Alluring

By: Sarah Curtis


Jack walked into his closet, stripped off his clothes, and changed into a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. He moved a chair to the side of the bed, sat back, and watched Alexis sleep. He might be unsure about the emotions tugging at his heart, but he knew one thing for certain, Alexis Rose Taft was now his.





CHAPTER FOUR

Alexis came awake with a groan. A beat, to rival the loudest drum solo at a rock concert, pounded through her head. She slowly opened her eyes, trying to remember what happened last night. She remembered sitting at the table waiting for Steph. No wait ... that guy from the bar showed up, then she remembered Jack, and arguing ..., and ... nothing.

Where was she? The room was dark, but patches of moonlight shone through the windows, enough for her to see that she wasn't anywhere familiar. Her eyes stopped when they landed on Jack slouched in a chair at the side of the bed. His eyes were open and locked on her. "Where am I?" she whispered, not wanting to anger the pulse throbbing in her head.

"At my penthouse. Here, take this," he said, putting two brown pills into her palm and handing her a bottle of water.

"What is it?"

"Ibuprofen. It will help with your head."

Alexis tossed the pills into her mouth. She was thirsty and almost drank the whole bottle of water before setting it on the nightstand. "Why am I here?"

"Tell me what you remember from last night."

Alexis sat up against the headboard. As the covers slipped down to her waist, she noted (with relief) that she was fully dressed. Only her shoes were missing. She walked Jack through her evening and came to a stop when she couldn't remember anything else.

"That guy from the bar, his name is Peter Finchman. At some point during the night he slipped Rohypnol into your drink."

"Rohypnol? Isn't that some kind of date-rape drug?"

"Yes," Jack hissed through his teeth. "The police found more of the drug on his person, and once they get the lab results from your blood, it should be an easy conviction."

She sat up straighter. "I had blood taken?"

"I had a doctor come take a look at you. I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"And were you here when all this happened?" Alexis felt extremely vulnerable at not knowing what had happened to her while she was unconscious.

"Yes," Jack said, sitting up straighter in the chair.

"By here, I mean, with me?" She stressed, trying not to panic.

"If you're asking whether I ever left you alone with anyone, then the answer is no."

Alexis sagged in relief. She could understand why the thought of being alone with someone while being unable to defend herself, making her anxious. What she couldn't understand was why she didn't feel any anxiety at the thought of being alone and vulnerable with Jack. She didn't know why she felt so comfortable in his presence.

Maybe, it was the fact that he could have any woman he wanted and wouldn't have to resort to trickery to get one. Yes, he was a womanizer but with his good looks and charm, she was sure women threw themselves at him, so how could he not be one? Who would turn that down? And he seemed honest. He spoke his mind whether you wanted to hear it or not. All that led her to believe, he wasn't the type to take advantage of an unconscious woman.

Jack relaxed back into the chair. "Why don't you try to get some more sleep. We'll talk more in the morning."

"Okay." Alexis realized she was still exhausted. She slid down in the bed, snuggling her head into the pillow. She was asleep in a matter of minutes.



The bedroom was empty when Alexis next awoke. She carefully got up and was relieved her head was no longer pounding. In the bathroom, she used the facilities, washed her hands and face, removing all traces of last nights make-up, and brushed her teeth with an unopened toothbrush she found laying on the counter. She grabbed her bag from the bed and checked her phone. One missed text from Steph. She would call her when she got home. She found her shoes by the side of the bed and put them on while calling up the GPS on her phone. She had no idea where she was and was surprised to find herself at Allure.

Knowing where she was made her feel more confident as she went downstairs. She heard a female voice somewhere off to her right. She tiptoed quietly to the elevator being extra careful not to make noise with her heels when the flooring changed from carpet to marble, in the foyer.

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