Three Stages of Love: Attraction (17 page)

We continued the dinner without further mention of the awkward conversation that had taken place in the restroom earlier.

“So, Eva, it must be nice to not have to work anymore,” Leila said.

“Well, it’s not like I’ve won the lottery. I plan on continuing at my job,” I responded, aware of what she meant but unwilling to show my agitation.

“Oh, come on, Eva. Look at Alexander here,” Leila said, stroking her hand over his arm in a flirtatious manner. “It looks to me like you have won the lottery.” She giggled through her obnoxious flirting, while her husband nudged her elbow to make her stop.

“Well,” I jumped in, “Alexander is ten times more than a lottery win, but I can assure you that I wasn’t made to be an everyday housewife, and Alexander fell in love with the businesswoman, not the maid.”

“Yes I did,” Alexander confirmed, moving into me for a delicate and assertive kiss.

Leila’s expression displayed her obvious annoyance by my response to her, but I was no fool. She may have positioned herself as the boss of this desperate housewives clique, but I wasn’t looking to be initiated into that club or to be a minion.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“You’re awfully quiet,” Alexander whispered as he stared straight at the road ahead of us on our drive home from dinner.

“I’m just—” I started.

“Please don’t give me the
I’m tired
line again. It was like a magician act earlier. You walked into the bathroom fine and walked out like you had seen a ghost.” Alexander paid very close attention and in little time was able to nail down my many personalities to a T.

“I’m actually not tired. You’re right. My attitude and energy completely changed after I went to the bathroom with the sisters,” I confirmed.

Alexander’s head turned to look at me rapidly as he drove, “
The sisters?
”

“Yeah, sorry, that’s the name I gave them in my head. They look like clones, and Leila is the leader,” I added bitterly. “They look and dress and walk just like the other. Leila barks, and the other two fall in line. It’s very strange. You do have to realize that I’ve lived in New York all my life, and I have yet to meet a New Yorker that is identical to another. We strive to be different and to stand out. These women strive to be exactly like all the others but a tad more expensive.”

Alexander chuckled under his breath. “And that is what’s bothering you? Why would you let their materialistic bullshit bother you?”

“Oh please, that’s not what’s bothering me. It’s something that Missy said and, more so, how Leila reacted.” I felt the anger rise in my throat, thinking about how Leila responded to Missy’s comment. “According to Missy, Cat’s husband—Steve—is cheating on her. Leila proceeded to comment that Cat couldn’t please her husband, so it served her right that he cheated. You should have seen her: her expression turned cold and malicious. She didn’t give a fuck that her friend was in pain. She was a completely different person than the one I had met. I know I have multiple personalities, so to speak, but I don’t flip-flop so I can hurt someone or to be fake.”

Alexander pulled over on the side street and took his seatbelt off to turn his body toward me. “Wait, how do they know that Steve is cheating? Cat is such a great girl.”

“OK, I didn’t think the conversation was worth pulling over for, but sure. They didn’t exactly say how they knew, but Leila went on about how if Cat had satisfied her husband it wouldn’t have happened—
and then
,” I said excitedly, “Missy chimed in, and she said,
Well, may be if you didn’t give it to him so well
. But then Leila cut her off and snapped at her. It was so weird, like there was some big secret that the two of them knew about but were keeping from Cat. It felt so malevolent.”

Alexander stared at me but said nothing at first. I could see him playing out the women’s conversation. “Shit!”

“What is it? Do you know something about all of this?” I asked.

“Do you think Leila is sleeping with Steve?” Alexander asked, saddened for Tom and Cat.

And I realized I hadn’t thought of that. “Oh, God. I didn’t even think of it that way. I was so consumed by how Leila was acting and responding that my usual brain was on slow motion.”

“No, you know what—it can’t be. Leila treats Tom like he is her life and death, so I highly doubt it. She would be nothing without him,” Alexander said.

But he had said more than he knew. “Wow, Alexander! That’s really fucked-up. I’m sorry—since when is a woman’s value equal to the man she is with?
And
trust me, Leila has a dark side to her, and not one that gets you to orgasm in the end. Oh, and she had no issue pushing aside her love for her husband or putting it on pause for a quick flirtatious rubdown on your arm,” I added with a hint of jealousy.

