door. He gives me a small grin, “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Trying to hold back my laugh, I nod. “I guess you will.”
The man knows things that blow my mind. I have no idea where he gets his information, but sometimes I think he should be the one getting it all for Pete.
Fixing my hair and makeup in the elevator on the way up to see Pete, my heart is pounding in my chest. I’ve never been nervous with him, never had a reason to be. Now, he’s got my dream dangling over my head and the only way to keep it alive is to give him what he wants. I just need more time to do it.
Knocking on his door, I walk in and sit down. He tosses his glasses onto the oak desk and leans back in his chair. “Well?”
“I need more time. He’s not like the others,” I say, swallowing the lump in my throat.
“More time? What the hell Brooke? You better not be pulling one over on me here,” he says in a booming voice.
“Pete, I’ll get what you need. I just need more time. He’s not easy, he doesn’t want to give up anything. But he will, you need to trust me.”
“Trust you? Until the other day I had nothing but trust for you, but now I don’t know,” he says, scrubbing his face. “You better not be screwing me over here.”
Standing up, I feel my pulse racing with the anger rushing through me. “You’re one to talk about screwing someone over. I tried to walk away and you blackmailed me. If anyone should be wondering about trust here it’s me. I told you I’d get you want you want and I will, but I’ll do it on my timeline. If you don’t like it, you’re more than welcome to find someone else.”
“Two weeks.”
“Excuse me?”
Getting up, he stands in front of his desk, crossing his lanky arms. “You have two weeks to get what I need. If not, well you know.” Glancing at his watch he looks back up at me. “Two weeks until those mom’s learn who’s teaching their little princesses. Tick tock, Brooke.”
Spinning on my heel, I walk out, slamming the door behind. Fucking asshole.
Laying in bed, I have so much running through my head. I need to get in control of this situation with Owen. Even though I can’t sleep thinking of the things I want him to do to me, making my already wound up body more wound up. I need to stop and think of it for what it is, just another job. I have two weeks to get what I need. Two weeks before Pete destroys my dream. Hopefully he’ll call me for dinner tomorrow and we’ll get this over with.
**
The blaring of my alarm rips me from a very good dream. A dream that I shouldn’t be having. A dream that includes the hottest man that I’ve ever seen. Cracking my eyes open, the sun is just peeking over the building across the street and I blow out a breath. I need to get this over with because it’s too much hanging over my damn head.
Making my way to the kitchen for some much needed coffee, my phone starts to ring. “What the hell?” I say out loud as I squint down at it. Holy shit. “Hello?”
“Morning, blue eyes, hope you slept good. I sure as hell didn’t because someone left me standing naked in my living room with a hard-on,” he says.
Biting my lip to keep from laughing, I lean against the counter. “That’s a damn shame. I slept like a baby.”
He lets out a throaty laugh as I pour my coffee. “Couldn’t have been that great considering you’re awake already.”
“What do you want this early, Ace?” I ask, trying to keep the conversation off sex.
“Do you really want me to answer that?” he asks with a small chuckle.
Sipping my coffee, I shake my head. “Nope I’m good.”
“Okay so you’re not a morning person, got it. Alright, I’ll cut to the chase, I need your address to pick you up tonight.”
“You needed to call me at six forty-five in the morning to ask for my address?” I ask, sitting down in my big comfortable chair.
“Damn, you haven’t had coffee yet, have you?”
“Drinking it now, but considering I just rolled out of bed this conversation is nearly over.”
“Just rolled out of bed huh? What are you wearing?” he asks, laughing.
“Great, you’re a morning person. Get on with it Ace because I’m two seconds away from hanging up on your ass,” I say, closing my tired eyes.
“Give me your address and you’ll be rid of me...for now.”
I give it to him and tell him I’ll see him tonight before hanging up. Smiling, I look out the window at the street below. He’s excited about seeing me again, which can only work in my favor. I’ll get him talking and once I do he’ll never shut up.
After a few cups of coffee, some breakfast and a quick shower, I grab my dance bag and I’m out the door. I have a ballet class this morning and nothing gets my blood pumping faster. These girls are older and it’s a more challenging class. The little ones are fun, but these girls are hard core. Like me.
Getting to the studio, I unlock the doors and flip on all the lights. I’ve had it up and running for just over a year now and every time I walk in I feel a sense of pride. It’s my dream, always has been. To be able to make it come true has been the greatest accomplishment of my life. Even if the way I made it come true is something I’m not exactly proud of.
After class is over and everyone has left, I lock the door. I go back into the dance studio, I turn up the music. Closing my eyes briefly, I let it wash over me. Pushing up on my toes, I begin to dance. My mind is focused only on the way my body is moving, nothing else in the world exists. It’s just music and dancing. I pirouette, feeling the weight of my body on my toes as I spin. It’s painfully exhilarating. I leap across the floor, from one foot to the other, light as a feather. Ballet is such a beautiful dance of expressing yourself.
An hour later, I fall to the ground. My body aches, I’m sweating and breathing heavily. It’s pure pleasure. Nothing compares to this feeling, nothing. My heart is pounding in my chest as I sit up stretching my muscles out. I need to make tonight work, because losing this, this feeling, is something I’m not willing to lose.