X: Command Me through Alexander's Eyes - Geneva Lee Page 0,74

react. I press against her, urging her leg up to coil around me. I can feel her damp heat against my groin, earning the attention of my cock. It takes more than a little effort to pull away and remind her that we have other places to be.

“You have to get to work,” I whisper, unable to resist tempting her to change her mind. My own plans for today can wait. “Unless…”

Her tongue flicks over her lips. “Unless?”

“You want to call in sick and let me show you what a good boyfriend I can be.”

She takes a deep breath. “Sorry, X. I can’t play hooky on my third day of work.”

I let her go slowly, knowing that she has a real-life to return to. I can’t cage her like I’ve been caged no matter how much I may want to.

“Tonight,” I tell her.

“Tonight,” she repeats.

My mobile rings as soon as I step out the back entrance. Norris is there, waiting by the Bentley.

“Yes?” I answer.

“I assume you’re with her,” my father says distastefully.

“What do you need?” I bypass his slight. I don’t need my good mood ruined by him.

“I assume you’re coming to the country this weekend. I wanted to be certain you didn’t try to back out of it.”

“I’ll be there,” I confirm, sliding into the car.

“Good. You need to get out of the city,” he says pointedly.

And away from her. I know what he’s thinking. “Clara will be there, too.”

“Alexander, I don’t—”

I hang up on him and smile.

“Home?” Norris asks me.

“Where’s that?” I murmur absently. My home isn’t ahead of me. It’s behind me with her.

“I’m sorry?” he prompts.

“Yes,” I say so he can hear, staring out the window as we merge into the morning traffic. “Take me home. I have a note to write.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

I wait for Clara near a Tube station, unhappy that she insisted on taking one from work. I wanted to send a car, but she reminded me that it would be easier for her to slip out if my private security wasn’t standing by.

I had Norris send a man in plain clothes to follow her anyway, just like he’s doing now. He managed a security sweep of the restaurant Clara picked for this afternoon. I couldn’t talk him out of it. But I’d been firm on wanting to do this—meet her family—on my own.

So far, I’ve only spotted two undercover guards casually milling on the same block. At least, they aren’t planning to sit next to me at dinner and poison test my soup.

Clara arrives in a flood of passengers, pushing her way through the crowd, handbag on her shoulder. Her eyes scan in front of her, teeth sinking into her lip. A few others glance curiously at her as though they recognize her, but no one stops her.

I wonder how much longer she’ll enjoy this already-questionable normalcy. She stops and lets the other passengers continue in a surge toward their own lives, and I wait, keeping her in my sights until she’s the only one left lingering in front of the station. She’s still wearing the light blouse and tightly fitted skirt from this morning. My mind skips to the lacy thong I know she’s wearing underneath, and my cock stiffens.

Forcing myself to ignore the growing ache in my balls, I prowl toward her. Clara turns her head as if sensing me and startles for a second. Her momentary panic quickly shifts, though, and she presses her lips into a tight line.

“I almost didn’t recognize you,” she admits.

I catch her in my arms, pleased when she wilts against me. She reaches up and tugs the bill of my baseball cap.

“The Yankees?” she says with a raised eyebrow.

“I have a thing for yankees,” I say meaningfully, stealing a swift kiss. Even the momentary brush of my lips to hers is like an electric jolt. But it’s not centered in my groin this time. It hits directly in the center of my chest like I’m being brought back to life.

“Oh really?” She pulls gently away, slipping her hand into mine.

I let her take the lead, completely willing to be at her mercy this evening. She’ll be at mine later tonight. “I think they gave it to me on my last American tour.”

Clara stops, blinks hard, and lets out a deep sigh.

“Is something wrong?” I ask, instantly concerned.

“It’s going to take some time to get used to hearing about things like your American tours.”

“I’ve only been on one,” I tell her, starting forward to keep