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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alright… this site is fucking up the spelling and grammar of this story every time I post. Rest assured that when I put the document in the ‘type box’ that it’s as perfect as I can get it. *Sigh* Hope you can understand what was meant.

Oh yeah… Property of Laurell K. Hamilton… not us. Bluh.
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Melissa yawned, shutting her eyes against the harsh blare of the sun. She curled into a ball, feeling the dirt move under her skin. She blinked her eyes open and nearly shrieked. Whoa! Naked... how the heck had that happened?

Grace sighed as she snuggled back into Richard, squeezing her eyes shut against the sun.

Melissa shut her eyes tight again. Okay... It wasn't just her... Everyone was bare. She felt her cheeks flush.

Richard wrapped an arm around Grace's waist. "Morning Love." He murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

"Mm... Morning, Richard." She opened one eye, glancing back at him.

He blinked open his eyes, smiling slightly, "How're you feeling?"

"Like crap... yourself?" Grace shifted, a rock pressing into her hip. It still... didn't seem real. She'd... she'd killed someone. Again. She swallowed.

"Tired." He kissed her temple, "Anyway I can help, Love?"

Grace shook her head. "No... this is... I don't think you can. It's like... before." Only this time it was all me. It was my fault.

Richard sighed softly, and gave a small nod, "Alright."

"I'm sorry." She looked down, biting her lip.

"It's not your fault, Love. Just... if there's any way I can help, with anything... tell me."

"Holding me works." She furrowed her brow. "Richard?"

"Yeah?" He shifted so he could see her face.

"What were you saying before Paris interrupted?"

The Ulfric frowned slightly, "Oh... the five year clause."

"Yeah." She bit her lip. "Clause?"

"It's a Pack requirement. When the Ulfric has been in place for five years, and he has a mate, then they must..." He bit back a sigh, his eyes searching hers. If he had his way, he wouldn't be telling her this now, not immediately after Paris. "They must produce a child to seal the leadership."

Grace blinked. Oh.

Richard bit his lip, his honey gaze locked on her green. This... didn't seem to be going well.

"But..." Grace sat up. "You..."

"Didn't want things to change?"

She nodded, pushing her hair back.

He shrugged, "It seems rather inevitable, besides, it wouldn't be unwelcome... Just different."

"Inevitable?" She bit her lip. "Forget it. we can talk later." She stood, moving towards where she had left her clothing the night before.

Richard let himself fall back onto the ground, staring up at the sky. Lord, he was an idiot... A teaching degree, and he could still fuck up by using the wrong word.

Grace sniffed, swallowing. Inevitable? Like... death was inevitable... or the sun rising or... She bit her lip, beginning to dress when she realized Melissa was awake, though she kept her eyes shut. She pulled on Richard's t-shirt, before picking up her own, padding to the girl's side. "Good morning, Melissa."

Melissa blinked, her cheeks heating again, "Morning."

Grace offered the younger girl her shirt. "Here.“

Melissa took it, struggling into it before sitting up, "Thanks."

"No problem, sweetie." The Lupa glanced around as she heard people begin to wake, Jason and Stephen stirring near the young girl. They'd appointed themselves her protector.

Richard sat up again, reaching for his pants, which were several feet from him. He pulled them on and stood, doing up his fly quickly. All right. Where was Sylvie?

Melissa bit her lip, watching Grace glance around. "I, um..."

"Yes?" Grace looked down at her.

"Gwen?" Sylvie sat up, frowning.

"I heard... Mr. Zeeman, and you... and... I didn't mean to..." Melissa looked down at her hands, worrying her lip between her teeth.

Richard looked down at Sylvie, his eyes worried, "Sylvie, I need to talk to you."

Grace furrowed her brow. "What? Sweetie..."

Sylvie nodded, spotting her lover under the tree next to her. "Alright."

"I... never mind." Melissa shook her head, swallowing.

Gwen blinked open her eyes, groaning and pressing a hand to her head, "What time is it?"

"No... go ahead." Grace sat near the other girl, crossing her legs in front of her.

Sylvie shrugged. "Dunno. You wanted something, Ulfric?"

Melissa looked up at Grace, "I know it's not my business, but Mr. Zeeman seems to be screwing up."

Richard sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Yeah. I screwed up with Grace... Again."

Grace swallowed. "What are you thinking? Perhaps an innocent's view..."

