“We’re gonna get arrested,” she muttered, climbing in before him.
“Maybe.” He chuckled. “But I know a lawyer who can get me off.”
“In more ways than one.” She tossed his shirt back over her head, giggling when he crawled in after her.
***
Roman stretched his back to work out the kinks from the gymnastics they’d performed in the car, feeling older than his thirty-five years. It had been worth it for the excellent blowjob. He gave her the day because he wanted to give her time after the heady conversation of the previous night. It was too close for comfort, and they both needed to take a step back and reassess the situation. He was an unattached club owner who had no business attempting a relationship at the moment.
Too much was happening: he was unsettled; she was too uptight to ever fit in his lifestyle. To top it off, she was the daughter of the man he hated. Shrugging off his responsibility at the club to go meet her for random sex and spending the rest of the evening with her? Never happened before, and wouldn’t again if he could help it. He needed to remain focused since his reputation was on the line and he wasn’t about to let it go for anyone, including Alexandra Kane.
“Roman?” Quinn peeked his head in the office. His body was strumming with nervous energy and he didn’t sit down as usual, instead coming to stand in front of Roman holding a piece of paper. “We need to talk.”
“Why? You going to try and tell me not to be with Alexandra again?” Quinn hadn’t mentioned her again, but Roman knew he was just waiting for his opportunity.
“I wish it were that simple, and I still think you shouldn’t keep her under lock and key, but I’m not here about Alexandra. It’s just a rumor, but I figured you’d want to know in case it materializes.”
Roman took the paper he handed him, reading the information emailed to Quinn earlier, dread and anger growing after every word.
9
“So, what happened with Mr. Sexy?” Blair wagged her eyebrows the week following Roman’s and her bar hookup.
“Nothing,” Alexandra answered, feeling the heat creep up her neck, remembering what happened after the bar. He’d owned her, and she’d craved it and so much more. She thought they’d crossed some imaginary line the other day when they agreed to be friends, which left her more confused. This was an arrangement, but they’d been sexting since then, and every once in a while their conversations would venture into more personal aspects. Her days were so busy she’d only had time to meet him once, but he’d texted her earlier saying she better be there that night or else.
Blair chuckled. She moved her salad plate to the side so she could prop her hands on the table like a child waiting for their lesson, focusing her undivided attention on Alexandra. “Riiight, because that blush is for nothing. I know you met with him, because you told me last week you were. You can’t leave out the sexy times with me. We always share sexy time, so you can’t stop now when you have someone who’s around sex all the time. What happened with you guys?”
Alexandra looked around, taking in the normal lunch crowd of the restaurant where Blair and she decided to meet. It was a place to see and be seen, and Alexandra often did some of her best networking at lunch, so this was not the ideal time to discuss her sex life surrounded by prying ears.
Alexandra loved Blair, but Blair made fun of Alexandra as often as she could. And sharing their sex stories was one of the ways she did it. Blair was willing to give up the details, but Alexandra had always been the one who wanted to keep her sex life to herself, which was hard with Blair around. “Are you going to let this go?”
“Nope,” Blair answered, gesturing for the waitress to come and refill their glasses. The waitress walked over, filling up the water before she backed away to move on to another customer. Alexandra waited for her to move out of earshot before she started speaking again.
She took a sip of water, wishing for wine, before she answered. “Okay, so we agreed to do this, but we haven’t had sex yet.” Alexandra figured she’d be forgiven for the lie, because Blair was a gossip. Giving her any information about her sex life meant others would have it, too, and Alexandra refused to be gossiped about because she was with Roman.
“Hmm.” Blair stayed silent after that, moving her food around on her plate and seeming to contemplate what Alexandra said. “So, you’ve decided you’re having sex, but he hasn’t sealed the deal yet. I would think he would give you a quickie or something.”
“Well,” Alexandra hedged, not wanting to completely lie, “I did get something out of the deal.”
“Did you at least get orgasms?” Blair wagged her eyebrows, so excited she was leaning forward in her chair.
“Yes, and they were amazing. And his body reminds me of one of those underwear ads. You know the ones where you aren’t quite sure bodies like that existed in real life? It does; trust me, I know. But that’s all I’m telling you,” Alexandra said, knowing Blair was the kid after the last piece of chocolate cake at a birthday party when it came to getting answers.
“That’s awesome.” Blair chortled. “You should have taken a picture. And I can’t wait for more.”
“You aren’t getting more. You’re lucky I told you that much.” There was very little Blair could do that would piss her off, but Alexandra pretended to act irritated, stabbing a piece of her salad and shoving it dramatically in her mouth. Blair leaned over, giving Alexandra a kiss on her cheek. When you've known someone since you were a knobby-kneed nine-year-old, personal boundaries tended to go out of the window.
Blair waved her off, going back to her lunch. “You liar. I’m getting everything and then some. Don’t be so dramatic. You made it sound like I was stabbing you. It shouldn’t have taken me so much to get the first bit out. All I want is to live vicariously through you. Those of us who are old married women don’t get to have as much fun.” Blair had been married to Derrick for five years, and they were so in love it was a bit sickening at times. And more power to Derrick, who put up with Blair’s idiosyncratic personality like a champ.
“Aww…is the poor married woman who gets sex on the regular jealous?” Alexandra chuckled. This was an old joke; Blair said she liked to live vicariously through her and Alexandra told Blair she got sex all the time.
“Yeah, sex on the regular is the joke. You think corporate mergers work themselves out? Although, Derrick should be done in the next month and then he’s promised me a long vacation in Tahiti.”
“Tahiti should be fun.”
“Yes.” Blair smiled, her happiness evident. “And well deserved. But don’t think I’m forgetting about you. When are you seeing him again?”
“Tonight,” Alexandra answered without hesitation. “But I have a question, because you were kind of evasive when I asked how you knew about the club.” It was Blair’s turn to squirm at that point. She was one who could dish it but had a hard time taking it.
“I told you, I know a guy.” Blair shrugged as though it was no big deal having access to the owner of the most exclusive sex club in the city. As a personal shopper Blair helped outfit people’s wardrobe, but she had no idea if Blair’s clients talked to her about sex. Probably, Alexandra thought, considering people always talked to Blair about sex. Besides, they had to talk about something when they were in those dressing rooms. Alexandra wanted to question her further, but couldn’t say anything more when she saw Franklin approaching her table. It always happened; stick around long enough and someone was bound to wander over.
“Alexandra.” He held his arms out for a hug. She held her arm out, giving him a brief side hug so he wouldn’t think she was brushing him off. He focused his attention on Blair, who watched with curiosity. Alexandra had several clients who came and said hello but none who attempted a hug. “And who is this beautiful woman?”