forgotten to pull the blinds down, so sunrays were sneaking in through the windows, caressing my face. It was almost ten o’clock. I felt Alexander’s breath on my hair and his hand on my tummy.
I thought about last night—meeting Alexander, our dance, Sebastian’s gaffe, and Lily’s words. My good friend had tried to warn me not to get involved with him. And what did I do instead of listening to her? He ended up in my bed and we had amazing sex unlike anything I’d known before. It was now clear to me in order to get real pleasure from sex, you must fall in love first. Alexander knew exactly what a woman wanted.
Yes, and the list of women who have slept with him is sure to be very long.
Was I simply his latest conquest? That would become apparent soon enough. The thought of this annoyed me and made my eyebrows furrow.
Alexander stirred and strongly pulled me toward him. “Good morning, babe. Did you sleep well? I had a great sleep, thanks to you.” He smiled and dug his face into my hair. “You smell so nice.”
“Good morning. Are you hungry?” I asked him.
“Yes, hungry for you.” He settled between my hips, ran his thumb along my bottom lip, and tenderly bit it. I felt his erection, and the sweet sensation between my legs appeared again. I lost myself in his kisses. I couldn’t think about anything, but one thing…
4
I t was time for lunch. Alexander and I still hadn’t got out of bed. I was lying beside him, my head on his shoulder, one of my legs resting over his. I gently stroked his powerful chest, listening to the beat of his heart and feeling so relaxed. It was just great. I wanted us to stay like this forever, but I knew that was impossible.
“Alexander, may I ask you something?”
He raised my chin with his index finger so I would look him in the eyes and replied, “What’s floating around your lovely head?”
“Do you really dispose of women just like you would old hankies? I mean, do you sleep with them and then you’re no longer interested in them?” I realized I was waiting with bated breath for his response.
What will I do if he tells me he’s sorry, but that is just how he is and he doesn’t want to change?
I would gather the pieces of my broken heart and try to forget him. But would I actually forget him? How long would that take? Could I ever forget him?
I tried to swallow the lump that had appeared in my throat.
No, no, no… I shouldn’t think like that. If he doesn’t want us to be together, I have to just move on and pray I meet another man who will make me fall in love again. I sighed. Who are you trying to fool?
Alexander stared at me and, laughing heartily, repeated my words, “Like hankies… Oh, baby… It’s not my fault they throw themselves at me, and I just can’t turn them down.”
He was making fun of me.
“The feeling I’m just the latest one is not comforting at all, but who says life is fair? I can’t boast that I’ve been particularly lucky so far.”
“Hey, don’t talk like that—you’re not just the latest one.” He tenderly stroked my face. “As far as I remember, it was ME that didn’t leave you alone at the party and didn’t let you leave in a taxi.”
I smiled. He was right.
“It wouldn’t be a bad idea if I got out of bed and made something to eat.” I got up, barely managing to escape his embrace. I slipped on my silk dressing gown. “What do you say about bacon and eggs with toast? That would be quickest, or would you prefer to order in something else?”
“Bacon and eggs with toast sounds fine,” he replied.
“I’m a big fan of coffee—I’ve got regular and decaf. I also have different types of tea. What do you prefer?” I asked while tying my hair into a ponytail.
“Coffee a la Alexia.” He grinned widely, revealing his pearly whites. “And I’ll go take a shower.”
While I was preparing brunch, Lily called me. “Hi, Alexia. Are you okay?”
I didn’t want her to find out about what had