There was nothing he wouldn’t do for me. I’d never had the experience of being so well attended to. I loved that he was as needy as I was. His dark eyes watched me all the time. Studying the shape of my face, the curve of my mouth, my body language and my every movement. He was reading me and learning me, and reacting to every new piece of myself I gave him. And I was basking in the extravagance of it all. Not only that, but I felt genuinely touched by his concern. He was obsessive and obsessed; I knew this and I didn’t exactly mind. But he was also unequivocally protective and it was this bodyguard mentality I was almost enjoying most of all. That Alexander would do all in his power to pleasure me was obvious enough; our bodies had barely disengaged the entire time we had so far spent together. Alexander would also move heaven and earth to protect me, and if I’d felt like dwelling on the extent of it, I might have been almost perturbed by how much I’d become addicted to this relative safety of him, and of being with him. The Alexander experience was one that was swathed in a buffer of opulent, shielding affluence. We were elevated, separated from the dreary and the commonplace, warm and safe. I delighted in this cushion of ease, especially since it was occupied by the most gorgeous, compelling, caring and well-endowed beefcake I had ever seen or imagined. And he was all mine.“We’ll see the sights soon enough,”
