Wilson's Hard Lesson (70 page)

Lunch wasn’t as awkward or as strange as she might have
expected. Once Bradley got her out of the office, his personality seemed to
shift slightly, and he dropped some of his bravado and womanizer act that she
began to wonder whether it was put on for the others in the office, who were
very obviously listening in and watching every move he made.

He walked easily by her side and led her through the
streets, glancing across at her and giving her an easy, relaxed smile.

“Sorry for flirting with you so much,” he chuckled,
shrugging his shoulders. “I can’t help it most of the time. Hope I didn’t make
you too uncomfortable.”

It seemed pretty genuine, and it was a relief to hear him
admit that he had actually been flirting. There was a point where she was
starting to think she was just crazy and imagining that he was interested in
her.

“Nothing wrong with flirting,” she replied, giving him the
same small smile he was giving her. “Harmless fun.”

Was that what it was? She was trying to work out how serious
he was with it all.

“Yeah, it can be,” he answered cryptically. “Well, y’know,
there’s flirting and there’s flirting.”

She wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by that, so she just
nodded, and thankfully he carried on and elaborated somewhat.

“I mean, I flirt with everyone. And sometimes it’s, like you
said, just harmless fun. I don’t mean anything by it and I don’t necessarily
want it to go anywhere. But with other people, I flirt and I actually mean it,
and I actually want them to respond and flirt back and for something more to
happen, y’know?”

She nodded, then bit her lip slightly as she worked up the
courage to ask the next question, finally managing to blurt it out after they’d
walked in silence for a couple of minutes.

“And which flirting were you doing with me, Bradley?”

He smirked and put his hands in his pockets, then actually
looked quite coy for a moment as he glanced down at his feet and shrugged his
shoulders.

“Well, you’re coming for lunch with me, aren’t you?”

“I thought you’d ask all the girls for lunch.”

“Nah…only the pretty ones.”

“Ah, so it’s all about the looks then, is it?” She threw him
a smirk, her confidence picking up again now she knew that it was the second
type of flirting he’d been doing with her. “Personality doesn’t enter into it?”

“No, no, I mean, it does…of course it does,” he chuckled,
backtracking and biting his lip slightly, still with that coy expression on his
face that made his handsome features even more adorable. “But looks are what
you see first, isn’t it? I mean, unless you’re blind. Which I’m obviously not.
And then you get to know the personalities later once you’ve decided you like
the look of them.”

“That’s how you work it, is it?” She smiled at him.

“Pretty much. Why? How do you work it? Pick guys blindfolded
or something? Or do you only go for blind guys in the first place?”

She could tell he was teasing him, of course, but she didn’t
have much time for a comeback before they’d arrived at the place where Bradley
was planning to take her for lunch.

It was a small but upmarket Italian place, that served a
mixture of light pastas, small lunches and sandwiches, and full blown evening
meals with pizzas etc.

“Are you hungry?” He asked her as he led her inside and got
them both a table in the window where they could sit and watch the world go by.

“Mm, not massively. I’ve actually brought my own sandwiches
so…”

“You bring your own sandwiches to work?” He chuckled and
pulled out a chair for her, acting like a true gentleman.

She blushed and sat down, taking off her coat. “Well yeah,
it’s cheaper than eating out every day. Some of us aren’t billionaires like
you, y’know.”

“Well, you can take home your sandwiches today and have them
later. Pick anything you like off here.” He handed her the menu. “And I’m
paying, obviously.”

“Thank you.” She took the menu and opened it up, glancing
through it at the choices as a waitress came over and asked them what they
wanted to drink, obviously recognizing Bradley.

“How are you?” She smiled at him and tilted her head to one
side slightly, brushing some hair back and batting her eyelashes at him. “Nice
to see you again.”

Alexis raised her eyebrow a little as she watched the
interchange between them, wondering exactly
how
well Bradley knew the
girl.

“And you,” he smiled back charmingly. “I’ll take a glass of
sparkling mineral water and…Alexis?”

“I’ll have the same.”

The waitress scribbled it down then walked off, leaving them
to it.

“You know her then?” Alexis asked.

“Yeah, I’m a regular here. Not been for a while though.”

“She seems to like you. A lot.”

“Are you jealous?” Bradley smirked, his eyebrow twitching
up.

“Ha, no. Why would I be?”

He didn’t answer the question, just smiling and looking back
down at his menu. “I often get the same thing when I come here. The chicken
salad is supreme.”

“Is that why they call it Chicken Salad Supreme?” She found
it on her menu and then laughed at him a little, her eyes meeting his and
sparkling.

“I guess so, I guess so.”

“Is that what you’re having then?”

“Mmhm.”

“I’ll have the same.”