Melissa nearly scowled at the innocent remark, but let it slide, "I think he wants to do this whole clause thing, but he doesn't want anything else to change. Oh, and he needs a better vocabulary."

The Lupa arched a red brow.

Melissa shrugged, hiding a small grin.

Grace sighed, pulling her knees to her chest. So Melissa saw it too. Richard wanted them to have a child so he could remain Ulfric but anything more was out. No thank you.

Melissa glanced over at Grace, before Jason plopped down between the two females. "Morning!" He chirped.

Grace reached over covering Melissa's eyes. "Jason! Go put on clothing!"

Jason looked down, "What? It's covered!"

Melissa blinked against Grace's hand. What...?

"You need more than a... a darn thong!"

Jason sighed, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation, "Alright... Jeesh..." He stood again, and looked around for his pants.

Melissa fought of a grin. Grace didn't like thongs?

Grace sighed, calling. "I want everyone dressed... Now!"

There were several grumbles, and one cry of ‘I feel better naked!’ before everyone grudgingly clothed themselves. Jason plunked down between Grace and Melissa again, clad in jeans and pulling on a tank top. "Better? I'm dressed."

"Much." Grace pulled her hand away from Melissa's face. "Sorry Sweetie."

Melissa smiled, "It's fine. Good morning, Jason."

Jason grinned, "Good morning, Fair Maiden."

Grace rolled her eyes. "You two are odd. Next thing you know Jason'll be taking you to prom..."

Jason's face lit up, "That's a great idea!"

Melissa laughed, shrugging, "I'd like to see you explain it to my dad."

Grace shook her head. "Alrighty... I can see that one. Principal Randall? Yes... Jason the stripper would like to take your little girl to Prom..."

Jason blinked, "Hold on... Your old man is the principal?"

Melissa nodded, "Yeah, and he's Mr. Zeeman's boss."

The stripper whistled, "Maybe I should get a new job before we try that stunt."

"And my boss, Sweetie." Grace smiled as Stephen plopped down next to Melissa, pulling her to him in a hug. "Morning."

Melissa grinned, hugging Stephen back, "Morning."

Jason pouted, "Aww, where's my hug Stephen?"

Stephen smirked before tackling the other male. "Morning."

Grace shook her head. Men.

Jason laughed, pushing Stephen off him, "Morning."

Melissa rolled her eyes, looking up as Richard and Sylvie passed.

Sylvie lowered her gaze as the Lupa's brow furrowed. What had the Ulfric done now?

Richard met Grace's gaze and bit his lip. She did not look pleased...

"Ulfric? May I ask what is going on?"

Richard nodded, "I screwed up again. And Grace... got up and left."

Sylvie blinked. "What'd you say?"

"We were talking about the five year clause, and she pointed out that I didn't want anything to change. I said that change was inevitable, and she left." He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Oh please tell me you didn't..."

Richard looked up at the sky again, "I did, but it's true. Everything changes. The air does, the trees... It might take awhile, but everything gets changed at one point."

"Ulfric..." Sylvie sighed. "Alright... I'm Grace, okay?"

Richard quirked a brow, "Okay..."

Sylvie bit her lip, thinking. How to put this... Ah. "Put yourself in her shoes, okay? You're from a different Pack and moved, giving up your friends, family, job... everything for one person. Now this person says I love you... makes love to you every night... but doesn't seem to want anything more. In fact, this person would be happy to just keep going... while your family is criticizing your actions... as you're living in sin... and now they want to have a child with you... not because they love you and want to settle down... no... this person wants to maintain power but not have to make a deeper commitment."

Richard nearly winced. "Alright, I sound like an ass."

"Ah. Also... use the word inevitable... Like it's something you'd like to prevent but can't. Like... death. Or the moon."

He rubbed his forehead, "Alright, I am an ass."

Sylvie sighed, shaking her head. "Have I pointed that out enough?"

He nodded, "What can I do about it now, though?"

She shrugged. "I don't know."

"Well... Grace is already going against herself by living with you without marriage."

Richard leaned against a tree, "Are you suggesting I marry her?"

"Why are you so against it?" Sylvie frowned. "She's an incredible woman, Ulfric."

"I'm not against it. It's just..." Not something he'd done before. But if he loved her... "It's just, I don't have a ring."

"So?" Sylvie rolled her eyes. "Buy one."

He looked over at Grace, biting back a sigh, "When? The only times we aren't together is when I have class."

