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shook his hand. I took Roderick for the type of man who would find the natural aspects of a woman’s body disgusting in favor of some false sense of decency. The kind of man that would turn up his nose at the thought of tasting a woman’s essence on his tongue. It was no wonder why I was currently fucking his woman, and even that admission didn’t bring forth any secretly hidden guilt.
    “Pleasure,” I answered.
    “I’m sure that Alexandra has told you all about me by now,” he said, grinning. “She has a tendency to talk about me quite a bit once you get her going.”
    I nodded again. “Yes. Once you get her going…”
    A breeze flitted through the few feet between us, wafting a brief pause into the conversation. I got the sense that he was not a man of few words unless trying to skirt around a particular issue or topic, so I decided to relieve him of his discomfort.
    “Something you want to ask me?” I asked. “You seem like you have a question. Is this about your campaign?”
    He looked to the patrons standing behind me waiting in line for their cars to be presented to the front by the valet. “No. It’s about Alexandra.”
    I didn’t make a comment, but folded my arms across my chest to give him my attention.
    “Even if it is to talk business, I would appreciate it if you did not put yourself in a position where you find yourself alone with her,” he warned. “Because of my campaign, I am being heavily scrutinized by the public and the optics of the woman that will be my future wife with a single, playboy doctor would not bode very well for my image.”
    As much evolution as we as humans can claim, there was still a part of us just as primal as the more nescient beings that walked among us. That feral urge was oozing from my pores as I listened to this man be more concerned about his image when his woman was alone with another man, than what she could possibly be doing with said man. I also didn’t get the sense that he was so trusting of Alexandra that he didn’t care what my intentions were; his ego simply eclipsed his judgment. He probably couldn’t fathom her ever wanting anyone other than him, but just because a woman didn’t want an overly jealous man didn’t mean that she didn’t want someone who acted as though, in her, he had something precious to lose.
    I turned my body slightly. “Playboy doctor? Have a good evening, Mr. Hamilton.”
    He took a step forward. “Excuse me?”
    “Problem?”
    “Yes, I have a problem. I just told you to avoid finding yourself alone with my woman and you didn’t acknowledge my request.”
    “Maybe I don’t agree to your request.”
    He stopped, taken aback. “Just who the hell do you think you are?”
    “Google me.” I was being an arrogant little shit, but this man rubbed me the wrong way. If there was one thing that I was proud of, it was the fact that even as the name Ethan Stewart had gained prestige over the years, it never changed my outlook. Without the experiences that had shaped my childhood, I would have never accomplished as much as I did. Denying that seemed like killing a part of my existence.
    Roderick was a man who assumed that because he’d come from generations of wealth, anyone he encountered who couldn’t say the same was equivalent to the rubber soles on his shoes.
    “Stay away from my woman,” he threatened.
    I smiled. “Have a good evening, Mr. Hamilton.”
    Without having to give him my ticket, the valet pulled my car up to the curb. I thanked him with a hefty tip and sped off down the road, the situation with Roderick already forgotten.
     
    By the time I pulled into my garage, my thoughts were again hijacked by Alexandra.
    I wish that I could say that thinking about her constantly was becoming something of a nuisance, but I enjoyed the hell out of it. I’d gone from everyday fantasies to something that seemed like a compulsive preoccupation, and I still wasn’t quite ready to float back down to the grasp of normalcy