“What are you, just copying me? First you’re having my water
and now you’re having my chicken, what else are you gonna be having next, mm?”
He passed a tongue over his bottom lip, dimples forming in his cheeks as he
smiled, clearly flirting a little bit again now.

Alexis liked it and she was definitely starting to relax
around him.

As lunch continued, she found him easy to talk to and a joy
to eat with and forgot her early nervousness in the pleasure of his company.

He asked her about how she’d been getting on at work and the
people she’d met, what she thought of them, what she thought of the company and
the work she’d been given so far. She answered honestly and he listened with
attentiveness. Then he steered the conversation away from work topics and asked
her how her home life was.

That was a little trickier. She didn’t want to bore him or
overload him by telling him all about her sick mother and how hard it was
looking after her, although she had mentioned it briefly at the interview. She
skirted around the subject, saying that things were good and they were getting
on fine, which wasn’t exactly a lie. Things had been better recently, and there
was definitely a lot of pressure taken off them now that Alexis had a full time
job and money coming in soon.

“That’s great,” Bradley smiled at her cheerfully, picking at
his salad as they came to the end of their lunch. “And what do you like to do
in your spare time? When you’re not working or looking after your mom?”

“Well uh…I don’t really…do anything in particular.”

“No boyfriend then?”

It wasn’t very subtle but then, subtlety had never been one
of Bradley’s specialities.

“No…no boyfriend.”

“And you’re not looking?”

“Oh, I don’t know. If the right guy came along, then maybe.
But it just seems like an extra hassle to go along with everything else right
now.”

“Ahh, I see. So…relationships – no, but cheeky office
blowjobs during interviews – yes. Is that the way we’re working it?”

Alexis nearly choked on a piece of lettuce, picking up her
glass of water to help her swallow it down, her cheeks burning.

Bradley just chuckled quietly to himself.

It was the first time he’d mentioned it, acknowledged it
properly, since the incident, and Alexis was both embarrassed and surprised,
but Bradley didn’t seem like he was bothered by it at all.

“I…”

“It’s alright, you don’t have to say anything…” He put his
hand out and placed it over hers, smiling at her warmly. “Except maybe…whether
you’d be willing to do something like that again. We never really got to uh…”

She thought she saw a faint blush on his cheeks to match her
own, which was getting rosier and deeper by the second.

Thankfully, at that point, the waitress came over and
interrupted them, asking if they’d like anything else.

“You want dessert?” Bradley asked her.

“No, I’m fine, thanks. Pretty full.”

“Me too. We’ll just have the check, thanks.”

Alexis was kind of relieved, although she was starting to
wonder what her answer would have been, and she was leaning towards a yes,
particularly with the way Bradley had been with her over lunch. It had only
made her fall for him even more. Perhaps that had been his intention all along.

On the walk back to the office, he continued his full on
charm of her, meandering slowly through the streets and actually taking her
hand in his about halfway along, brushing his thumb along the edge of her
knuckles.

At first, she gasped, slightly surprised. But she didn’t
pull her hand away or say anything to him. She felt a little thrill of
excitement go through her; her hand and arm tingling from where he was holding
her.

Then she looked up at him and smiled, and squeezed his hand
slightly.

That was when he stopped walking.

He reached out with his free hand and searched for hers,
taking both her hands in his now and twisting her towards him slightly, so they
were stood on the street facing one another, the busy people of New York City
moving back and forth all around them. Neither of them paid the least bit
attention to anyone else. They were far too focused on one another, staring
into each other’s eyes, Alexis mesmerized by Bradley’s intense gaze, as though
he was burning right through to her soul.

Then he slowly began to move forwards.

One hand left hers and moved up to her chin instead, cupping
it slightly in his large, firm palm and tilting her head up towards his, his
eyes closing at the last second as he touched his lips to hers in a small,
gentle kiss.

She melted against his mouth, letting out a small moan.

Even though she saw the kiss coming and knew what he was
going to do, it still took her slightly by surprise and her stomach lurched
with excitement, her hands immediately sliding around his waist and leaning
into the kiss, tilting her head slightly to let it continue, not wanting just
one small kiss but a more lingering caress.

He relented and parted his lips to her, his tongue running
across her teeth slightly as she submissively opened her mouth wider and
allowed him access.

He slipped his tongue into her mouth, sliding it gently over
hers and prolonging the kiss for a few seconds longer, teasing her a little
before pulling back.

They were both slightly breathless and dazed, but Bradley
had a huge smile on his face and she was pretty sure she did too.

He took her hand again and held it all the way back to the
office where he let go just before they stepped inside through the revolving
doors and headed to the elevator together, the pair of them a little flushed in
the face but acting like nothing had happened.

“Enjoy the rest of your day,” he said to her quietly once
they got out the elevator, the two parting in the corridor, Bradley to go to
his office and Alexis to go to her desk.

