I watch as her sexy smile grows slowly across her face. She knows what she does to me. Her lips curl up seductively and all rational thought quickly leaves my head.
“I’m hungry.”
“How did we go from hot ass kisses that have me thinking of other edible delicacies you can offer me, to food?” I say with a smirk as a blush creeps over her face.
“Brax!” she admonishes me with a giggle.
“Actually, we’ll start with food. You can be my dessert,” I grab her around the waist, hooking my other arm around the back of her knees as I lift her up and carry her in my arms through our front door which she skillfully closes behind us. I make my way to the rooftop door, locking it behind us with Elle’s master key I swiped earlier. I don’t want any interruptions. There I no way I’m going to let anyone, or anything, ruin it for us.
Not tonight. Not ever.
When we reach the top of the stairs leading to the rooftop, I look up at Brax, and the longing in his eyes does me in. There is nothing I would not do for this man.
“Are you ready for your surprise, darlin’?” he says quietly, placing a soft kiss on my temple.
“Always,” I reply.
He swings the roof door open and carries me through the threshold, turning me around so that I can see what he has done. My mouth drops open and my heart rate increases.
I’m totally speechless.
He may have spent the past week proving to me how much our relationship meant to him, but what I see spread out in front of me overshadows all of that ten-fold.
The three platform benches have been moved away, their cushions set up to make a soft padded blanket the size of a king size bed on the floor. It was the view that sold the building to me. Simply breathtaking. On a clear spring night like tonight, it is indescribable.
Brax walks over and places me on the cushions. He leans over and stares into my eyes before slowly lowering his body to mine and placing his lips on me. I open to him straight away, and as he strokes my tongue with his, my body instantly warms. I return his kiss with zeal, eagerly matching every movement, every nip of my bottom lip, every exploration of my mouth he makes.
He breaks away just as our kiss turns from hungry to ravenous, and gives me a tell-tale smirk, showing me he knows exactly what he’s done to me. “You are a tease, Mr. James.”
“And you, Miss Halliwell, are a minx,” he replies, leaning down to give me a quick hard kiss before pushing himself back to his knees. “Now we eat.”
I pull myself up, unable to suppress my grin as I look at him. “Yes. Food. Good idea.” I’m trying to catch my breath and ignore the overwhelming urge to tackle him, making him submit to my womanly charms. “Then we’ll get back to our discussion that you so cruelly ended prematurely.”
“Nothing I do with you will ever end prematurely,” he retorts.
“Good to hear. I believe it can become a problem the older a man gets,” I say with a wink.
“Cheeky thing tonight, aren’t ya? Now enough of that disturbing talk. You’ll emasculate me if you keep that up. I got us a hamper from the campus café. Let’s eat.”
After a thoroughly impressive meal, Brax packs away the food back into the hamper before lying back on the cushions and pulling me into his side. “Was that good Ms. CEO?”
Gently punching him in his side, I giggle, “It was delicious, Brax. You want to be my new assistant? I promise you that the perks are great.”
“Is that right? Well, I might need a job if Brimstone’s arrest means you’re no longer a target,” he says solemnly.
I turn around, lifting myself over his body until I’m straddling his stomach, placing my hands on either side of his head. “Now, listen here. We’re not talking about that tonight. Right now I feel as a safe as I ever could be, but we’re not going to talk about anything else except you.” I lean down to kiss him. “And.” I kiss him again. “Me.” I lean down again, but this time towards his ear. “And there are some things we left unfinished earlier,” I whisper.
She’s all over the news today.
Seeing her flawless face all over the TV makes me feel happy.
It’s been a few months since I’ve seen her face, but after that slimy bastard, Harry Brimstone, was arrested last night she’s been thrust back into the spotlight again, and I’m not complaining one bit.
I’ve been watching her for four years. Keeping tabs on her and anyone related to her.
Harry Brimstone is an ass**le. After the murders, he was telling anyone who’d listen, “We will not stop until the Halliwell’s murderer is caught.” Then a couple of months later, he had the balls to leave Elise home alone in his giant mansion of his to go on a three week jaunt overseas. I tracked his tickets; he went to Southern France. I wanted to go to her then, but it was too soon. I needed to wait.
Soon I’ll have my turn with Elle.
I can tell my opportunity is getting closer and closer. I thought my time had come when her boyfriend left in the middle of the night with his partner, the one who is always sitting outside the building in the red car, but it wasn’t meant to be.
I’ve kept my distance, been biding my time. I even stole my neighbor’s car last week just so I wouldn’t be noticed.
I f**ked up when I followed them to Richmond. That boyfriend of hers spotted me, so I had to take off, but I can’t stay away from her. She’s become my life, my obsession, so I left the note on his cocky ass car to scare him off.
But it didn’t work.
Since then, she has hardly been alone. Even when she was in hospital, I managed to get into the ICU, parading as an orderly. I got close to her, managed to look into her room while she was out cold, but all I could do was watch her. She was f**king gorgeous when she was sleeping, but I never got my chance again. She was never alone after that because the boyfriend came back.
Today I’ve been sitting at a park bench down the street; far enough away to get by unnoticed but close enough to see the comings and goings. There have been media everywhere, waiting to see her, but she hasn’t shown. Come to think of it, she hasn’t left the building in the last two days that I’ve been watching her. The boyfriend left for about an hour or so but came back and hasn’t been seen or heard from since.
I’m not sure how or when I’ll get my time with Elise Halliwell, but it’s been a long time coming. I have all the time in the world if it means being with her, finishing with her.
Ending it all with her.