Entice
one
Faye was looking [i]especially[/i] gorgeous today.
Alex had to shift in his uncomfortable plastic chair as his eyes scan down her body. Her black pencil skirt that hit below the knee, white button up with sleeves rolled to her elbows, and—dear God—her bright red heels that were making her legs looking fucking [i]longer than usual[/i].
His mind was in other places as Rian nudges him in the ribs. He snaps his head over as his shorter friend creases his eyebrows. "Dude. Pay attention."
Alex clears his throat. "Sorry. Got distracted."
The corners of his eyes flick as he glances at Faye again. She was [i]teasing him[/i]. It was so obvious by the skirt and the heels and the fucking everything. She may not have intended it, but she was doing it. That's for sure. The tightness in his pants was getting increasingly uncomfortable and he was thinking of excusing himself to the restroom here in about two seconds.
"What did you guys think going into this new record?" the interviewer asked. Alex wasn't interested in his question, he was interested in the way Faye was bending down, her ass tucking out, almost as if just waiting to be spanked...
"Alex?" Jack asks, nudging the other side of his body.
At the sound of his name, he retains his attention at the question. "Can you repeat that?" Alex asks, clearing his throat to try and ease the tension [i]down there[/i].
The interviewer looked a bit peeved, but repeated the question anyway. "What did you guys think going into this new record?" The interviewer had a nice enough face, but you could tell he was inexperienced. Alex didn't give it much thought as his eyes itched to look back at the girl a mere twenty feet away from him.
"We definitely knew this needed to be the most honest album," Alex says truthfully, trying to relax. "We thought it was time to get down to what we thought we were really about as a band."
"Definitely," Rian collaborates. "It was time to just be, you know?"
"Be awesome," Jack quips. This causes the interviewer to laugh.
"Oh, Jack, you really know how to joke. Speaking of, what was it like to be asked questions on ESPN as a..." Alex tunes this out, knowing he wasn't needed for this question. He glances back over at Faye. Fuck. [i]Why did they bring her to this dumb-ass interview?[/i]
And why did she wear [i]that[/i]?
He takes deep breaths. The interview is almost over. Then he can go home and relieve himself...
"Alex," the interviewer turns back to him. Said boy nods for him to continue. "We have gotten this question from multiple fans out there. So, we gotta ask. Any special ladies in your life?"
He hesitates, clenching his teeth so he wouldn't look over at Faye and give something away. No one could know, or would [i]ever[/i] know, about their sinful night a few weeks ago. So he keeps that thought locked in his brain, locking it tight in a vault.
"No, not of this moment," he admits, feeling as if he were lying. "I am not spoken for."
"Sounds like someone is eager to get back out on the market!" the interviewer laughs. Alex was suddenly glad this was a written interview. Not a video. Because the look he was giving the interviewer right now... "Thanks for having me guys. It was a pleasure."
[i]Thank God.[/i] After everyone had said their goodbyes, Alex was standing up. The bulge at the front of his pants was so obvious that he adjusts his hoodie so it's hiding the hard-on.
It has been three weeks since that night he spent with Faye.
It almost feels like, now, that he was drugged. Like a hazy dream. But a dream that he had every night, reliving it over and over again. The next morning when they woke up together, it hadn't been awkward, surprisingly. They just went about their day like nothing had happened. It was shocking but also strangely...fine at the same time. Like nothing was out of the ordinary.
[i]Except that you had ravished the fuck out of her the night before.[/i] Alex shivers at this thought, shaking his head. He hadn't made a move since then and he didn't plan on doing so.
Faye was his best friend and he had to take that into consideration. What he did by going into her room that night started a flame that should have been doused. But it wasn't and they set off a fucking wildfire with their sexual encounters.
Oh, but how he felt that night...
Another shudder passes through his spine as he looks over at Faye. He forgot that she was a publicist and she came to the interview because she was publicizing that new band, Sleeping With Sirens or whatever. They were doing an interview with the same guy and she had to be present. Hm...that interview didn't start for another twenty minutes...
At this, Alex looks around. What did that door on the other side of the room lead to?
"Faye," he murmurs, his lips pressing against the shell of her ear. He watches as the hair on the back of her neck stands on end. He was suddenly glad she had worn her hair up so he could see how his voice affected her. "We have twenty minutes."
Faye's eyes slip shut at the sound of his buttery smooth vocal chords.
The amount of times she'd come on her own just by thinking about his dirty talk...it made her blush fiercely. Ever since the night, she hasn't gotten it out of her head. The way he took control of her body immediately, the way he dominated her pleasure, how he had just taken everything but [i]gave[/i] everything at the same time...It had been pure magic and she would kill to get it back. But she knew it was right when she saw he was staying away. Their friendship was too strong and they had been building it that way for ten years. They couldn't just destroy that now.
