Picking Up Where We Left Off...(Brooke/Alexander)

[call_me_phobos]

 

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.

 

 

Comments

[hellfire_empath]

She was a social butterfly. Always had been, always would be. And she'd certainly had many thoughts about Alexander - after all, for all of her outings and stories, she was never once accompanied by a man.

She was attracted to him, and indeed, cared for him very deeply, but there was an intensity there that Brooke was sometimes a little cowed by, a powerful pull that at once enthralled her and maybe scared her a little bit. For all of her misguided self-esteem, she sometimes felt as though she didn't quite deserve Alexander's attention.

A prince? Sure. A god?

Sometimes, it was a little hard to swallow.

Today, Brooke was leaving the Russian Tea Room, after having had lunch with an old frenemy from high school. Her belly pleasantly full of a particularly well-made salmon salad and a hearty Montepulciano D’Abruzzo, she was in particularly high spirits. She dug into her clutch and answered the phone on the third ring, a smile spreading across her face.

Alexander.

This was a pleasant surprise, she thought, as she said, "Hello?"