Please let me introduce myself, my name is Aria Donna Dixon. As many of you know I am Morgana’s roommate and best friend. I have known her since college and even if she is a bit straight-laced, Morgana is a wonderful friend and lots of fun to hang with.
I’m sure she has mentioned cake to you many times, her other best friend. Well, you will get none of that with me. Don’t get me wrong, I love food. But I love all food. Rarely has there been a dish to cross my table that I haven’t devoured. Except mushrooms. I’m not allergic, just can’t stand them. I’m sorry if I have offended anyone but it is fungus, people. You are eating mold when you eat mushrooms. I can’t bring myself to put it in my mouth.
Enough about my eating habits, let’s talk about sex or lack thereof. Please don’t laugh, it’s been two years. It’s not like I haven’t had the opportunity. I have but certain events occurred that prevented the deed from getting done, The libido killers involved a clown and another time a very jealous mime. The clown thing is easily explained. I dated a trapeze artist. Sort of a “when you are in town” type of relationship. He traveled with the circus, so we didn’t see each other much. When we finally got a chance backstage while the show was going on, one of the clowns walked in on us. Then it got weird because they both wanted to have a three way. I will try anything once, but having a clown do me is not on my bucket list. Yes, he was in full creepy makeup. Not one of my fetishes.
You probably want to learn all about me, where I am from; do I have parents; who really wants to sit on that uncomfortable throne on Game of Thrones? All will be answered in time. Everything except the Game of Thrones thing. You have to read the book or watch the show for that answer. For right now let’s get to the good stuff, Alexander Hawthorne.
He is tall, which I am sure Morgana told you about. She has a thing for tall men; I think that is due to her dad being a giant. Daddy issues, obviously. I can’t quite tell from the hoodie, but I am thinking Alexander has some muscles, like a swimmers body. Oh, that reminds me I used to date a swimmer. Actually, I didn’t date him but I did have sex with him and let me tell you...put ‘have sex with a swimmer’ on your bucket list. You will thank me.
Let me get back to Alexander. As you can tell I do get distracted easily, but when it comes to men and food it can’t be helped. So he is tall, swimmers body and has golden skin. For being a recluse he must get out because his skin has a glow that looks like a warm cinnamon bun. Oh god I want to rub a cinnamon bun on him. Mmm, delicious.
His lips are thick, but not too big that they overtake everything. I bet he is a great kisser. If the night, I should say the morning at this point, ends with us making out on his weird desk, I’d be okay with that. His glowing blue eyes stare into mine making me strip without him uttering a word. Yeah, I will take off my top for you Alexander Glow Eyes.
“What are you doing?” Alexander’s eyes have gone wide and he is staring at me with confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
“Are you taking off your dress?” He is pointing to my hand which is unbuttoning the top of my bright pink dress.
I don’t stop because, well, look at him!
“Yes, of course I am.”
Alexander bends over and grabs my wrists to stop me. A bolt shoots up my arms and I’m warm and tingly all over. He chuckles and shakes his head.
“Do you always strip for strangers?” He asks mere inches from my face. I can smell his lemony breath. He must like lemonade. I’d lick that off him too.
“Of course not. But your eyes told me to. You have to admit you got those voodoo eyes Alexander. I am sure many a woman and probably a few men have instantly dropped pants in front of you.”
He lets go of my wrists and is leaning back against the desk chuckling a deep belly laugh. My stomach is doing one of those flippy flop things while my nipples firm. I need to borrow his eyes so I can make him strip.
“Wow, never been told that before. You don’t have much of a filter do you Aria?”
I shrug and lean my hand back on the base of the chair, resting my head on my shoulder. Enough buttons have been undone on my dress that the top part falls off my shoulder dipping dangerously low and revealing most of my white lace bra. Okay, I knew that would happen. I have to do something to get him naked. Maybe a little lace might help things along.
His eyes fall to my bra. Mission accomplished.
That is when the unthinkable happens. I almost don’t want to write it down here and just pretend it never happened. It is that bad. Alexander pushes off the desk and bends over. I really think he is going to kiss me at this point but he pulls the top part of my dress up. Not only that, but refastens a few buttons! What is going on here? Am I in the Twilight Zone?
