Chapter 2

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Sean Ashworth wasn't the over-exaggerated description of a CEO that you often hear about in steamy romance novels. He was a short man with an equally short temper who had begun prematurely balding, wrapped in an extremely unflattering Armani suit.

I wouldn't have noticed his withering hair except for the rather hilarious sight I unfortunately witnessed in which the wind blew his toupee down the sidewalk. Judging by the way his assistant rolled his eyes and nonchalantly jogged after the hairpiece that actually resembled a small tumbleweed if you didn't know what it was, I assumed this was a regular occurrence. Apparently Sean hadn't discovered the use of bobby pins yet. Or glue, for that matter.

The meeting with Rutherford Laurence had been unexpectedly cut short. I had been put on the spot about the campaign advertisement presentation. I didn't have a single thing prepared, not anticipating Sean wanting to see it right then even after I'd mentioned it wasn't yet finished. Sure, I had originally intended to make the presentation today, but they hadn't known that.

I tried my best to give the most professionally detailed description of what I was working on to Sean, but I felt like my words, as well as my body language, were coming across rather awkwardly as I attempted to explain my ideas for the advertisements without a poster board or slideshow handy.

In the end, I doubted he was even somewhat impressed. I instantly regretted opting to spend the night in Alec's arms rather than working on Rutherford Laurence's ads. I felt like I'd given the CEO the impression that I was a complete fool who didn't take his company's ideas, plans or needs seriously.

I needed a drink. Or two. Or six. I needed three pints of cheesecake ice cream. Or maybe a whole cheesecake with a side of ice cream. I needed a distraction from how frustrated I was with myself.

I needed Alec.

My workday was only four hours but it felt more like forty. I always got off at noon on Fridays. Usually I'd go home, or to the cafe down the street, and pick up where I'd left off on the book I was currently reading. I'd take those extra five hours of free time and turn them into relaxation time. If I wasn't reading, I was often lounging on the couch, watching a chick flick or the occasional young adult soap-opera-type show with Chinese takeout in hand. Those were my favorite ways to relax the stress away. Well, two of three favorites. The other being Alec.

Deciding against my usual after-work routine, I drove down to the beach. The waves were lapping against the shoreline and birds flew overhead, sounding off in a way that was more peaceful than annoying.

I plopped down on the ground, ignoring the fact that I was still wearing my pantsuit, minus the blazer. I tossed my heels aside and dug my toes into the warm sand. It felt great. Almost as great as those satin sheets this morning.

I yanked the brown hair tie out of my bun that had been quickly falling down with the gusts of wind crashing into me. My hair cascaded over my shoulders and down my back, blowing in the relentless breeze. The ends of my hair brushed against my arms tickling my skin. The feeling reminded me of Alec's soft lips and his fingertips trailing down my body, teasing my senses and making the tiny hairs stand up on my arms. I wished that's what was going on.

He didn't live that far away. Alec had an apartment about a mile up the road from the boat dock. He'd always had a thing for the beach and insisted on living near it the last time he moved. I'd never been to his new apartment though. I knew I'd be breaking one of our rules for being secret friends with benefits. The deal was, since both our families and employers despised each other, and the shit would surely hit the fan if they found out we were fucking, Alec and I had decided it would be best if we kept our sexual encounters a secret. Obviously, our heated fuck sessions were a frequent occurrence, but we had rules about how those encounters could happen.

We'd agreed to never go to each other's apartments, for sex or otherwise, due to the possibility of someone seeing us and putting two and two together.

We'd decided that meeting at a hotel twenty to thirty minutes apart was our best option.

We'd agreed to keep up a charade, acting as though we couldn't stand to be in the same room with one another when others were around, especially at business functions and family get-togethers.

We'd also agreed to make sure no one noticed us bail out of work-related events together. We had to leave with vastly different excuses at least twenty minutes apart so no one would get suspicious.

It sounded ridiculous when I thought about it, and it probably was, but neither of us were fond of drama, having hailed from overly dramatic families, so we wanted to do our best to avoid them hearing about our sex-capades.

I knew one of two things would eventually happen though. Either Alec and I would get tired of our erotic adventures and call the whole thing off, or someone would find out and rat on us, which would set off a series of rants and unimaginable bitching from numerous individuals I wasn't interested in arguing with.

I went home to shower and change into something a lot more comfortable before I made the drive to Alec's, despite the fact that I knew he was going to be equally as confused about me showing up there as he would be mad about me blowing off one of our rules.

Pulling into his apartment complex, I threw caution to the wind, halfway unbuttoning my see-through white top to reveal a portion of the lacy red bra beneath it. I'd picked out a pair of stunning red heels to match my sexy undergarments. Tight black satin pants hugged my hips just right, showing off my ass, among other things. I looked rather risqué but I liked it. I felt sexy and I knew Alec would think so too.