So she clears her throat and pretends he was being silly. She bends over to sign a few documents. "Not now, perv," she tells him, making the final tone in her voice obvious. "I'm working."
Alex opens his mouth to retaliate, but Jack was calling his name.
"Yo! Lex! We have a photo-shoot! Hurry your ass up!"
Said boy grinds his teeth together. Why do people keep fucking interrupting him today? He exhales deeply before glancing back at Faye. She's still bent down in front of him, her ample ass once again tucked out, close to his groin. He has to stifle a groan at the sight. "You're gonna regret saying that," Alex mutters, his hand coming down to squeeze her right cheek. Her body shoots up to stand straight immediately. This got a chuckle out of Alex. "But you'll have to wait until tonight."
Her jaw drops a bit and she looks over her shoulder at Alex's retreating figure. She watches as his head turns to give her a not-so-subtle wink. Her heart races and her throat runs dry. God dammit. What is he doing to her?
"Faye?"
The voice broke her trance and she whips her head around to find the person who'd said it. It was her assistant, Georgia, and she was holding the manila folder she'd asked for.
"Sorry, Georgia," she says, her heart still beating fast at the prospect of promise that had been in Alex's voice. "I got distracted by my friends. Is that the list?" she points to the folder. Georgia nods and hands it over.
"Your friends with All Time Low?" the assistant asks quizzically, her cheeks red.
Faye nods, distracted, as she opens the folder and scans over the list of bands that were due to come in for interviews today. She crossed All Time Low off with her sharpie. "Yeah. Live with one of them actually." Saying such a thing made her thoughts go back to that night, which then caused a bad trail of heat to go down to [i]you-know-where[/i].
"Which one?" Georgia asks, her face still flushed.
Faye slaps the folder closed, giving her assistant a look. "Why?"
The girl takes a step back, biting at her bottom lip. "N-nothing. Just a little school girl crush, ya know?" When Faye didn't look amused, Georgia clears her throat. "I better be going. I'll go grab you a coffee from the lounge." Then she was rushing off.
Faye breathes out deeply. She opens the folder again and looks at the list. But she was barely reading it; she couldn't get her damn mind off of Alex.
Alex had to shift in his uncomfortable plastic chair as his eyes scan down her body. Her black pencil skirt that hit below the knee, white button up with sleeves rolled to her elbows, and—dear God—her bright red heels that were making her legs looking fucking [i]longer than usual[/i].
His mind was in other places as Rian nudges him in the ribs. He snaps his head over as his shorter friend creases his eyebrows. "Dude. Pay attention."
Alex clears his throat. "Sorry. Got distracted."
The corners of his eyes flick as he glances at Faye again. She was [i]teasing him[/i]. It was so obvious by the skirt and the heels and the fucking everything. She may not have intended it, but she was doing it. That's for sure. The tightness in his pants was getting increasingly uncomfortable and he was thinking of excusing himself to the restroom here in about two seconds.
"What did you guys think going into this new record?" the interviewer asked. Alex wasn't interested in his question, he was interested in the way Faye was bending down, her ass tucking out, almost as if just waiting to be spanked...
"Alex?" Jack asks, nudging the other side of his body.
At the sound of his name, he retains his attention at the question. "Can you repeat that?" Alex asks, clearing his throat to try and ease the tension [i]down there[/i].
The interviewer looked a bit peeved, but repeated the question anyway. "What did you guys think going into this new record?" The interviewer had a nice enough face, but you could tell he was inexperienced. Alex didn't give it much thought as his eyes itched to look back at the girl a mere twenty feet away from him.
"We definitely knew this needed to be the most honest album," Alex says truthfully, trying to relax. "We thought it was time to get down to what we thought we were really about as a band."
"Definitely," Rian collaborates. "It was time to just be, you know?"
"Be awesome," Jack quips. This causes the interviewer to laugh.
"Oh, Jack, you really know how to joke. Speaking of, what was it like to be asked questions on ESPN as a..." Alex tunes this out, knowing he wasn't needed for this question. He glances back over at Faye. Fuck. [i]Why did they bring her to this dumb-ass interview?[/i]
And why did she wear [i]that[/i]?
He takes deep breaths. The interview is almost over. Then he can go home and relieve himself...
"Alex," the interviewer turns back to him. Said boy nods for him to continue. "We have gotten this question from multiple fans out there. So, we gotta ask. Any special ladies in your life?"
