Chapter 392
"What are you doing?" I whisper hoarsely, grabbing onto him in the dark while my eyes adjust and he ushers me further in, bodily pushing me into the dark depths away from the door so she can't hear us.
"Taking you on a detour to get by her. This is her study, there's another door over the other side to the hall entry. We can leave that way."
Alexi's warm hands smooth around my shoulders and then to my waist as he feels me out to guide me and then curses loudly as he stubs his foot on something as we try to navigate in the dark. A grind of furniture on the wood floor as something heavy shifts with the impact of him.
"Shh," I remind him, glancing back to where we came just in case she hears us, but the lack of her voice out there suggests the doors are thicker than they look, and sound doesn't travel far.
He lets me go and I'm blinded by a sudden invasion of light as he switches on a desk lamp, and I realise I was walking right into a love seat in front of me. Another step and I would have been sprawled on top of it.
"She's moved the furniture around." Alexi points out before leaning down to rub his shin and I guess he got attacked by the arm of the same chair. It would have been a noisy topple with both of us colliding had he not found the light.
I blink around at the tiny room and immediately see something blatantly obvious.
Could she be any more pathetic?
It enrages me instantly, my blood simmering to a boil so fast my cheeks flush with heat and I have the sudden urge to stab her smug face in the portrait over her desk with anything sharp I can find.
Alexi doesn't look around, just scoops my hand up and leads me to a door on the far wall to get us out of here. Head intent on leaving. I have the urge to stop and pee in her huge ficus plant by the door as we leave, just to leave her a little unknown hate message.
"Fuck. It's locked," Alexi mutters as he tries the handle ahead of me then scoops to look around and possibly find a key or something to get it open. I'm sure someone like him isn't against lock picking and I wonder if he is looking for something to do that with.
"So, what now?" I get bored after watching him rummage in a nearby unit for thirty seconds as he exhales heavily. Obviously annoyed that we're trapped too.
"She said coffee, right? That will take minutes at the most, so we wait and head out when she's gone. We just need to listen by the door for the all clear." He straightens up and gives me an apologetic half smile that doesn't reach his eyes, and I blow out air in frustration.
"I feel like a teenager hiding from a scalding." I point out and Alexi crumples up his face adoringly and shrugs my way.
"We are technically doing just that."
He makes me giggle and I immediately cover my mouth to hush myself up as he walks back to the door we came through, presses his ear to it and becomes instantly still and silent. He exhales and wanders back to me with an unamused look on that chiselled face.
"They are in there chatting away so shouldn't be long. She likes to make fresh coffee for arrivals."
Yet, she didn't for us!
He walks to the desk and plonks his butt on the edge and just gazes at me. Not at all impressed with the predicament we are in, and I know my knickers in his pocket will be reminding him of what is being delayed. He's not a patient guy at all and delaying sex for something like this is putting him in a sour mood. I reckon this house, her, and all of today is something he just wants rid of so we can go back to our carefree lounging in bed again and forget all this shit. I want to go back to the city and back to his apartment and forget everything for a few days. I feel like we need some downtime to hibernate together. So much has happened in such a short time and my head is still reeling from it all.
"Hmm." He doesn't sound convinced, so I nudge myself up against him, forcing his legs apart to accommodate me and aim straight for the jugular. Pressing my body to his and snuggling up close so I can both feel him up and feel him against me. I cover his tanned throat with gentle teasing kisses as my hands smooth down that bulky body and run over the waist of his trousers heading for their prime target.
Alexi catches my wrists and pulls away to look me in the eye. Stopping my slow easy groping with a look that says, "not here".