“Don’t start that shit. I meant that Leila—though I do believe she loves Tom—was your typical gold digger. She was a middle-class working secretary who waited for the first nice millionaire to buy into her bullshit.” Alexander leaned in over the console and ran his fingers through my hair, all the way through the ends, and rested them in between my cleavage, tickling my skin. “I get the sense that you were a tad jealous when Leila caressed my arm.”

Alexander continued to run his two fingers over my bulging chest as he stared at me, determined and ignited. The prickling of my skin and the light touch of his fingers awakened my sexual and erotic needs for the first time in twenty-four hours. I had been so busy unpacking, getting comfortable in the house, and now obsessing over this bullshit of a conversation that I happened to have been a part of that I dismissed my underlying longing for Alexander.

I took his fingers with my hand and ran them from the center of my breasts, over my neck, and up to my lips. With the tips of his fingers, he outlined the shape of my lips and then stopped at the center for a kiss. And that was all it took to set fire to me; the littlest taste of him made my adrenaline pump uncontrollably.

I slipped off my seatbelt and with a crouched leap threw myself onto his lap.

“Good. I see that we have concluded our conversation then,” Alexander joked.

“I’ll give you a conversation, but it will have nothing to do with the plastic sisters,” I said, pushing my open thighs into his already hard cock.

“Mmmm,” he moaned, pressing the automated seat buttons, sending us back farther from the steering wheel.

I reached between his legs and pulled the belt buckle loose and quickly unzipped his pants. His erection was pulsating as I fought to get at him all while staring deep into his bloodshot eyes. And once he was free, I felt a surge inside my core that wanted to devour him to my depths.

There was little room for him to move, so I was in charge of making it all happen. I pushed my silk thong to one side of my throbbing pussy, and though I was excited, my wetness hadn’t begun to release from me. I was hot and dry as the tip of his penis came close to penetration. The head of his penis was as soft as silk as it braised my lips and slid across my clit to the opening of Utopia.

“Let…me…wet…you. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, breathing and panting through every word.

I tugged at his hair with one hand as I pressed slowly onto him. “You won’t hurt me, baby. I want to feel you invade me, struggle to get inside me, and sense the tightness of your skin as you fill me to my core.”

Alexander grunted, grabbing my ass with both hands and slowly lowering me further onto his dry cock as we burned in ecstasy for each other until he penetrated me deep enough to hit my wall.

“Ahhh!” I screamed as I leaned my back onto the steering wheel, pressing myself harder into him and the driver’s seat of the car.

Alexander held onto me as I drove him into my sex with fervor and angst, moaning with every flexion of my thighs, helping me push harder and deeper.

Struggling to maintain himself, Alexander reached up to release my breasts to his mouth. Having trouble with the restraints of the dress, he ripped the material, exposing my chest for him, which he immediately took to like a babe.

Staring toward the back of the car, I was jolted by a light coming toward us, reminding me that we were parked on the side of a Beverly Hills street—an area unlikely to have people fucking in their cars. “Alexander, someone is coming.”

He quickly looked back and then returned to me. “I don’t give a fuck. Don’t stop fucking me. They can’t see inside the car. We’ll worry if they stop.” And with that, Alexander quickly returned to grabbing my breast with one hand and my ass with the other, restarting the motions of his cock inside me.

“Wait, Alexander. Push your seat back and let me turn around,” I instructed.

“Turn around? We can’t move. Where are you going to turn?” he asked.

I tugged at his hair with force, and while rising higher and descending harder onto his dick, I invaded his mouth with my tongue, then said, “Shut the fuck up please, and do as I ask.”

Alexander did as I asked, and I flipped myself around so that I faced the front of the car and he could enjoy the vision of his cock entering me from behind. “Watch me fuck you, Alexander. Fix your eyes on your cock as my essence drips onto you.”

He made low intense sounds as I resumed taking him into me. He held onto the top of my hips, and as I lowered myself, he pushed me down deeper. And as I quickened my motions, he grabbed me with might.

“Fuck me harder, Evangeline. Do it…Let me see what you’ve got,” he teased.

