Flushed as Alexa tried not to be, her cheeks coloured a bright red and her heart, a light skid at what Christopher thought of her question.
It was silly of her to have asked as it might imply she wanted more — more than what they were bargaining for, and she wasn't. She truly wasn't.
She wanted Christopher no other way than she had planned, and that was to have an uncomplicated affair of sex and sensual pleasures.
All she wanted was Christopher, not the man and the intricate details that made him the complicated creature he was, but rather the reputation of being a man of wicked pleasures. Pleasures that a man could give a woman, and one she was willing to take and have before life caught up with her.
Her future bore a gloomy threat of uncertainties, and all she could ever be sure about was the 'now' — this now where she has Christopher, and she was keen on utilising it.
But was she truly the first person he had brought there? Why? She mused.