That was exactly what I needed at the moment: for him to remind me, with his tongue, how sexy I was to him. My Friday had not felt like a Friday at all so far, and I needed him to change that.

I strutted my stuff up the stairs to Alec's apartment, shifting my weight to one side with a hand on my hip when I knocked on his door. An older woman down the hall flashed me a disapproving look as she entered her apartment. She probably thought I was a prostitute.

The door opened to reveal a shirtless Alec, fresh out of the shower with beads of warm water gliding down his impressively muscled chest and stomach. He had a bath towel tossed over one shoulder and he'd just pulled his jeans on. The top of his jeans hung open under the weight of his unbuckled belt, showing off the massive bulge in those infamous black boxers, instantly making my mouth water.

I'd been craving him since before I left the hotel. I desperately needed his hands and mouth on my body again. I hungered to feel him inside me, thrusting, throbbing. I had to have him again.

"What are you doing here?" His brows furrowed in confusion and he quickly yanked me inside the apartment, glancing up and down the hall to make sure no one we knew had noticed. He closed the door, turning to face me and placed his hands on his hips in expectation. "I thought we agreed-"

"I really don't care about our stupid rules right now, Alec," I complained, flopping backwards onto his black leather couch. I lazily laid the back of my hand over my forehead. I could feel a headache brewing.

He groaned, walking to the small kitchen for a beer. While I waited for him to return, I took the opportunity to take in the appearance of his apartment for the first time. There wasn't that much furniture. He had a rather gigantic entertainment center that housed a huge TV, surrounded by CDs and DVDs. He'd recently invested in a turntable and started collecting vinyls, which I'd been planning to do for a while as well. They were stacked neatly on a tiny table to the side.

A small wooden coffee table that had been spray painted black to match the couch sat a few feet from where I laid. Behind the couch were two doors. One to the bathroom and the other to the bedroom. Beside the kitchen was a small laundry room that looked like a tornado of clothing had ripped through. He desperately needed to do his laundry.

I was more interested in the bedroom than the rest of the apartment, however, and decided to go have a look. I heard the cap being popped off the top of his longneck as I walked the short distance from the couch to the bedroom. His king-size bed draped in classic white sheets and a black comforter sat against the wall in the middle of the room. There were two small windows with no blinds from which you could see the ocean. I understood why he decided to rent this apartment. The view coupled with the short distance to the water were exactly what he wanted.

The windows were opened about three inches, letting in the salty smell of the ocean and the sound of the seagulls. I leaned against the window facing, taking in the scenery until I felt a hand on my hip.

Alec stood behind me, one hand on my side and the other holding his beer. I could feel his cool breath ever-so-slightly moving my hair with each soft exhale. I hadn't even heard him enter the room. His breath on the back of my neck sent shivers down my spine and I shuddered at the thought of his lips finding their way to that spot.

"Why are you here, Bree?" His voice was soft, yet commanding. Hearing him talk was a turn on and he wasn't even talking about anything sexy.

I turned around in his halfway embrace, our eyes meeting in a heated gaze. I liked being that close to him; our faces and bodies only inches apart.

"I needed a distraction." My eyes dropped their focus to his soft pink kissable lips. He was so enticing without even trying.

"I could've distracted you all day if you'd stayed with me this morning like I asked." His tone was teasing, like he was rubbing it in my face that I hadn't taken the opportunity to straddle him all morning.

I ran a seductive finger down the middle of his still-damp bare chest, hooking it around one of his belt loops once I reached the top of his jeans. I gave the material a gentle, yet suggestive tug, raising my eyebrows in expectation as I looked up into his sparkling eyes once more.

"Unlike some people." I made it obvious I was referring to him. "I take my job fairly seriously, and would prefer to not get fired for frequent absences."

An amused smirk found its way to his lips, a light chuckle leaving his mouth in response. Alec had never taken his job as seriously as I took mine. In a way, that was a good thing, because at one point, we'd become so wrapped up in trying to outdo each other business-wise that it was all we could focus on. It only added to the disdain we already held for each other at the time.

On the other hand, Alec not caring whether or not he showed up to the office a couple days a week meant a lot more time we got to spend with our naked bodies intertwined. His father was good friends with his boss, which basically set it in stone that Alec couldn't be fired for not going to work.

"What do you want me to do?" He faked an innocent voice with a not-so-innocent smile that tempted me to shove him onto the bed right then.

Moving the extra four or five inches to press my body against his, I kept eye contact with him as I authoritatively took the bottle from his hand, setting it on the window ledge behind me and tugging harder at his belt loop.

"You have my attention," he breathed, his eyes darkening with lust.

I trailed my finger over his stomach once more, smirking when I noticed him swallow. His abs flexed under my teasing touch. His body's response to my gestures always increased my confidence, and often lead to me taking the lead and showing off in bed.

I bit my lip at the sight of Alec sucking in a deep breath when my finger left his belt loop, my hand sliding further down over the bulge in his jeans and cupping him.

"Distract me."

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