"What about this one?" I question coming out of the stall once more.

Just like last time, I had to put on a show for both Candice and Stella so that they could see how I looked and what not.

"Ew no." Say Candice, her nose scrunched up in disgust.

I glare at her, feigning hurt.

"Wow thank you so much." I mutter out sarcastically.

"I agree with Candice, that dress does you no justice."

Huffing I stand there as Stella and Candice both start talking about various dresses and cuts, things I clearly didn't understand.

"Wait! Didn't you say you had designed a dress for me." I say in

confusion.

If so, why was she making me try on others?

"Well yeah but still I just wanted to see you know." She smiles innocently.

Groaning in exasperation, I am quick to ask her,

"Can you please show me that dress, I'm dying to see it and not only that Candice and I have to be at work soon."

"No you don't. Alexander gave you guys the day off." Says Stella happily.

"I know but still I feel bad for slacking off."

"Jeez, if he was my boyfriend I wouldn't even bother showing up to work on time." Says Candice huffing.

"Same." Says Stella agreeing before scrunching up her nose, "okay no that's gross."

Laughing she finally decides to grab the dress which is in some room of the boutique I hadn't yet gone to.

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe I'm hanging out with the one and only Stella James." Gushes Candice.

Noticing my confusion she mutters under her breath of me being oblivious.

"She's one of the top fashion icons and not to mention one of the best fashion designers in the whole of like the freaking world." She says exasperatedly.

"Oh." Was the smartest reply I could come up with which Candice just laughed at.

Finally Stella emerges with the dress though it was covered in one of those black zip bags so I couldn't really see it.

Handing it over to me, I grasp it, making sure to be gentle with it.

Heading inside the stall I can hear Stella clapping her hands together in excitement.

Smiling to myself I undo the zip and gaze at the dress before me, stunned.

I quickly pull the whole covering and stare there, gaping in wonder.

It was absolutely beautiful.

Now I understand how Candice always talked about falling in love a particular article of clothing or something along those lines.

Slipping into it, careful not to tear the delicate looking cloth, I look in the ceiling to wall mirror, situated in the dressing room.

The light pinkish almost cream looking dress clung to my torso like a second skin.

The intricate and delicate embroidery done on the bust gleamed in the light. The slight v shape showed off the slightest bit of skin which surprisingly made me feel confident instead of insecure.

Other than the tight fitting bodice the rest of the dress fell into soft tulle waves, descending from my waist and downwards, almost reaching the floor beneath my feet.

Glancing at myself in the mirror, I smiled and decided to step out and show the girls.

"You've done an amazing job Stella." I say wistfully as I step out.

It was honestly just so beautiful.

"Holy shit."

"Oh lord you look beautiful."

Both the girls unanimously shouted their opinions.

Luckily both positive.

"Alexander is so going to tap your ass when he sees you."

Immune now to Candice's perverted comments, I giggle at her words instead of being surprised and truly do hope Alexander likes the dress.

*******

By the time Candice and I had gotten back to the office only an hour was left of our works time.

Stella had run off on her date with Abby, her fiancée, which she was already running late for.

Saying goodbye to Candice at the elevator, we both parted ways.

Her going to the finance department while I went off to Alexander's office.

Without knocking, I enter his office only to stop short as multiple people sit along with Alexander.

I blush profusely under all of their stares and mumble a slow "sorry" before backing away and out of the office.

"It's fine Nora, come in." He says smirking.

"Are you sure Mr. Alexander?" I question timidly, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

For some reason Alexander squirms in his seat and pushes his chair further into his desk.

Only I notice as everyone is still too busy staring at me for the interruption.

What the hell was he doing?

"Yes Nora," his voice came out all husky and hoarse, worrying me that he might be getting sick once again. "Come in and everyone else, leave." He demanded.

Soon everyone was filing out the door, looking at me like I was some sort of alien as they passed by while I stood awkwardly at the door, smiling at them.

As soon as they left, I entered into the office, exhaling in relief.

Not even two seconds later was I pushed against the door with Alexander pressed into me.

Why were we always in this precarious position?

"You took way too long." He says kissing down my neck, biting the skin here and there.

"Wh- why, did you miss me?" I manage to taunt out to him but my voice comes out all breezy.

"Fuck yes." He groans, placing his lips on mine.

He presses me further into the door with one arm around my waist and the other leaning his weight against the door.

Wrapping both hands around his neck, I sink my hands into his soft hair and gently tug at it.

Almost as if he was restraining himself, he groans before fully pulling me closer to him, grabbing my thighs and motioning for me to jump.

I do so and wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, interlocking with each other.

Walking over to his sofa he throws me down onto it roughly.

The roughness of his action turns me on ten fold and without wasting a further second I pull his arm, pushing him onto the sofa with me.

Grunting at being pulled, he smirks at me before kissing me, trailing down to my chest.

My eyes widen in shock as he slowly grinds his lower half onto me, his friend pushing into the inner of my thigh.

What took me by surprise wasn't his actions but even more so was his not so little friend.

Pulling his face down onto mine, I kiss him roughly, pressing myself against him in response to his actions.

Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, I quickly throw it into the floor as he flips us over, me on top of him.

Trailing kisses down to his chest, he groans as he stops me.

"Nora, I won't be able to stop." He warns.

I answer my mouth to reply but the ringing of his phone cuts me off.

"Fuck." He curses angrily.

Kissing me once more, he ignores the ringing of his phone until it rings once again.

I push myself off of him, removing his pushy hands and go over to his desk.

"Hello this is Alexander James' office, how may I help you." I answer back professionally, sitting on his desk.

Alexander's eyes darken as he takes me in.

Looking down at where his eyes lay fixated, I am surprised to see my chest on display.

My shirt had come off in the midst of our heated moment and now lay on the corner of the armchair of where Alexander sat.

Stalking over to me, I barely manage to catch the mans words as he asks to speak to Alexander.

Motioning over to the phone, I try to concentrate on my breathing so as not to alert suspicion but when Alexander starts to kiss and suck on my neck all thoughts fly out the window, his bare chest fully pressed against mine.

"Mr. Alexander isn't here at the moment. I could take a message if you wish."

Nodding at his words I am barely able to nod back.

"Got it, tomorrow at five, he'll be available, good bye."

Alexander takes the phone from my hand and slams it shut.

Placing kisses down my chest I barely manage to speak out.

"Some David person wants to meet you tomorrow at five."

All of a sudden Alexander stops and looks sick.

"What?" I question out, kind of disappointed.

"That's a mood killer." He says in disgust.

"Who was it?"

"My father." He almost gags out.

Not being able to help myself I burst out into laughter.

It certainly was a mood killer.

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