“You are a beautiful woman Aria; you don’t need to do that for me.” Alexander crouches down after finishing with my dress to look up into my eyes. I can feel his knuckles dance lightly up and down my calves. It sends chills straight up my thighs to rest at my center, making me warm.
“Maybe I want to do that for you Alexander.” I reach out and brush my thumb across his lower lip. Before I have time to do more he grabs my hand to stop me. My eyes flicker up to see his darken. I thought they were mesmerizing before, but now they just melt me.
Alexander stands abruptly but never letting go of my hand.
“Come here Aria.”
I stand and he leads me to one of the Picasso drawings hanging close to the door. Alexander turns to get close to the art piece as if inspecting every detail while he pushes his fingers through mine to intertwine.
“Are you familiar with Picasso, Aria?” His eyes never leaving the drawing.
“Of course. I studied art history in school, but my focus was more on Romanticism like the Thomas Cole you have by the elevators. Which, I should say if you are going to have a Cole he should not be relegated to an elevator hallway. He was founder of the Hudson River School for god’s sake!”
Alexander turns his gaze to me and smirks. He nods but then returns his attention back to the drawing as his fingers rises to float on the midpoint in the Picasso.
“Right here Aria. You see this line?” His voice is deep with a longing that has me wondering if he is talking about art work or a tragic moment in his life.
“Did you know that this spot is on you?”
Squinting my eyes to get a closer look I move toward the art. I never understood Picasso. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t come close to being as talented as that man, but his disfigured people are too jarring for me. Too much like the chaos of life. That’s why I like the romantics. They saw the world with voluptuous clouds that I could float away over cooling waterfalls that flowed through regal mountains. Everything was soothing like a world you can get lost in and never want to come back from.
My eyes focus on the small dark smudge that his finger hovers over. Is it a mole? Do I have a mole on my chest? Is that what he is telling me? Perhaps I should visit the doctor and check to see if I have skin cancer.
His finger switches direction and lands on me. It traces just below my neck and my entire upper body brakes out in goose flesh.
“There, right there Aria. This is what Picasso drew. He put it there because he loved it, loved her. This spot, your collarbone it’s beautiful enough to have a thousand eyes admire it for all time.” His eyes follow the path his finger makes.
My breath catches and my vision blurs with tears as my nose starts to sting. I am about to cry. But not because his words hurt, in fact quite the opposite, they burn. A man has never spoken to me like that before.
I blink to help my brain step back from the onslaught of emotion but a tear escapes to reveal the impact of his words. I can feel its warm trail imprint my cheek but his thumb lifts from my neck to catch it before the droplet leaves my face.
He smiles, sweetly and my eyes begin to sting. I don’t want this. Yes, I want him, physically. But his words, his gestures are too much.
I frown and try to pull my hand from his, but he just tightens his grip.
“Let go.” I whisper but Alexander shakes his head.
I say it even louder, “Let go!” Just as the door to the office opens and we turn our heads to see Evaleen and Morgana standing there.
“I told you ladies you could not come back here!” I can hear Mr. Gibson yell from behind them. Evaleen is glaring at Alexander and starting to lunge at him while Morgana has her arms open and walking briskly to me. She scoops me in her embrace and ushers me out of the room just as I hear Evaleen lay into Alexander.
“So help me god if I find out you did anything to that woman you will wish you were never born. I don’t care how much money your boss has, you will pray that this is a horrible nightmare you can wake up from...only you can’t!”
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44. THE Bathroom Threesome
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42. THE Fine
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40. THE Police Song
39. THE Discovery
38. THE Pull
37. THE Aria Show
36. THE Switch Up
35. THE Delivery
34. THE Scheme
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32. THE Uncomfortable Silence
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30. THE Same Old Shi
29. THE Talk
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15. THE Joint
14. THE Let Down
13. THE Truce
12. THE Phone Call
11. THE Assistant
10. THE New Year
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8. THE Holiday Party
7. THE Zipper Incident
6. THE Cake
5. THE Incident
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