On the run

Thirteen

I ended up kicking Alex out at 11 last night. It was just getting out of hand, every glance he gave me last night was turning into us laughing and then into kissing and kissing turned into making out and feeling and then the clothes were back off and we were panting and moaning until we were done for yet another round. I think my clothes got put back on 5 times. It got to a point where we were just laid on my sofa under a blanket, naked.

I was planning on talking to Dean tonight about the new wage. He'd been gunning for me to leave for what felt like the moment I started. Dean had married into money and he was just keeping the bar open even though it was losing money being open. But he didn't want to put me specifically out of job that was keeping me steady. If I told him about this, he'd probably need a month to close it down and it would be wrong of me to leave before then. I loved Dean, but Alex was right, the pub wasn't safe. I wasn't safe there, and if I could get more money through one job on a normal schedule, it made a hell of a lot more sense. It hadn't taken him long to find that figure that would make me leave the bar and I hated that he was right, that it was possible.

But I also knew that for him to be taking that money out of his profits, out of his own pocket, that he must be deadly serious about wanting me to be safe. I guess that was making it easier to take. That and the fact he didn't waiver for even a second when I told him about Jaxson. He laughed. He actually laughed when I told him Jax would want him dead. And he responded with something about him pulling his own gun? Why did the thought of Alex having a gun, somehow make me a hell of a lot safer than Jaxson having one? I wasn't panicking like I was when I found out about Jax's lifestyle.

Either way, I wanted to test Alex a little today. I'd set awfully specific rules for him and after him telling me all the dirty little places he wanted to have me here, I kind of wanted to as well. I think I have worn a skirt to work maybe 3 times since I started here. Each time it drew too much attention, people complimenting it, asking where I got it from, why was I wearing it. Those kind of things and I didn't want the attention. Something told me though that as soon as Alex sees me in a skirt, at work, I'm not going to be out of his sight for the entire day. The thought of that alone, him watching me constantly, wanting me. That power I used to have been back and it was dangerous. I loved it.

"Penny, you in?"

"Yeah." I called out as the office door slammed shut. "At my desk." I could hear him walking through the office, feet tapping against the linoleum flooring, echoing in the otherwise silence. I smiled to myself, standing up from me seat when I confirmed there was only one person.

"Did you bring lunch today Pops?"

"Um-" I bent over into my bag, shuffling around as if I was looking for something. "Yeah. What else would I do?"

"I don't know, you could go ou-" He exhaled, making me smile a little bigger. "Anyone else in?"

"Not that I've seen."

"You got in early." He stepped up behind me, dropped his bag onto my desk, immediately putting his hands on me as I stood up.

"So did you. I haven't made your coffee yet or turned your PC on."

"You're wearing a skirt Poppy."

"I know."

"I don't give a fuck if you've not turned my computer on. You just bent over and gave me a full view of your lacey little thong and the bites I left on you yesterday." I giggled, turning around to face him.

"They're sore."

"Aww need me to kiss them better?" I nodded, smirking at him. "How did you sleep?"

"Okay. You?"