"Oh, Emma, I'm so happy for you," Charles gushed over the phone in the morning. "I only wish I could have met the man first, but I guess you're a grown woman who knows how to take care of herself. I just... Can't believe it." Emma lay back against the arm of her couch and listened to the man, her patience growing ragged as she listened to the water run in her bathroom. Alex was in the shower, and she wanted nothing more than to join him under the hot streams as they rolled over his skin and hers, enveloping them in a totally new world.
"Yeah, Charlie, that's great. Look, I have to go." She glanced longingly back at the bathroom door, her heart sinking as she heard the water turn off.
"Oh, I get it," he said, in that tone that made her tick. "You've Mister Hot-Shot waiting for you and you're anxious for another round." Emma wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Not even close," she lied. "I'll tell you everything later. Love you, bye." She hung up quickly and practically ran to the bathroom door. Slowly, she pushed it open and peaked around it. There he stood, looking directly at her, a towel barely covering his great asset. She blushed darkly and came fully into view. He raised an eyebrow at her and, in defiance, she walked over to the shower and turned the water back on. Without looking at him, she whipped off her t-shirt and pj shorts she'd thrown on that morning. Trying to pretend like she didn't care, she stepped under the stream, the heat melting the tension and soreness from the night before.
She got so wrapped up in relaxing under the water, she didn't hear the shower door slide open, then closed again. It wasn't until his hands were cupping and massaging her breasts that she realized he was there. She gasped as his fingertips found her nipples and teased them under the hot water. Moaning, she fell forward a little, catching herself on the shower wall as he continued teasing her.
"A-Alex," she murmured. He didn't stop. Turning her around, he pressed her tight against the wall, kissing her as hot jets pounded against them. He pressed his lips to her neck and nibbled it as she moaned, clenching her thighs together. He ran a hand up one thigh, along the outside, pulling her knee up as he pushed harder against the wall, breathing heavily.
The head of his already swollen cock pressed against her entrance. "Please," she breathed, nibbling his ear as he leaned into her neck. "Put it in me."
He began pushing, ready to oblige, but as she was getting lost in the feeling, a buzzer sounded from the living room. Both groaned in protest, but Emma pushed Alex away and stepped out, grabbing a towel and running out to her intercom.
"Hello?" she said, a little annoyed. No answer, just a chuckle. "H-hello?" Still no answer. "Who is this?"
"Let me up," a deep voice said, "And you'll find out."
Emma froze in fear, her heart racing. "Who are you?"
"Let me up."
Alex came out, glancing at her curiously. She tried to smile and act as if nothing was wrong. "Fine. Come on up." Something inside told her it would have to be fine, but something seemed off.
A few seconds later, there was a knock at the door. Emma glanced to Alex for courage before slowly cracking the door, trying to peek out. Just when it seemed the suspense would snap, the door burst open and in pranced Charles, carrying a steaming sack and a cup tray with three foam cups in it.
"Busy girls need good hefty breakfasts," he crooned, setting everything down on the coffee table and unloading the bag. Out on a couple of paper plates, he set bagels, muffins, and coffee cake. Emma grit her teeth and Alex smiled in amusement. She begrudgingly snatched a cup and chugged it as she stalked back into the bedroom to get dressed.
She came out a few minutes later in jeans and a t-shirt. She was pulling her hair into a ponytail at the nape of her neck and paused as she caught the end of Alex and Charlie's conversation. "So you think you can handle it then?" Alex was saying.
"Who do you think got her the way she was every other time you've seen her? She has awful taste in clothes." They turned just as she walked in and Charlie pointed at her. "Enter exhibit A." Walking around the couch, she accepted Alex's invitation to curl up in his lap on one end of the couch. "What are you talking about?" she asked, yawning as she got comfortable.
"Why you, of course," Charles said as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. "What say you to shopping today? Alex just told me about the party and we want you to silence everyone in that room. He has specifically requested me to be your advisor in choosing your wardrobe."
Emma almost bolted but reminded herself that she was a human and not a pampered French poodle. 'Exactly,' she thought. 'Say something.' However her jaw was frozen shut and she just sat there dumbfounded. It was only when Alex offered the use of one of the company limos and one of his credit cards that she finally found the tongue she'd thought she'd swallowed.
