Alec pulls away from my lips, but his eyes assure me that’s the last thing he wants to do. Both of us want to ignore the intruders, but we can’t. We just can’t. Quickly, he looks over his shoulder, unzips and removes his jacket to hold it in front of him and hide his swollen erection. “Stay here.” He leaves me breathless and watching. I pull my coat tighter around my body as he walks up to them. “Hey. Can I see that?”

“No way,” a dark-haired hipster says, holding his phone tightly in his stumpy little fingers. Alec easily takes it from him. The guy objects, “Hey!” as Alec deletes the images.

“You look good, Rue,” he smirks to me as the two guys watch, helplessly.

“I do, huh?” I grin at him.

“Come ON!” the amber-haired one cries out, his pimples betraying his munchies-after-bong addiction.

Finished removing the evidence, Alec surprises the guys by moving to stand in between them and turning the phone around for a three-person-selfie. Jazzed, the guys smile for the shot, and Alec’s left corner of his mouth does its usual, sexy-as-fuck upturn. He snaps a photo and hands the phone back to them. “Now, no photos of us as we walk away. Deal?”

“You got it.” “Thanks man!” They’re both looking at the photo, their heads pushed together. “This is awesome.” “No one’s going to believe it.”

Alec walks over and grabs my hand, hightailing it out of there. “Shit,” he mutters, “What was I thinking?”

I’m too impressed, aroused and delirious to say anything intelligible. Walking beside him, the idea settles in that I really like this man.

Not just the idea of him, but him. I always thought he was this untouchable creature but there’s warmth behind his eyes that says he keeps a piece of him away from the public eye. His tough persona is hiding a normal guy who just happens to look like a Greek God in modern day clothing. Maybe Jenna was right and my initial predilection toward thinking I was in love with him was based on years of watching him from afar with the rest of the world. But now, hurrying to keep up to his long strides, I feel a growing like for him.

But what good does that do us?

We’re stuck between his best friends, my brothers, in a world that will display our affair if we tried to have one.

Affair.

“Oh my God.”

“What?” he asks, leading me away from the popular street like he knows where he’s going.

Struck inwardly by our racing steps and my revelation, I whisper to myself, more than to him, “Is this what she felt like, hiding and running so people wouldn’t find out?”

Alec frowns and doesn’t answer. As we rush down side streets toward the West Village, the lights get fewer and darker, the asphalt replaced by cobblestones. It feels like we’re on the run. Like we’re a secret. Because we are.

“Look. I don’t know about what your mom and Max went through, but this–you and me–it’s complicated. I’m not interested in falling in love. You got it?” I nod, but what he said, hurts. “I don’t have space for that in my life. I’m on the road a lot. I have to focus on my music. It’s not just that Sean would hate this. It’s that…”

“You would hate it,” I mumble, tugged along, the pain stinging more.

He stops abruptly and grabs me by my shoulders. “I hate it already! Can’t you see that? When you were kissing that guy at the club, I wanted to kill him!”

My shoulders hurting from his grip, I say on a gasp, “I… was drunk. It didn’t mean anything.”

Hazel and gold narrows above a tightened jaw. “I didn’t like it. Don’t do it again.”

I nod, but he doesn’t release me. He’s waiting for me to say more. To make him believe me. “I won’t do it again. I won’t kiss anyone, if you don’t want me to. But Alec, is that really fair?”

He blinks away his anger, knowing it’s crazy, that he’s got no right. Taking my hand again, he races me across another street. I almost fall, my heel lodging itself awkwardly between the centuries-old stones. “Oh!” He grabs me by the waist quickly and bends to retrieve my shoe. Slipping it onto my foot, he rises and looks into my adoring gaze. I try to hide it, but he just put my shoe on for me! The fairytale has slammed into my mind again; how am I supposed to feel?

Frowning, he grunts and wraps his arm around my waist, quickly guiding me to a nearby building. At a nondescript door, he pulls out a key, shoving it into the lock. I glance up and see we’re between two clothing stores, at a door that seems to lead up to apartments. There is no signage or even names on the security keypad. Just blank spaces next to five sets of numbers.

