The moment the design of this car was released I fell in love with it and when it came out I learnt everything I could about it hoping to one day get the opportunity to drive it, there is no way I'm crashing it.
"Address?" I ask, he gives me a look for a second.
"Hotel on Broadway and seventh." I nod my head, of course he lives in one of his hotels.
I start the car and grin like the madwoman I am when I feel and hear the engine roar to life, I almost want to giggle and squeal like a little girl.
"Can I get this car as a new year bonus?" I try my luck, he gives me a look that says it all making me laugh.
Joining the rest of the cars in the road, I start of slow and safe, a part of me scared that I might actually crash.
"This can't be all you have Rosaleigh." My eyes widen slightly as I throw a quick glance at him.
He's never called me by name, and I hate to admit that I like the way it sounds rolling out of his lips. He should call me by my name more.
"The main reason I got this car is for the speed, so give it all you've got." He adds on.
Giggling I step on the accelerator, gently increasing the speed. I open the window so I can feel the wind blowing at my face, next thing you know I'm speeding down the streets of L.A.
The cold wind nipping at my face as I go almost 100mph past the speed limit, I'm surprised that the cops haven't pulled me over yet.
For some reason a part of me made me take the longer route to the hotel just so I can keep this feel of adrenaline in me.
What seems like fifteen minutes later I pull up infront of the hotel, my hands stay on the wheel and my feet on the pedals.
My heart is racing like crazy, the smile on my face I think is permanently etched on. After a few minutes I burst into laughter leaning back into the seat, I place my hand on my chest to feel the beat of my heart.
I'm drawn out of my adrenaline rush by the sound of a door opening, I watch as my boss rounds the hood and comes tk my side, opening the door for me.
Turning the car off, I slip on my shoes and step out, taking my purse with. "Not a scratch in sight." I smile, his lips involuntarily tug up into a small smile.
He closes my door and locks the car before handing the keys to the awaiting valet, he takes my hand in his and guides me into the hotel.
"Mr Grey?" He stops and states infront of him before snapping out of it and facing me, "Xander."
"H-huh?" I stutter, my eyebrows shooting up in shock.
"I've always hated that name, I prefer Xander." He grumbles then continues walking to the elevator.
"But everyone calls you that, it seems a little unprofessional" I mumble as we get into the elevator.
"Not as unprofessional as kissing your boss." He states almost like he's talking to himself, he presses the button that leads us to the penthouse.
"I have to catch a cab home before it gets too late." I grit as the elevator doors open. "And Nic- Mr Rimini and I didn't kiss." I feel the need to add softly.
"If you expect me to allow you to catch a cab at two a.m in the morning, you clearly don't know me señorita. Stay the night and you can take the day off." I watch as he takes off his tux jacket and places it on the barstool not too far from where I stand.
"It wouldn't be the first time I do so, I think I'll manage?" I deadpan pressing the 'L' button so I can get him.
Just as the doors are about to close, a hand stands between them, making gthem open fully.
"First door on the left, bathroom is connected, I'll provide you with spare clothes." I narrow my eyes at him, he keeps his stoic look, daring me to go against him.
I narrow my eyes even anymore but he doesn't budge, sighing I step out of the elevator and head in the direction he points at.
The room is like any other room I've stayed in so far, luxurious and glamorous. I truly wonder how one can live like this, different places every week, never a stable place to stay.
I wouldn't survive.
I head to the connected bathroom and wash the make-up off my face water alone, I wouldn't risk putting something I don't know on my face, talk about an outbreak.
I tie my hair up in a messy bun with one of the hairbands I keep as spares, I take off my heels then finally the dress.
Like the other three times, I struggle with the zip. I don't want to ask for my boss's help considering how awkward that as in the beginning but I also want to gets a goodnight's sleep.
I walk across the hall and knock on the door, I figured that since wherever we stay or sleep, his room is always across mine so today wouldn't be any different.
He opens the door, I couldn't help but stare.
I always can't help but stare, I know. But if you saw this you wouldn't either.
Sculpted by the devil himself, it should be a sin to look like that. Every part of him looks like stone, not a gram of fat anywhere.
His boxers hang low on his hips, a deep V-line leading to whatever hides behind the tight material. I look up into his eyes before my eyes witness something they aren't supposed to.
"Sí?"
"Uh, can you please...zip?" I stutter like an idiot, I swear he's amused by my embarassment.
I turn around to hide the embarassment clear on my face, his scalding hot fingers move across my upper back– on purpose might I add.
He takes his time pulling the zipper down, a task that should've taken two seconds, took almost a minute.
When he's done, I place my hand on my chest to keep the dress from falling. I so badly want to turn but the when he trails his fingers up my back, sending a shiver down my back, I can't seem to do just that.
I feel his fingers move to the crook of my neck, travel up and down the arch of it then down my shoulders, leaving a long line of goosebumps along the path.
I can start to hear my breath becoming staggered and feel the rapid beating of my heart. Worse than when I was driving the car.
Make him stop!
"S-sir?" I huff when his fingers all the way down to my elbow then back up.
What the f*ck is going on?! Rosaleigh snap out of it!
I turn around slowly, his eyebrows are furrowed like he's in deep concentration, his eyes staring intensly at me. He traces my collarbone and takes the necklace into his hand, playing with it between his fingers.
His tongue forks out and licks his bottom lip attracting my attention, I visibly gulp and bite my lip.
Don't let this continue Rosie, you know you're going to regret it!
His eyes snap almost immediately to my lips, he brings his hand to cup my jaw and uses his thumb to pull my bottom lip from between my lips.
All this time he's used his right hand, the other has stayed to his side, cleanching and unclenching in it's fist form.
My lips part partially as they release a soft breath, his thumb goes over my lip. My heart is hammering dangerously against my chest, and the desire in me doesn't burn out.
When his thumb moves from my lip to the outline of my cheekbone, I get a little too impatient and place both my hands on his chest–forgetting all about my dress.
I go on my toes and brush my lips against his.
Oh God no.
His left hand comes to my waist, gripping tightly. I close my eyes in anticipation, the champagne in me– blame it on the alcohol.
The champagne in me, urges me to take his bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling on it before letting go.
Before I know it, his lips crash on mine and hell I've never felt such power go through me.
Guess you didn't need the Tequila.