While she leaves, I grab the boxes from Gertrude’s I had the driver bring up and stowed in a break room. I go through them to find the nude dress and the body suit. Taking out the body suit I remember a white skirt that looked sheer and filmy that Alexa had not yet worn today. I find it, and it works perfectly with the body suit. Her gasp has me turning to see her blushing. “Leo, I can’t wear the lingerie in front of Graham. I know he’s gay, but he’s not blind.”

I pull the zipper of the dress down her body. “Please,” I whisper at the base of her spine. “Your body is a work of art. I am enthralled with every inch of you. From the proud lift of your gorgeous breasts to the dip of your waist.” I caress the silk of her skin as I whisper in her ear. Alexa trembles beneath my touch. “For weeks I imagined you in black lace, in silk covering the sweetest part of you. Only the reality of you surpassed every dream, exceeded my fantasy. Now, I want to be able to look upon you whenever I want. Please.”

Her eyes dilate, the air around us trembles with our need. “I’ll let him take the pictures if you don’t watch.”

Fuck, I want to argue. I am not even sure what I am agreeing to. I did not get to see the lingerie Gertrude picked out for Alexa. Yet, I cannot argue with her request as I do not trust myself around her without taking her. I nod. “I will be downstairs in the car. I need to call someone to come pick up everything and have them deliver it to your place. Do you have a spare key?”

She goes into her purse then hands over two keys, one to get into the building and one to her front door. “Text me when you are done.”

On my way down, I make a few calls. The next hour feels like the longest of my life before I get the text from Alexa that she is done and on her way down. I get a call from Graham telling me he sent Alexa down with the memory card from the private shoot.

When Alexa opens the door to the car, she hands me the boxes from Gertrude’s. She gets in thrusts the memory card from Graham at me, then grasps my cock through my pants. “Tell him to get us to the hotel fast.”

23

Alexa

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The elevator opens, I don’t bother looking up from the report I’m highlighting the errors in. Jenny hadn’t done the best on her latest report, and it’s all my fault. At least that was the note on it when I found it on my desk when I came in this morning. Leo didn’t mention it last night, if there is one good thing about Leo and this fucked up relationship we have, it’s that he doesn’t talk about work or try and keep me on the clock when we aren’t at work. That feels like the only good thing right now.