He’s wet and dripping on my bedroom floor while his eyes pin me in place. I should be cold being as wet as he is, but I’m not. I’m warm and I watch as his eyes land on my chest, knowing my hardened nipples have his attention.
“Why don’t I find you something to change into while you warm up in the shower.” I tell Alexander as his gaze finds my eyes.
“You have something that will fit me?”
I shrug my shoulders, “No, probably not. But if worse comes to worst we can pretend it’s a toga party and I can wrap you in my sheets.” I smirk at him while I brush past.
Once I make my way into my bathroom I realize I don’t really have anything in here for him to clean with as I always use Morgana’s shower. I like her shampoo and conditioner and soap. She yells at me all the time to stop using her stuff but, come on, that’s what roommates are suppose to do...share! I let her borrow my green dress sometimes.
“This place looks bare did you just move here?” Alexander steps up behind me and I can feel the heat radiating from his body.
“No, I just don’t really have toiletries in here. I’ll go get some and a towel for you. You like tea? I’m going to make some if you want it.” I’m walking around the bathroom and looking in cabinets as I speak to him.
“Tea sounds nice.”
Alexander watches me leave as I close the door behind me. I head over to Morgana’s room and lightly tap on her door. There is no reply so I knock a bit louder. Still nothing. Slowly I crack open the door to find her lying across her bed, hand down her pants, computer open and fast asleep. I giggle and shake my head, this isn’t the first time I have found her like this. Normally, I would snoop to see what she wrote her secret loverboy on the computer which is how I found out about him to begin with, but I have a loverboy of my own waiting on me so the peeking will have to wait.
After a minute I have gathered the bathroom supplies and a towel to head back to my room. I knock.
“Come in.” Alexander’s deep voice booms through the door.
After pushing open the door I come to a hault. He has stripped to his underwear, a very wet and clingy pair of black boxer briefs. Alexander’s tan body is carved with lean muscle and his broad shoulders give him the perfect V frame.
“Turn around.” I tell him as my eyes stay glued to his body.
I look up at him as expression is clouded with confusion.
“Just turn around.”
He shrugs and does as I say. There it is, the perfect ass. It’s sculpted like the rest of his body with a nice bulge. Not too much where it can almost be mistaken for a woman’s butt, just enough to make it all man!
“Can I turn around now?”
His shoulders are trembling as he is trying to swallow a laugh.
“Get a good look, huh?”
“It was there. Of course I had to look.” I shake my head.
He is crossing his arms over his chest now as he takes a serious tone.
“Now what if I had done that to you? Which, I might add I would love to do, but I don’t because it would be viewed as inappropriate. It might make you feel uncomfortable to be seen as a sex object.”
I can’t help but giggle. He’s just so cute especially when he’s being serious. God, I am sexist aren’t I?
“Look, Alexander, I know a thing or two about the laws in this country and so nothing that is happening here is illegal. You have the right to say no to me anytime you want. Feel free to lock the door after I leave so you can feel safe while taking your shower. My dad is a lawyer so I know there are certain lines I can’t cross.”
He drops his arms and walks over to me, putting his hands on my shoulder. Alexander leans in so his cheek is brushing mine. I can feel his breath on my ear and running down my neck sending a wave of goose bumps breaking out over my skin. If my nipples were hard before, they are ice picks now.
“I feel safe with you.”
My hand moves up to start to unbutton my blouse. I get to the third button when I feel Alexander’s hands seizes my wrists.
“What are you doing Aria?”
Take note here, he is still breathing into my ear. Anyone in this positions would start to get naked.
“I’m taking off my wet clothes Alexander. What does it look like I’m doing?”
He pulls away but won’t release his grip.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
I step back from him and frown while yanking my wrists away.
“Look, Alexander. I am getting a lot of mixed signals from you. You say these amazing things to me, tell me how you feel safe with me and don’t have a problem with being in only a pair of wet underwear in front of me. All while breathing in my ear. Then when I react to this, you tell me not to. Are you some narcissistic exhibitionist that loves to have people ogle you? Do you just not find me attractive?”
“No. Of God no, Aria. That’s the problem, I find you insanely attractive. I’m just not used to this. I mean, I have been taught how to treat a woman, but I have never been in this situation before.”
His hands are rubbing the back of his neck and he’s looking around the room as if he might find something that will help him.
“You have never been wet in a bathroom with a woman before? That’s not totally unusual Alexander. I am sure the same rules apply in here as in the bedroom.” I shrug.
His face is going red. My God, he’s blushing.
“Yes...I mean no. This is not how I imagined everything playing out. Everything is so different when you pay for a woman.”
“Pay? Do you mean a hooker? Do you normally pay hookers for sex Alexander?”
He is shaking his head frantically, his body stiffens. Alexander groans as he walks over to the toilet to sit on the closed seat. He leans into his hands as his elbows rest on his knees.
“Yes and no.”
I don’t understand any of this. This perfect male form, with a drop dead gorgeous face who is mega rich has to pay women to be with him? The only thing I can think of is I am being punk’d. That has to be it. Morgana found out I have been opening her mail and reading her online chats and is getting me back.
I start to look around the room for a hidden camera. My fingers start to dig at the edge of the mirror. It has to be one of those two way things where someone can see me but I can’t see them.
“What are you doing Aria?”
“I’m being punk’d Alexander. Obviously you are a paid actor, so you can drop the phony act I’m on to you. A sexy, handsome billionaire has to pay women to seduce them. Yeah right! I’m not that dumb.”
I have now moved on to the shower looking into the nozzle for any clues. Alexander, if that is even his real name, grabs my shoulder and turns me to face him.
“Aria, you aren’t being punk’d. I am not an actor. I am who I say I am. Please just let me explain.”
Now it’s my turn to fold my arms over my chest as I narrow my eyes at him.
He takes a deep breath as his eyes drop to the floor.
“I have never had a girlfriend before. My family is rich, but my mother is a little paranoid so she refused to let me go to school with other kids. I had a tutor growing up. My father wasn’t around much, too busy working and being with his other girlfriends to deal with my mom and me. So, whatever my mom said was the rule of the house. My best friend growing up was the maid, Mia and our dog, Bowzer. Luckily, when I was eighteen I got into college far away at Princeton.”
He sighs before continuing.
“I was so excited to go and meet people, but once I got there fear is all I felt. It gripped me everytime I tried to leave the room. I did most of my classes online and the few I had to attend I made sure they were at night. For some reason, being surrounded by the dark made me feel better. My roommate, who rarely was around I think felt sorry for me. He used to invite me to parties. Then after a while he told me about a website where I could talk to girls, get to know them before meeting them. I thought it was a dating site. It wasn’t. I had to pay for dates. At first I was confused and thought I was paying for access to the website, but then after meeting one of the women at a coffee shop she asked for the payment up front. You have to understand, my mom controlled everything for me growing up, I never really knew what a call girl was.”
Now it’s my turn to sigh. I reach up to touch his face but he still won’t look at me as his eyes stay glued to the floor.
“Alexander, I have a feeling this is going to be a long story. Why don’t you take that shower and I’ll make the tea. When you are ready we can talk in the bedroom.”
He finally glances up at me and gives a small smile while nodding his head. I lean over and kiss his cheek to let him know it’s okay. I can hear him whisper my name.
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