"Make some." Sylvie shook her head. "Get her out of the house or something."

Richard looked down at his Geri and smiled slowly, "That's an excellent idea. Sylvie, are you free this weekend?"

She blinked. "Er... why?"

"I need you to get Grace out of the house for one day. That's all I'll need. Can you?"

"How did I get volunteered?" She sighed. "Fine... Let me ask Gwen though."

Richard grinned, "Thanks Sylvie. I owe you."

"Am I dismissed?"

The Ulfric nodded, "Yes."

Sylvie nodded back at him, heading back towards her lover. Yippee.

Gwen stood, buttoning the last button on her shirt, "You look pleased, hun." She said as Sylvie reached her.

"Uh huh." Sylvie hugged her lover. "Our Ulfric is a pain."

Gwen laughed softly, hugging Sylvie back, "You would know best."

"He's so stupid."

"Mm... what's he done now?"

Sylvie sighed, explaining it in hushed tones. "So he wants Grace to come to our house Saturday."

Gwen blinked, "It could be worse, I suppose."

"He's an idiot. And I don't know how we're supposed to get Grace to come over..."

"I'll take care of that." Gwen smiled slightly, kissing the corner of Sylvie's mouth, "Don't worry about it."

Sylvie smiled, nipping her lover's lip. "Can we go home?'

Gwen shivered, and nodded, "Definitely."

"We can play doctor." The Geri smirked.

"Oh... sounds fun." Gwen slid a hand down her lover's back.

Sylvie shivered. "Doc... let's go..."

******

Michele sighed as she thumbed through the magazine. This... this sucked. She jumped as a loud ring came from her bag. Huh? She fished out a phone and blinked. Oh. Alex's phone! She bit her lip. Should she answer it? "Hello?"

"Erm... Hi. Is this a bad time?" James asked, his low voice unsure.

"Um... No. My name is Michele... You must be looking for Alex... I mean, well of course you are... Well, he asked me to hold his phone the other day in the park and I forgot to give it back..." She bit her lip. "Sorry. About the babble."

"Okay... Do you know where he is? I have to talk to him. I'm James, by the way."

"Um... No... Sorry. I just met him the other day. I didn't even remember I had his phone until it rang..." She furrowed her brow. "Maybe he's at work?"

James sighed, "He probably is... Look, can you go to the club and tell him to call me? It's important that I talk to him."

"Erm." She bit her lip. "I guess. I have to give him his phone back anyway..."

"Thank you." James' relief was clear in his voice.

"No problem. I'll let you go so I can get going then..." And blush my bum off...

"Bye." The line was quiet before it clicked as he hung up.

Michele shut the phone off, fighting back a whimper. Oh... this was bad. A strip club? You only had to be eighteen to get in, right? Cause she was only 19... She shrugged, standing and grabbing her purse. This wasn't going to be fun. Nope... not fun. She was heading into the blood district.

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Alex eased his shirt over his head as the music pulsed. He let his head fall slightly to the side, and nearly lost all composure. Michele has just entered the club, looking very out of place and was speaking to Aahz. Aahz smiled and gestured towards the stage. Alex eased his hand down to his abdomen, and saw Michele's mouth drop open.

Michele dropped her bag, paling before her face suffused with color.

Aahz blinked. "Michele? Are you all right? Michele?" She glanced at Jean-Claude, motioning her lover towards them. "Michele?"

Jean-Claude stepped over to them, "Who is this, Ma Joli?"

"Michele... a friend of Alex's... can you grab a chair? I think... she's in shock..."

Michele nodded, closing her mouth as she swallowed. Lord. He... Alex... was taking off his... his belt... She was about to see her first naked man. Oh God...

Jean-Claude nodded, and disappeared for a moment, before returning with a chair.

Alex eased the belt out of his belt loops, letting it drop onto the stage. His hazel eyes, currently smoldering as a part of his 'strippers mask' were fixed on Michele. His fingers splayed out across his finely muscled abs, his thumb mere centimeters from the button on his pants.

Aahz guided Michele down into the chair, frowning in concern. "Michele?"

"Um... phone..."

"Phone? Why do you need a phone?"

"Alex...." Things were happening low in her stomach... things she didn't understand. Oh boy. He looked... oh.

The button flicked open, and his hips moved with the steady pulse of the song. Alex's eyes half closed and he slid his hand down, the pants easing off his hips.

Aahz blinked as the girl whimpered. "Um... Jean-Claude..."

