His on Demand

Gertrude’s grin is naughty. “I knew she was special and you would be enjoying what I sent her home in before long.”

Alexa’s gasp is clear in the quiet store.

“I better go help her out.”

Alexa swears, her voice carries. I can hear her perfectly. “I’m sorry, I thought you were Leo.”

“Oh, no dear. Leo knows his limits. He won

’t be helping you shop today. I do have two things I would like you to try on that we will be showing Leo though.”

“Gertrude, are you crazy? This isn’t a dress this is a bandage. It’s so tight too. I’m not getting my pictures taken in this. I can tell you right now, Leo.” Alexa raises her voice.

Pulling back the curtain my cock swells at the sight of Alexa in the dress she is wearing. Fuck, yes, she will be getting her picture taken wearing it.

“The moment I saw it, I knew you’d like it, Leo. Lycra in nude with underwire cups and detachable straps with Chantilly lace.”

“We will take it.”

“Leo, you’re such an asshole. I’ll wear it, but no one but you is going to see me in it.”

I walk away laughing. I’m on my phone when I hear Alexa’s happy sigh.

“It’s beautiful. I can’t wear this in public though. Oh, okay, I see what you mean. I can’t believe how soft it is, it’s amazing.”

I pull back the curtain to see what is making Alexa so happy, whatever it is it’s as good as bought. Sonofabitch. She is a wet dream come to life.

“What do you think Leo? It’s a long-sleeved bodysuit in nude tulle and blue stretch silk georgette. The tattoo effect at the wrists in shoulder adds a little extra to it. The silk covering her breasts have nice support, so she doesn’t need anything else to lift and hug her. I know you love black, but I really believe the blue is stunning on her with her eyes.”

I am hard as a fucking rock. All I want to do is fuck Alexa hard against the wall. She sees the look in my eyes and blushes bright pink, all the way down to her swelling breasts. I nod then walk away before I embarrass myself.

“I think he liked it, dear,” Gertrude says behind me as I walk out of the store to get my body back under control.

We are back in the car heading to the photo shoot. Her phone rings, it’s the writer only an hour and a half late for the interview. When we get to the building we park, to let her finish the interview, we still have fifteen minutes. I text the photographer to let him know we are downstairs and will be up shortly. While she talks I run through my emails, responding to some, forwarding others. It’s odd not to be at my desk for the day even odder to lack any drive to get back to it over spending more time with Alexa.

I look up at Alexa’s laugh to see her blush. What the fuck? No. I grab her phone out of her hand. With a press of the button, I hit speaker. “Be careful the questions you ask, Janikowski. Alexa is very taken, and I do not allow even the lightest of flirtations.”

The guy sounds surprised. “Miguel?”

“No, Leandros Kaplan.”

Alexa is blushing again, she closes her eyes tight.

“I believe you have all you need to complete your article. If there is anything else you want to know, you can ask the questions through Miguel.” I end the call before handing the phone back to Alexa. I open the door and let the driver know we’ll be at least two hours. I will call when we are ready.

Alexa slams out of the car. “I can’t believe you did that. My god, Leo, if it had been in-person interview would you have peed on me?”

Her anger notches up when she sees me walking in the other direction of where she was headed. Realizing she has to follow me because she doesn’t know where she is going. I’m a bastard for enjoying seeing her angry, the flushed skin, the sparkling eyes, it really is just like while we are making love.

I shrug, “If that is something you are interested in trying we can discuss it.”

She recoils, her eyes wide, the question clear in her eyes.

“Yes, it’s a sex thing some people are into. I’m not. Janikowski was unprofessional, his questions should not have been personal enough to make you blush. He needed to be corrected, he was.”

I hold open the door to the building for Alexa. She flounces ahead of me, I keep my eyes on the swing of her ass in the dress she is wearing. “It was incredibly disrespectful of you to do. Would you have liked it if I did the same thing to you? If I had interrupted a business interaction to lay claim on you like I owned you?”

The elevator doors open, I press the button for the fifty-fourth floor. She is in the corner, keeping her distance from me. Not happening. As the doors close, we are alone. “We are not talking about me. This is about you. Who owns you, Alexa?”