Beautifully Twisted
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Beautifully Twisted
Copyright © 2013 by Jennifer Domenico
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Published by Io Scrivo Publishing LLC
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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“You and me, we’ll never be over. You know it. I know it.”
~ Scott Patrick
Alexa turns on the shower and watches the water splatter against the walls. She wanted it hot, to make her skin feel something; a state that her cold heart was not acquainted with. She was bored, and one thing was for sure, she needed something to do, and soon. She’s learned the hard way that she and boredom don’t mix well. The last time she got restless, she ended up messing around with some bartender named Joey, a supremely bad idea. He looked like he’d be up for it, but the poor guy ran away with his tail between his legs. She wanted, no needed, someone to get between her legs.
What she really needed was some excitement, a man that made her feel like Mr. One and Only. She remembered the day he propositioned her. Even though she knew it wasn’t a good idea to hook up with the boss, she couldn’t resist. Most people don’t report to possibly the hottest man on the planet, though. Scott Patrick wanted her sexually, he taught her everything she needed to know professionally, and all she had to do was not fall in love. She never stopped to think about how successful she was with that last bit.
Without Scott though, she wouldn’t be where she is today. Now, she’s the one calling the shots, heading up the new London office. At least the years she spent catering to his whims paid off. He kept his end of the bargain. Now, she just needs to find another plaything to amuse her for a while. One that will stick around. In the meantime, she would just have to take care of herself.
She steps into the steamy shower and begins washing her thick, brown hair. As the conditioner does its job, she leans back against the tiled wall and lets her hand slide down between her legs. Her fingers dip between the folds of flesh and she rubs tenderly for a moment before she turns to face a water jet. She angles it so it will hit her clit in just the right spot. Throwing her head back, she lifts a leg up and supports it on the built in shower bench. She knows it will only be a few minutes now before the built up sexual tension is released. As the water jet does its work, she closes her eyes and imagines the one person who could always make her scream.
Scotty
. She can see his face as clear as day as she brings herself to the climax she needs.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck!” She grabs the handle to the shower door and braces herself as her orgasm hits, washing over her, mimicking the water that flows down her body. She stands for a moment panting, recovering from her self-induced climax. She quickly finishes rinsing her hair and steps out of the shower.
She wants to put a little effort into her appearance today, even more than usual, since she was going to be meeting her new boss. She selects her best suit–a charcoal gray skirt and jacket with a pressed white blouse. She then lays out her favorite pair of gray platform pumps along with the silver jewelry she plans to wear. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she glides her thigh high stockings up each leg. Finally, she blow dries her hair, dusts her face in natural looking makeup, and finishes dressing. She gazes at her reflection in the mirror, admiring the rosy glow on her cheeks. Her looks are spectacular, and she knows it. How else did she get and keep Scott’s attention for so long? Certainly not her pathetic virginal skills at the time.
One last look in the mirror and she knows she achieved the look she wants–classy, professional, but sexy. Perfect.
Alexa glances down at the expensive watch on her wrist, one of many mementos she kept from the SP years, as she liked to call them. She smiles wistfully as she notes the time. When they were together, he constantly showed up with another over-the-top trinket. She loved receiving the gifts, having come from almost nothing. Now, she kept them as a reminder of how far she’d come; she could buy her own damn watch now.
Grabbing her coat and scarf, she peeks outside. Another dreary day. She longed for the sun of Southern California where she grew up, but this opportunity was too good to pass up. Even though she sometimes felt like she sold her soul to learn what she needed, she felt confident that it all paid off for her and that is really all that mattered to Alexa.
She heads out of her high-end apartment in London’s Belgravia neighborhood, an affluent area with tons of shops and restaurants. It was the perfect place to live to validate Alexa’s economic rise. Her driver, Oswald, watches the door and when he sees her, immediately jumps to attention. He knows she would be pissed off if she even waited thirty seconds for that car door to open. And no one likes a pissed off Alexa Drake.
“Morning, Miss Drake.”
“Good morning, Oswald. Do you have my coffee?”
“Yes, of course.”
It only took two days for him to figure out her routine and the coffee had to be hot and waiting. His timing to get it and then pick her up had to be perfect but he nailed it. It didn’t stop her from asking every day, like she was just waiting for him to screw up. Sometimes he wondered if she actually wanted him to so she had a reason to cuss him out. Again.
“The office, Miss Drake?”
She simply nods. He’d been driving her for over a year and never even received as much as a smile. He wondered what it took to get the coldest fish in town to warm up. Oswald took in her beauty with his eyes. Alexa Drake was one of the most stunning women he had ever seen. She was also rich, young, and successful. He couldn’t deny that she was a very generous boss as well. Driving her was a lucrative endeavor. Oswald didn’t care that she’s a complete bitch.
He closes her door and walks back around to his side. Glancing back at her, he sees that she’s already immersed in her Blackberry. He watches her for a moment before pulling out into traffic.
Fucking A, she’s a beauty
. Sipping her coffee, Alexa wrinkles her nose, staring disapprovingly at the cup for a moment. Her eyes shift up and meet Oswald’s in the rear view mirror.
“Where did you get this coffee?” she asks, accusingly.
“The same place, ma’am.”
Does she think I’m stupid? Why would I go somewhere else and break her routine?
“It’s different. Make sure tomorrow that only Leslie makes it. She’s the only one that does it right.”
Oh, now I have to have a specific person make her damn coffee?
Now might not be the best time to ask for time off but he has no choice.
“Miss Drake? My brother is coming to visit from America next week and I wondered if I could get a couple of days off to spend time with him?”
Alexa doesn’t look up and seems to ignore his request. He continues driving, glancing nervously at her reflection.
“And how am I supposed to get around town?” she finally asks, her voice cold and uncaring.