He hesitates, clenching his teeth so he wouldn't look over at Faye and give something away. No one could know, or would [i]ever[/i] know, about their sinful night a few weeks ago. So he keeps that thought locked in his brain, locking it tight in a vault.
"No, not of this moment," he admits, feeling as if he were lying. "I am not spoken for."
"Sounds like someone is eager to get back out on the market!" the interviewer laughs. Alex was suddenly glad this was a written interview. Not a video. Because the look he was giving the interviewer right now... "Thanks for having me guys. It was a pleasure."
[i]Thank God.[/i] After everyone had said their goodbyes, Alex was standing up. The bulge at the front of his pants was so obvious that he adjusts his hoodie so it's hiding the hard-on.
It has been three weeks since that night he spent with Faye.
It almost feels like, now, that he was drugged. Like a hazy dream. But a dream that he had every night, reliving it over and over again. The next morning when they woke up together, it hadn't been awkward, surprisingly. They just went about their day like nothing had happened. It was shocking but also strangely...fine at the same time. Like nothing was out of the ordinary.
[i]Except that you had ravished the fuck out of her the night before.[/i] Alex shivers at this thought, shaking his head. He hadn't made a move since then and he didn't plan on doing so.
Faye was his best friend and he had to take that into consideration. What he did by going into her room that night started a flame that should have been doused. But it wasn't and they set off a fucking wildfire with their sexual encounters.
Oh, but how he felt that night...
Another shudder passes through his spine as he looks over at Faye. He forgot that she was a publicist and she came to the interview because she was publicizing that new band, Sleeping With Sirens or whatever. They were doing an interview with the same guy and she had to be present. Hm...that interview didn't start for another twenty minutes...
At this, Alex looks around. What did that door on the other side of the room lead to?
"Faye," he murmurs, his lips pressing against the shell of her ear. He watches as the hair on the back of her neck stands on end. He was suddenly glad she had worn her hair up so he could see how his voice affected her. "We have twenty minutes."
Faye's eyes slip shut at the sound of his buttery smooth vocal chords.
The amount of times she'd come on her own just by thinking about his dirty talk...it made her blush fiercely. Ever since the night, she hasn't gotten it out of her head. The way he took control of her body immediately, the way he dominated her pleasure, how he had just taken everything but [i]gave[/i] everything at the same time...It had been pure magic and she would kill to get it back. But she knew it was right when she saw he was staying away. Their friendship was too strong and they had been building it that way for ten years. They couldn't just destroy that now.
So she clears her throat and pretends he was being silly. She bends over to sign a few documents. "Not now, perv," she tells him, making the final tone in her voice obvious. "I'm working."
Alex opens his mouth to retaliate, but Jack was calling his name.
"Yo! Lex! We have a photo-shoot! Hurry your ass up!"
Said boy grinds his teeth together. Why do people keep fucking interrupting him today? He exhales deeply before glancing back at Faye. She's still bent down in front of him, her ample ass once again tucked out, close to his groin. He has to stifle a groan at the sight. "You're gonna regret saying that," Alex mutters, his hand coming down to squeeze her right cheek. Her body shoots up to stand straight immediately. This got a chuckle out of Alex. "But you'll have to wait until tonight."
Her jaw drops a bit and she looks over her shoulder at Alex's retreating figure. She watches as his head turns to give her a not-so-subtle wink. Her heart races and her throat runs dry. God dammit. What is he doing to her?
"Faye?"
The voice broke her trance and she whips her head around to find the person who'd said it. It was her assistant, Georgia, and she was holding the manila folder she'd asked for.
"Sorry, Georgia," she says, her heart still beating fast at the prospect of promise that had been in Alex's voice. "I got distracted by my friends. Is that the list?" she points to the folder. Georgia nods and hands it over.
"Your friends with All Time Low?" the assistant asks quizzically, her cheeks red.
Faye nods, distracted, as she opens the folder and scans over the list of bands that were due to come in for interviews today. She crossed All Time Low off with her sharpie. "Yeah. Live with one of them actually." Saying such a thing made her thoughts go back to that night, which then caused a bad trail of heat to go down to [i]you-know-where[/i].
"Which one?" Georgia asks, her face still flushed.
Faye slaps the folder closed, giving her assistant a look. "Why?"
The girl takes a step back, biting at her bottom lip. "N-nothing. Just a little school girl crush, ya know?" When Faye didn't look amused, Georgia clears her throat. "I better be going. I'll go grab you a coffee from the lounge." Then she was rushing off.
Faye breathes out deeply. She opens the folder again and looks at the list. But she was barely reading it; she couldn't get her damn mind off of Alex.
Notes
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