“Thank you,” she murmured. “And thanks for lunch.”

“My pleasure. I’ll…I’ll see you around.” He gave her a small
smile then reached out and brushed his fingers over her hand briefly before
turning and walking off, leaving Alexis standing there in a haze of emotions
and excitement.

That night, she was still trying to process the kiss and get
her head around what had happened as she settled down in front of the TV to try
and relax for the evening. Her mother had eaten dinner and was watching her own
television upstairs in bed, catching up with the Australian soap operas she
loved to watch while Alexis sat in the main living room downstairs and watched
some old horror movie. It was the type of thing she’d normally enjoy, but her
concentration was most definitely slipping as her mind kept wandering back to
Bradley.

Then, out of the blue, her phone rang, nearly frightening
her half out of her wits as she scrambled to answer it, not recognizing the
number that was calling.

“Hello?”

She wondered who would be ringing her at nearly 9 at night.

“Alexis?”

A shiver shot down her spine. It was him.

“B-Bradley?”

“Oh, I have got the right number. Good.”

“How
did
you get my number?” She hadn’t remembered
giving him her cell number.

“You forget I run Briar Finance, Alexis…I can get anyone’s
number I want. And right now, I want you.”

There was something about his voice and the way he’d said it
that send a shudder through her.

“Y-you…”

“That’s right.”

“I…”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean.”

“I wasn’t.”

“About today.”

“Yeah…uh, today.” She blushed.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he murmured, his voice a
hoarse whisper in her ear.

“Neither can I,” she admitted.

“Good. I need to see you again.”

“When?”

“Right now.”

She gasped a little. “Right now?”

“I’ll come and pick you up.”

Once again, it didn’t sound as if it was a request.

“You’re not busy or anything, right?” He asked.

“Well uh…no…”

“Good. I’ve got your address. I’ll be around in twenty
minutes. Will your mom be alright on her own for a few hours?”

“Y-yes, of course, but – “

She was going to ask him, ‘but what will we be doing for
those few hours’, but then he answered the question for her.

“I have to have you, Alexis. I was so unsatisfied by that
kiss. I want more. I need more. I need all of you.”

She swallowed thickly. She was nervous, but excited at the
same time, and she realized she wanted it just as much as Bradley obviously
did.

“I’ll be ready,” she found herself saying, then quickly hung
up and ran upstairs to explain to her mother that she was going out with a
friend.

Her mom was over the moon, of course, especially since she’d
been encouraging her to get out more recently although she didn’t exactly tell
her
what
she was going out for.

Once she’d cleared things with her mother though, and made
certain that she’d be perfectly fine for the remainder of the evening on her
own, she dashed through to her bedroom to get herself ready, unsure what she
should wear. Not that it would matter considering Bradley would probably
undress her as soon as he got her back to his. She shivered excitedly at the
thought and picked out her shortest ‘sluttiest’ dress, that didn’t really cover
much of her thigh, then put on a pair of heels, touched up her hair and did her
makeup.

She was just about ready by the time she heard the honking
of a horn outside her house. Her heart fluttered with nerves and excitement.

She tottered outside on her heels and Bradley leaned over to
open the passenger door for her, glancing her up and down with those sparkling,
roaming eyes of his and smiling warmly.

“You look wonderful. You didn’t have to get dressed up for
me.”

“I wanted to,” she shrugged and slid into the seat, closing
the door and doing up her buckle.

He immediately leaned in and reached out with one hand,
tilting her head towards him so he could press their lips together in an eager
kiss, his other hand touching her thigh and sliding upwards, underneath her
dress, going oh so high but not quite close enough to touch between her legs.

“I want you so badly,” he growled as he pulled back from the
kiss and turned his attention back to the wheel.

Alexis shuddered and looked across at him. “Me too.”

The journey was short but heated, and she felt as though his
eyes were on her the whole time and not on the road, which worried her
slightly, but also excited her further, looking forward to getting back to his.

As soon as he’d parked up, he leaned in and had his lips on
hers again, so eager to be close to her that he seemingly couldn’t even wait
until they’d got out of the car.

It was with great effort that they undid their buckles and
managed to stumble inside.

 As soon as they were in the house, he slammed the door
closed and pushed her back up against it, his mouth capturing hers in a snaring
kiss that left her light headed.

His tongue slid between her teeth and she opened for him. He
tasted so sweet she couldn’t get enough. Alexis moaned, he groaned, and they
both whimpered like they couldn’t get enough of each other fast enough.

He slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and she heard
her bra popping open a few seconds later before it fell to the floor, his
expert and quick hands all over her within an instant.

