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Picking Up Where We Left Off...(Brooke/Alexander)
Alexander's business was booming. The work kept him on his toes and now he understood a bit of what his father went through when he was a child. Even Zeus sent a letter of praise for Alexander's success, though the demigod of Fear could tell it was a grudging one. Zeus rarely gave praise to anyone except his favorite son, Hercules, and a few other people who kissed up to him. Like his father, Alexander Aaron vowed never to be one of those people.
Eventually he hired someone to run the day-to-day operations of the company so that he could focus upon his work. Miss Felicity was good at her job and very professional...except in her desire to be more than Alexander's CEO. Despite his attempts to brush her off, she still wanted to know more about him as a prelude to something more. Felicity was attractive, intelligent and desired by every man who came across her but she had a glaring flaw that Alexander couldn't overlook:
She wasn't Brooke Wyngarde.
The increase in his workload gave Alexander a reason (so he told himself) not to call Brooke when he didn't hear from her. She would call him when she was ready not before. He accepted that. But as time went on and he saw headlines and gossip pages showing her about town, Alexander couldn't help wondering if she'd found another person to be interested in. That idea bothered him but he tried to remember that she wouldn't live nearly as long as he would. If she'd met someone else, then so be it.
That line of thought lasted about five seconds total.
He picked up his phone and dialed Brooke's number, hoping she was available.
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Perhaps far more than she felt worthy of?
"I worry," she said softly, shifting back a little as their coffee was served. "That perhaps you've placed me on a pedestal that I'm unworthy of?" For all of her extravagance, she was still a simple earth girl. Even she wasn't foolish enough to think that she could match up to a goddess.
Roxie Danvers notwithstanding.
"Don't get me wrong. I'm very attracted to you. I like you, a lot, and I'm anxious...no, that's not the right word. I'm curious? Maybe. Yes. I'm curious to see where this might go. But I'm terrified of not being able to live up to your expectations, and while that's not something I would generally admit, considering that I am a lot better than a lot of my peers, you're something else entirely." She paused. "Unlike me, I know, to ever self-doubt myself. But you're not just any guy. You're...you."
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"You will not hear many of us, the gods, I mean, admit this but...humans are amazing creatures. Your lives are short but packed with energy, passion and meaning. You plot and plan but many of you move beyond the ordinary and become extraordinary." Alexander said.
"The blood of gods runs through me, yes, but...so does the blood of humanity. I have many wonderful talents but at the end of the day, I am me and I want someone driven and passionate to spend my time with. I could find any number of demure women who would gladly let me call all the shots and come at my beck and call." he said.
"You made me wait. No woman has ever done that. That made me want to know more about you." he said. "It made me want to know as much as I can about you. And most of all, I want to help you achieve your goals. I intend to be a king someday.
And every king needs a queen." he said, smiling at her.
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He meant something more.
She shivered with pleasure for the briefest of moments. After all, most girls dreamt of being princesses when growing up. Brooke had always dreamed of being a queen.
"Maybe that's why humans burn out so quickly," she said. "Because we try to do so much in so little a time." She smiled and looked down at her coffee. "I'm not...other girls have their first sexual experiences in high school. They flounder in their twenties, trying to figure out what it is that they want out of life. I've never been that girl." Still a virgin, and filled with ambition, knowing exactly what she wanted out of life. That was Brooke, all the way.
"I am sorry about making you wait, though. I'm not playing games with you. But the one thing I won't allow my life to become is all about a man. Even when it's someone like you." She paused and sipped at her coffee for a moment, ruining the the carefully created heart design in the foam. "Which isn't to say that I won't make the time for you. Because I am very....you intrigue me. And scare me. And thrill me. But you can't become my sole raison d'etre."
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He smiled.
"Brooke...your sexual ability isn't the foremost thing I'm interested in. Whatever history you have or don't have is fine with me...so long as my own history won't be a problem for you. I'm most interested in knowing what you want and how I can aid you in getting it...and how your mind works on the deepest level. I would call any relationship we have a success if I fulfilled both of those curiosities." he said.
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"Love...is something new to me. I've never known it in my life. You're the first woman that's kept my attention for more than a few days. But I'd like to see where this goes because you and I are two of a kind, Brooke." Alexander said.
"Besides, I'd love for this city to know that you and I are an item. Imagine the gossip columns when we paint the town any color we choose."
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