Find Me Alastar

“Emmaline,” he whispers softly.

My face falls. “My name is Emerson.”

He smiles and kisses me gently again. “I know you as Emmaline because that’s what I thought your

name was at first. Please let me call you that.”

His tongue gently dances over my lips and somehow I feel it in my g-spot.

“It’s not my name.” I smile into his lips.

“Humor me.” He smiles sexily into my neck.

His hand roams up and over my stomach and he cups my breast through my top, catching my bottom lip

in between his teeth and stretching it out. My eyes close. I do have to admit the name Emmaline does

sound dreamy in that accent.

“I’ll go outside and get the car. You be polite, say goodbye, and I will meet you out in the parking lot.”

His kisses trail down my neck and over my clavicle. He bites me hard as he squeezes my nipple and I

nearly orgasm on the spot.

I pull back, overwhelmed that this man can make my body respond to him like no other man has ever

been able to do before.

I’ve never lost control like this. I’ve never been so turned on.

He turns and kisses me once more. “You have ten minutes. Don’t make me come get you.” He

disappears out of the closet and I stand dumbstruck.

Holy shit.

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I wait five minutes for my heart to stop trying to break through my chest and I smooth my disheveled hair. I

pull my skirt down and re-tuck in my shirt. I cannot fucking believe that just happened. I open the door and

peer around it like a criminal. God, I hope that stupid bitch from reception keeps her mouth shut. I will

lose my job for sure. I walk out into the main hall area and the auction is still going on, my eyes looking

all around for the peeping Tom. I need to speak to her. Damn. Will I make it worse if I ask her not to say

anything? I stand at the back of the crowd and quickly dial Brielle’s number. She answers first ring.

“Hello.”

I quickly walk back up the hall and back out into the small courtyard so that nobody else can hear my

conversation.

“Oh… my… fuck,” I stammer. “I am at the work auction and talking to Mark. Alastar shows up and is

all why didn’t you ring me and then he pulled me in a cupboard. Next thing I’m jacking him off with my

legs open in a skirt and a girl from reception walked in and now she’s going to tell Mark and I am going to

get fired!” I blurt out in a rush.

“Umm.” I hear her walk away from wherever she is. “Just a minute, guys.” She’s trying to act calm.

She must be out with her family.

“Did you hear me?” I whisper in a panic.

“What the hell are you talking about?” she pushes out.

My panic rises. It sounds worse now I’ve said it out loud. “I jacked him off in a broom closet and got

busted.”

“What the fuck? Who… Mark?”

“No.” I shake my head in frustration. “Fucking Alastar.”

“What the hell? What the fuck were you doing in a broom closet?”

I hold my forehead with one hand. “He was angry because he thought I was with Mark last night, so he

pulled me in there and one minute we are fighting and then next minute we are making out and I had my

hands down his pants.”

“I have no words,” she replies in horror after a few moments of excruciating silence.

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” I stammer as the reality of the situation hits home.

“Where is he now?”

“Mark?”

“No, Alastar!”

“He’s waiting out in the car to take me back to his place.”

“Oh, man.” She sighs.

“What do I do?” I whisper as my eyes glance around guiltily.

“Go outside and blow his fucking mind.”

I bite my bottom lip as I think. “You have no idea how hot this man is Brielle? I can’t even…”

“Then what are you waiting for, you idiot? If you are going to get fired anyway, at least go out with a

bang.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Literally.”

She laughs.

“This will finish me.” I sigh.

She laughs. “Pretty funny but, hey.”

“No.”

The door opens and my eyes shoot up. Oh no, it’s Mark. Shit. I’m back in the courtyard and now he

thinks I am waiting for him.

“I got to go,” I snap. I hang up and my phone immediately beeps a text. It’s Alastar.

Hurry up.