She whimpered, her legs going weak as he held her up against
the wall, then he bent forwards and she felt his hot mouth on her nipple. He
sucked it deeply between both lips, teasing and nibbling while he tweaked and
pulled on the other with his finger and thumb. He knew exactly what he was
doing and she melted into his touch.

She moaned and cried out, frantically pushing his jacket off
his shoulders and running her hands through his hair.

“Mine,” he growled, “all mine.”

“Yes,” she cried. She would say anything at that point, as
long as he didn’t stop what he was doing.

She grabbed his belt and unbuckled it while he switched to
the other breast, then he pulled back and took her by the hand, dragging her
eagerly over to the couch. They both fell onto it in a heap of legs and she
attempted to get at more of his clothing.

His hand was under her dress and her panties were ripped
clean off. Half of her started to wonder if she needed to pinch herself, to
make sure this wasn’t a dream. Then he slipped a finger inside her and rubbed
his thumb over her clit, and she wasn’t able to think clearly anymore.

Her hands fumbled uselessly at his pants, shaking and
trembling, and he sat up ever so slightly to help her push them down, soon
wriggling out of them altogether then dragging her dress off over her head then
stripping off his shirt so that they were both completely naked and writhing
around together on the couch.

She’d heard all the stories about him, perhaps she shouldn’t
be so surprised that all this was happening so quickly, but Bradley was just
too darn hot and she never got it that lucky with guys. She wasn’t going to
stop him now, no way.

She began to run her hands up and down his back, even
scratching at him lightly with her nails, wanting to let him know that she was
enjoying it. She let out small, little moans of pleasure in between the kisses,
when they paused for the occasional split second to take a breath before diving
right back in again.

He responded by doing the same, his own larger and stronger
hands exploring her lower back, and one of them even slipping down to touch her
butt and squeeze it gently.

She moved her hands down his chest then lower until she felt
his pulsing length in her grasp. Alexis gasped as she felt how big he was. She
didn’t think she would be able to take him. He slipped another finger inside
her and moved them in and out furiously while he circled her clit. Capturing
her mouth once again, he mimicked what he was doing with his fingers with his
tongue.

“I want you so much, you’re all mine, pretty girl,” he
murmured near her ear.

Alexis was too far gone to think about what he was saying as
he slipped yet another finger inside her wetness. She was quickly losing
control. She spread his pre-cum over the head of his length and used it to work
her hands up and down. He growled and quaked from her touch.

“Won’t be able to last much longer if you keep doing that,”
he whispered, pushing her hand away and then spreading her legs, lining himself
up. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” He smirked and looked into her
eyes. “Know how to pleasure a guy.”

“It’s been a while,” she admitted. “Glad I can still
remember what to do.”

“It obviously comes naturally to you, baby.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, drenched by his
touches and ready for him, so wet and horny as he slammed into her with one
quick thrust. She screamed out his name, feeling stretched to the hilt and so
full, but overwhelmed with pleasure at the same time. 

Then he started moving inside her and Alexis’s eyes crossed
and rolled to the back of her head in pleasure.

“You’re so hot and tight…can’t control myself,” he gasped.

“Don’t,” she said roughly, feeling like a wild beast as he
moved hard and fast, hitting her G spot over and over again, letting herself go
and scratching at his back, tucking her legs tight around him, clinging to him
as he made love to her.

Again and again he thrust into her, a steady but deep rhythm
that began to gradually get quicker and more passionate the closer both of them
got to a climax.

When it finally came and crashed over them, they were both
sweaty and panting from the exercise, and it was one of the most intense
orgasms she remembered having.

She screamed and he took her mouth against his to smother
more her noises, drinking them all in as she bucked against him and he filled
her up, neither of them having thought about using condoms in their haste and
eagerness.

He broke off and pressed his lips to her neck, sucking a
mark in her skin, a big red bruise, as if he was claiming her as his own.

She shuddered and ran her hands gently up and down his back
as they both slowly came down from their high.

“Stay the night,” he murmured.

“I can’t…I have to get back to my mom.”

“At least stay for pizza then.”

She did do. He cuddled her to his chest, kissed her on the
cheek, told her he liked her better than all the other girls, that he wanted
her to be his girl, and his only.

She blushed and squirmed and took on all the compliments,
flattered by them, although he never asked her directly if she would be his
girlfriend or anything like that. She wasn’t sure whether he was just being
nice to her or not, or whether he really meant it, but she enjoyed the rest of
their evening together and found him to be pleasant company.

They kissed some more too, making out quietly on the couch,
but managing to keep their clothes on this time, once they’d given in to their
desires for one another.

She tried not to worry about the fact that they hadn’t used
a condom. Bradley promised her he was clean despite his other relations with
women and she would pick herself up a prescription in the morning.

A couple of hours later, with her belly nice and full with
pizza, he dropped her back off at her house, kissing her cheek and promising
her he would see her very soon.