So, I slowed down, teasing him right back. “You want to see what I’ve got?” I said and rapidly rode him with every effort and muscle in my thighs, slapping him with every contact of our skin. I was losing my breath mostly from the jumping up and down but also from the undeniable strength and hold he had around my hips.

“Don’t fucking stop. I’m going to cum. Ooooo
fuck
!” he yelled excitedly.

So…I stopped.

I bent my body in half, and just as he was ready to release, I took him into my mouth and stroked the life out of him until he filled me.

He held my head and pushed me to the base of his penis, and in my mind I prayed that I wouldn’t die of penile suffocation. He shouted with an intense roar as he continued to spray my throat with every last drop—until he died into the back of his seat.

“All clean!” I exclaimed, having thought about the fact that we had not prepared for an impromptu sex scene in the car—between us we would have made quite a mess in the rental Mercedes.

“You are too much, Miss Chase. Shit, I can’t breathe. I thought you were going to swallow my dick there for a minute.” He chuckled.

I kissed him and jumped back in my seat to adjust my self. “You owe me an Yves San Laurent dress, Mr. Mason. You broke it!” I laughed.

“I’ll buy you ten of them,” he said with his eyes closed, trying to regain some air as he breathed deep. “Let’s get out of here before someone actually notices.” Starting the ignition, he proceeded on our original route home.

I held his hand the rest of the way. We were quiet and still and utterly satisfied.

“Hey, Alexander?” I said, suddenly remembering something.

“Yes, love,” he returned.

“After tonight, I am eager to not attend too many events with those women if I can avoid it. Except Cat maybe; I liked her.” I had to let him know how I felt. He could very well book us for dinners with them for the next few weeks, and then I would really lose my mind.

“Look, there may be some business dinners that I really would rather you be at with me, but if there are dinners like tonight that I can escape from, I will do my best to find ways around them,” he said consolingly.

“Thank you, Alexander.”

“Oh, and tomorrow we start shopping, so I hope you’ve got your strength up. We need to make this house a home!” he pronounced.

Temporary or not, I did want to make it a home for us. It had to at least feel like a home.

“I’m looking forward to it,” I confirmed.

The next morning, Alexander strolled downstairs an hour or so after I had already awoken.

He walked in to find Ms. Gina and I giggling and making breakfast. “Oh sure, you guys are having a party, and I was left to sleep.”

“Good morning, Mr. Mason,” said Ms. Gina.

“Good morning, Mr. Mason,” I said as I tiptoed around the island and stepped up to kiss him.

Releasing my lips, he smiled, “See, Ms. Gina, you should say good morning like that. All I get from you is a hello and good-bye. No kiss—no hug!” He humored himself, and I slapped his bare chest as Ms. Gina’s face turned a deep red in color. “She knows I mean no disrespect,” he said.

And Ms. Gina nodded, smiling in acknowledgement, before she headed for the hallway.

“So, my sweet Evangeline, are you ready to shop?” Alexander spun me around, lifting me, and set me on the counter.

I giggled and wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling him in between my thighs. “I’ve never been one to turn down shopping, but I would much rather stay here and fuck you numb.”

Alexander took me into a cavernous kiss and moaned through the stroking of my tongue. “You can fuck me numb until forever…but for now we need to go shopping.”

He slapped my ass over my robe and headed for the food.

“OK, Prince Charming. You regain some energy, and I’ll go wash up.” I leaped off the counter and started stripping as I walked slowly out of the kitchen, leaving nothing on me before I walked completely out.

Alexander sat still, gawking at me, unable to chew the bagel he had in his mouth.

By four o’clock we had been to six stores and had spent a vulgar amount of money—mostly on window treatments for the main rooms and the bedroom and some art and decorative pieces. I probably could have picked out the same articles on Canal Street for a few hundred dollars of what he actually spent,
but
they were bought on Rodeo Drive, and nothing was cheap on Rodeo Drive!

And every day for the next few weeks was spent pretty much the same way. Alexander’s business retained his mornings to catching up on e-mails, and I prepared breakfast while I waited. We toured LA and shopped for the majority of the day and then went home to set everything up.