Free Running From Destiny by Christa Lynn Page A

he wants to hear.
    “Goodbye Alexandra, we will speak soon. Get some rest.” He says as he turns back toward the car.
    As quickly as he turns, I close the door and immediately grab my suitcase a nd head to my room. I need to think about how I am going to murder Heather.
    “Ally wa it! What the hell is going on? You look like your puppy died.”
    “I really don’t w ant to discuss it right now, H. Right now I want a shower and to go to bed. I have to go back to work Monday and after this trip, that is all I want to do. Thanks for taking me to Miami with you, but remind me to sa y n o next time. K?” I smile at her and turn on my heel, closing the door behind me.
    After a hot shower I put on my comfy jammies and roam out to the kitchen for something to drink. Heather is still sitting on the sofa, lap top on the table in front of her. “There you are!” She pats the space next to her on the sofa. “Come. Talk to me. Tell me all about The Suit, as you call him.” She says as she closes her laptop, setting it on the coffee table. I never made it to the kitchen. I glare at her. Yes, it is an angry glare. But I sit down next to her and lean back and close my eyes. I’m silent for a few minutes, unsure where to start.
    “D on’t you ever go home, Heather? You do still have your own place, right?” She laughs, but I know she hates to be alone. This is her way of suggesting we become roommates, but I’m not having that. I need my space, and right now she is in my space. But I digress, because I really need to talk and she’s here, so I talk. About as much as I want her to know at this time. And, since I am not really sure what is going on myself, I’m limited in my discussion material.
    “Th ere is nothing to tell really. He took me to dinner and dropped me off, that’s it. I don’t know what he wants or why, but I don’t expect I’ll hear from him again.” I tell her.
    “But you said he offered you a job? Did you take it?” She asks.
    “Of course not! I have a job and I am very happy with it. I have no desire to give into The Suit’s demands. In fact, he never even brought that up.”
    “Wait. What? Demands? What are you talking about?” Her brow raises.
    “He’s, how do I say thi s? Bossy? Demanding? Infuriating? Confusing?” I go on and on with descriptive analogies before she cuts me off. “Okay, start from the beginning, Al. He seemed so into you in Miami.”
    “Yes, he was. No, he wasn’t.....oh hell, I don’t know. You saw him at the airport, thanks for your help by the way. Nothing like being thrown under the bus by your best friend.” I scowl at her.
    “Yeah, that was good. I was pretty proud of myself on that one.” She smirks.
    Sassy bitch. That’s what she is.
    “So, is he good in bed? He looks like he would be. If you don’t want him, I’ll tap it.” She giggles.
    “ You are so bad, and wrong. You know me better than that. I did not sleep with him, nor will I. He’s too... overbearing. And I am too inexperienced to be able to handle a man like him. You know those demanding Alpha males we read about?Our so calle d Book Boyfriends? Yeah, he fits right in and I didn’t think men like him existed. But either he is one, or he is trying damn hard to make people believe he is. Dreaming about one is one thing, but having one right in front of you is another. I can’t handle it.” I explained shaking my head.
    Heather is just staring at me right now, with this look on her face like she is about to burst . But she remains silent and I know it's killing her. “Go on.” She prods me along.
    “What? That’s it. There is nothing else to say. I went on our little ‘date’ and came home. End of story. Tomorrow, my life goes on and I couldn’t be happier about that.” I say it like I believe it, but deep inside I know I haven’t heard the last of Jackson Bentley.

Chapter 8
     
    Sunday was quiet and Monday morning arrives quickly, and I am rudely awoken by my alarm clock at five a.m.