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caress her body, running up and down her sides, up her neck, in her hair.
    Oh my God, it’s amazing. Alexa pulls away, not wanting to feel the tingle his kiss is causing. “That’s enough,” she says, abruptly.
    “Yes, mistress.”
    Alexa watches as Brett gets his coat, draining his glass of whiskey. She grins as his demeanor changes right before her eyes, the submissive slave momentarily put away. He turns and rubs the erection threatening to bust through his slacks.
    “See this? It’s for you.”
    She smiles. Impressive.
    Brett walks close to her, rubbing her cheek softly. “I may have met my match in you.”
    “We’ll see.”
    “Thank you for tonight. I hope there will be more to come.”
    “Maybe.”
    He smiles and kisses her cheek. “I’ll see myself out.”
    “Good night.”
    That was much better than she anticipated. Here she thought she was just going out with another average guy and he turns out to be into it. She shakes her head as she removes her makeup and brushes her teeth.
    Alexa wasn’t expecting such a sensual kiss and such expert touch. Brett could actually be a contender for her affection. Climbing into bed, she drifts quickly to sleep.

    Scott looks down at his watch. Twelve fucking fifteen. Why the fuck hasn’t she called yet? He just finished speaking to Brett and the conversation made his skin crawl. Brett was the one thing he asked her not to do and now he wasn’t sure she kept her promise.

“You are mine, Alexa. Mine.”~ Scotty

    Her ringing phone startles Alexa awake. Oh shit. Scotty. “Hello,” she answers.
    “Hello? I told you to call me.”
    “I fell asleep.” She looks over at her clock, twelve-thirty. “It’s after midnight, Scott. Good night.”
    “I’m coming over.”
    “No, you are not. I’m in bed.”
    “I’ll be in your bed with you.”
    “What if I’m not alone?”
    “I know you’re alone, Alexa. You know how I know? Because I just fucking talked to Brett. You said you wouldn’t fuck him!” He’s yelling now. She can’t remember the last time he was this angry with her. Has he ever been?
    “Did he tell you I did?”
    “I’m on my way. Tell the front desk. You don’t want to see what I’ll do if you don’t open your fucking door.”
    “Calm down, Scotty. You are way overreacting.”
    “Am I?”
    “Very much so.”
    “I’ll be there in five.”
    “Okay.”
    Oh great, a showdown with Scott Patrick in the middle of the night . Just how she wanted the evening to end. She calls down to the front desk to reserve a visitor pass for him.
    She walks to the bathroom to splash her face with cool water. She’ll need her senses about her to deal with his temper tantrum.
    Alexa wonders if Brett lied and said she fucked him. Looks like she’s not the only one trying to make Scott jealous. She hears the pounding on her door and quickly opens it. Scott walks inside in a huff, his face red with anger.
    “Scott, it’s the middle of the night. You don’t need to be so loud.”
    “You could have prevented this by fucking calling me when I told you to.”
    “I fell asleep.”
    He stands in front of her, staring, his eyes filled with anger. “Did you let him fuck you?”
    “Did he say I did?”
    “No. Not exactly. He said you were divine, sexy, and just what he needed in his life.”
    “Okay. So why do you think we had sex?”
    “His voice, Alexa. I’ve never heard him sound like that before. Only that sweetness between your legs could do that to him.”
    “You’re wrong. I did not have sex with him.”
    He exhales. “Then what did you do?”
    “Nothing.”
    “He was here?” He looks at the empty glasses on the coffee table.
    “Yes, for a while.”
    “Did you kiss him?”
    She stares hard at him. “You’re torturing yourself, Scott.”
    “No! You’re torturing me. Did you fucking kiss him? Answer me, goddammit.”
    “Yes.”
    Scott grabs her around the waist suddenly, backing her against the wall behind. “You are mine, Alexa.