Once inside, I’m swept up the stairs, pulled again by my hand. My heart is racing fast. Where is he taking me? On the second floor, he pulls out another key and lets us into a beautiful sparsely decorated loft. It’s obviously a bachelor pad of the grandest fashion. There are hundreds of black and white photographs framed and hung on the long wall to our right. He locks the door and quickly goes to close the curtains, street-side. One after another, he pulls them closed, making his way rapidly down the immense room all the way to the other end.

Suddenly Sean’s warning is screaming in my ears. I’m setting myself up for a crushing fall. Oh God… what am I doing? Is this Alec’s stud-apartment he keeps in the city? There’s a king-size bed at the end with masculine bedding; dark colors and few pillows. How many women has he made scream on that bed? How many teeth have bitten those pillows as he’s… I gulp and my eyes widen as Alec turns to me with the most sexual look I’ve ever seen.

All warnings go out the fucking window.

As I watch his purposeful strides, the look in his eyes, the way his hands are tense because they want to grip onto my hips, I now know that before tonight, I’ve only been with boys. Never men. Alec is only twenty-five, but with all the places he’s been, the people he’s known, the lovers he’s had, he is a man. And my body is responding to him as only a woman’s would. I’m stripped bare of the girl in me and of fear. I’ve no time for it. For him I feel only naked lust. He can see it in my eyes.

I will give him whatever he wants.

I run at him like I did in my house three thousand miles away, but this time we won’t be interrupted and the knowledge is an aphrodisiac. He catches me in his arms and we grope each other, mashing our lips together furiously, crushing everything. My feet find the floor as he sets me down to unleash my breast, bending down to tongue and tease my nipple, the pink skin tightening against his warm lips. He suckles it and I moan, “Alec, that feels so good.” He grinds his erection into me, and rises up to strip his jacket off, tearing the fabric of his tie in his haste to remove it. I slip my hands inside his shirt before it’s fully unbuttoned, so I can slide my fingers down his abs and over the taut V. The warm tightening of my belly as my panties moisten is agony. I want him inside me. I need it.

He’s watching me with parted lips, his breathing hoarse as he finishes unbuttoning his shirt.

“Alright. Alright. That’s enough” Jack steps out of the bathroom with his hands barely over his eyes, pretending to not be looking, but green eyes lock with mine and I scream.

Alec covers my naked breasts with his body, his arms flying around me in a protective embrace. “Jack,” he says, shaking his head. “You scared the shit out of me! Look away!”

“Stop stop stop. Isn’t she covered?” Jack smirks, still peeking through his fingers. “You wouldn’t be trying to fuck my sister now, would you, friend?” He’s amused, not like Sean would be, but I want to claw his eyes out anyway.

“Turn around!” Alec orders him angrily. “Give her a second.”

“Looks like that’s all the time she needs.” My mouth slackens as Jack throws me a look that says slut. Alec must have seen it, but he doesn’t acknowledge it as he watches Jack turn around with maddening slowness.

Furious at both of them, I slip my dress back into place, stepping away from Alec as he adjusts himself, cupping his package, and exchanges a quick look with me. I shake my head, not happy with this. Not happy at all.

“Let’s go,” Jack says without further ado, strolling to the door. No one addresses what just happened and I’m waiting for Alec to say something. I guess he must know that Jack has the key, and Jack must have known Alec would bring me here. Which is not good. If he knew that, that means it’s a habit for Alec to bring girls to this hidden apartment. I suspected that, but this confirms my fears.

Or worse, maybe Alec knew Jack would find us here and that’s why he brought me. Betrayed, I’m staring at Alec with my arms crossed around my chest, wondering why he doesn’t tell Jack off! He meets my angry stare and motions for me to walk out the door first. Gentleman, my ass.

All the way down the stairs, I keep my arms crossed around me. Jack’s happily bounding down the stairs, and silent Alec is holding up the rear a couple steps behind me. Jacks walks out, not holding the door for me. I catch it right before it slams in my face, and push it open to feel the cool night air hit me. It’s a lot colder than it was when we got here, that’s for damn sure.