moved to go to the passenger door.
Alexander stopped me with a hand on my arm. “Rose … I really would like to discuss this with you further.”
I pulled my arm away. “And I would really not. Have a good night, Alexander.” I got into the car and stared straight head, ignoring him.
“What the hell is going on, Rose?” whisper-yelled Jessica, shifting the car into first gear.
“Just go,” I said. “I’ll tell you later.”
The car pulled away, and I refused to look at Alexander as we left the driveway. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to turn around.
“He’s staring at us,” said Jessica looking in her rearview mirror. “Rose, do you have any idea who that is?”
“His name is Alexander Blackstone.”
“Yeah. But do you know who he is?”
“A politician, I think.”
“Oh, my god . You have no idea who he is. He’s the one running for Congress in our district, dummy! My parents are totally supporting the hell out of him. They’ve given a ton of money to his campaign!”
I shrugged. “Good for them.”
Jessica drove the rest of the way in silence, but only after declaring her intentions. “When we get home you are totally spilling it. I want to know every single dirty detail about how you met him at that party and how you ended up in the middle of that media shit storm in there.”
I sighed. I knew there would be no avoiding my roommate’s determination, so I busied myself with trying to release the stress from my head and the slight twinges of pain from my heart. I was being totally stupid, thinking about Alexander as anything but a one-party-stand, but his handsome face and strong hands kept creeping into my thoughts and demanding they be acknowledged as things I’d like to see and feel again.
As soon as we were in the apartment, I made a beeline for my room, determined to get out of this dress and into the shower.
Jessica followed on my heels. “Tell me. Right now. Everything.”
“There’s not a lot to tell. I was leaving his office and got caught by that she-devil Jacqueline, whoever she is. I don’t even know her last name or what she is to him.”
“Jacqueline Silverman is his former girlfriend or fiancée and also a reporter with that political news network.”
“Oh.” That explains the talons . And the fangs.
“What were you doing in his office?”
“Cooling off.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. That had been the original reason for being there.
“Bull pucky. I know you had sex with him. You have sex hair going on.”
I peeked out from behind the shower curtain to scowl at her. “Yeah, thanks for that hair, by the way. I’m going to need industrial solvent to get all this crap out of it.” I flung the curtain back in place and dumped an entire handful of shampoo onto my head. I added water to try and get it to lather the glue away.
“Your hair looked amazing, which is why that wench got so pissed. You were hotter than her.”
“I doubt that very highly. I looked like I’d just rolled around in a barn, and she looked like she just walked off Rodeo Drive.”
“Well, did you? Just roll around with him?”
“Jessica … I really don’t want to talk about it. I feel like a complete fool, if you want to know the truth.”
“Why? Did you tell him no?”
“No. Not even close.”
“Well, good. Because that would have been the only foolish thing you could have done. So how was he?”
I wanted to keep playing the don’t ask don’t tell game, but images of his hands on my body and the feel of his cock inside me were my undoing. I was nearly bursting with the secret, and I had to tell someone. And I could trust Jessica probably more than I could trust myself.
“Fine. We totally did it in his office. I’ve never done anything like that before, and I’m never going to do it again, but it was … ugh … friggin
Alexander stopped me with a hand on my arm. “Rose … I really would like to discuss this with you further.”
I pulled my arm away. “And I would really not. Have a good night, Alexander.” I got into the car and stared straight head, ignoring him.
“What the hell is going on, Rose?” whisper-yelled Jessica, shifting the car into first gear.
“Just go,” I said. “I’ll tell you later.”
The car pulled away, and I refused to look at Alexander as we left the driveway. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to turn around.
“He’s staring at us,” said Jessica looking in her rearview mirror. “Rose, do you have any idea who that is?”
“His name is Alexander Blackstone.”
“Yeah. But do you know who he is?”
“A politician, I think.”
“Oh, my god . You have no idea who he is. He’s the one running for Congress in our district, dummy! My parents are totally supporting the hell out of him. They’ve given a ton of money to his campaign!”
I shrugged. “Good for them.”
Jessica drove the rest of the way in silence, but only after declaring her intentions. “When we get home you are totally spilling it. I want to know every single dirty detail about how you met him at that party and how you ended up in the middle of that media shit storm in there.”
I sighed. I knew there would be no avoiding my roommate’s determination, so I busied myself with trying to release the stress from my head and the slight twinges of pain from my heart. I was being totally stupid, thinking about Alexander as anything but a one-party-stand, but his handsome face and strong hands kept creeping into my thoughts and demanding they be acknowledged as things I’d like to see and feel again.
As soon as we were in the apartment, I made a beeline for my room, determined to get out of this dress and into the shower.
Jessica followed on my heels. “Tell me. Right now. Everything.”
“There’s not a lot to tell. I was leaving his office and got caught by that she-devil Jacqueline, whoever she is. I don’t even know her last name or what she is to him.”
“Jacqueline Silverman is his former girlfriend or fiancée and also a reporter with that political news network.”
“Oh.” That explains the talons . And the fangs.
“What were you doing in his office?”
“Cooling off.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. That had been the original reason for being there.
“Bull pucky. I know you had sex with him. You have sex hair going on.”
I peeked out from behind the shower curtain to scowl at her. “Yeah, thanks for that hair, by the way. I’m going to need industrial solvent to get all this crap out of it.” I flung the curtain back in place and dumped an entire handful of shampoo onto my head. I added water to try and get it to lather the glue away.
“Your hair looked amazing, which is why that wench got so pissed. You were hotter than her.”
“I doubt that very highly. I looked like I’d just rolled around in a barn, and she looked like she just walked off Rodeo Drive.”
“Well, did you? Just roll around with him?”
“Jessica … I really don’t want to talk about it. I feel like a complete fool, if you want to know the truth.”
“Why? Did you tell him no?”
“No. Not even close.”
“Well, good. Because that would have been the only foolish thing you could have done. So how was he?”
I wanted to keep playing the don’t ask don’t tell game, but images of his hands on my body and the feel of his cock inside me were my undoing. I was nearly bursting with the secret, and I had to tell someone. And I could trust Jessica probably more than I could trust myself.
“Fine. We totally did it in his office. I’ve never done anything like that before, and I’m never going to do it again, but it was … ugh … friggin
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