Jean-Claude's lips quirked, "Oui?"

The worn jeans were off, and Alex's fingers hooked in the thin line of elastic that was holding up his thong. Someone in the crowd screamed, "Al, babe! Lose the thong! You don't need the decorations Luv!"

"Hey! All I've got is a twenty... mind me fishing for change?!"

Michele nearly died as he slid it off, slapping her hands over her eyes. Oh God.

Aahz bit her lip. "Michele? Hun?"

Alex collected his tips and slipped offstage, dressing in record time.

"Is... is he..."

Aahz nodded. "He's off stage hun..."

Michele lowered shaking hands, bright red. "I... I need to return his phone..." She reached down, grabbing her bag and trying to dig it out. She wanted out. Gone. Before he came back out.

Jean-Claude smiled, greeting the young stripper as he came towards them, fully dressed. "Bonjour, Alex."

Alex nodded, "Hey, Jean-Claude."

Michele stilled, squeezing her eyes shut before looking up at him.

Alex's neck flushed faintly as he met her gaze, "Hi."

"H... hi." She pulled her hand from her bag, standing. "Your phone... um... James called... said it was... was important..."

Aahz frowned. The girl looked ready to bolt. "Michele, this is Jean-Claude... Jean-Claude, Michele. She owns the other Vizsla I mentioned."

Jean-Claude nodded in understanding, "Oui..." He smiled slightly, "Michele, welcome to Guilty Pleasures. I see you have met young Alex."

Alex nodded, biting his lip. She obviously didn't want to be here, and he should have remembered his phone, then she wouldn't be somewhere she clearly didn't want to be. He swallowed, "So... James called?"

Michele nodded. "I'm sorry. I forgot..." She glanced at Jean-Claude. Oh. Boy. "Hello." Sex on a stick... assuming sex was as good as he looked.

Aahz bit her lip. "Do you guys want to use my office?"

Michele blinked. "Oh.. I was just-"

Alex nodded again, "If that's alright." He was tempted to glare at Jean-Claude, a tendril of jealously uncurling within him.

Jean-Claude shrugged elegantly, "It is Ma Joli's office, not my own."

"Not a problem, Alex. You know where it is."

Michele shook her head as if to clear it. She couldn't think. Alex... he was...

Alex smiled slightly at Michele, gesturing for her to follow him.

Michele bit her lip, keeping her head down as she followed him.

Alex waited until they were both inside the office before shutting the door. "So..."

"I... I didn't mean to... to... I was just going to drop off your phone and-"

"It's my job. I probably should have told you, but I didn't think it was necessary. I'm sorry." He stuffed his hands in his pockets, focusing his eyes on Aahz's desk.

She chewed at her lip, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. I should have remembered to give you your phone..." She swallowed, leaning against the wall.

Alex raised a hand, running it through his hair. He shot her a slight grin, "Well, this is awkward."

"Well... yeah." She blushed. "I didn't expect..."

He nodded, "I am sorry about that. I should have given you some kind of warning or something."

"Um... how?" She furrowed her brow. "It's not as if you knew I was coming..."

He shook his head, "I didn't, but I could have told you the other day at any point, and I didn't."

"I'll live.. I just didn't think I'd see that much of you... and.. and stuff." She blushed.

He felt his neck flush again, "Sorry."

She shook her head. "I'll make you a deal..."

"What kind of deal?" He quirked a brow, letting his eyes drift back to her face.

"If you don't say you’re sorry again... I won't either." Michele bit her lip, pushing her glasses up with a knuckle.

Alex smiled slightly, "Alright."

She smiled back at him. "So... yeah. James called..."

"Oh, yeah. Did he say what it was about?"

"No... just that it was important. He actually asked me to come down here..."

Alex frowned slightly, "Huh... Odd."

"Sorry... I'd have asked but I didn't think it any of my business..." Michele hugged herself picking at her shirt.

He shrugged, "I'll call him in a bit. And you did it again."

"Did what?" She blinked.

"Apologized."

"Oh... um... oops?" She offered him a small smile.

He smiled back, "How's Bonnie?"

"She's... missing Jesse." Michele rolled her eyes. "It's ridiculous."

Alex chuckled, "I'm sure it's mutual."

The phone in Michele's bag began to ring again and she jumped. "Oh!"

He blinked, his eyes drifting the curve of her hips as she rifled through her bag for the phone.

"Gosh dang it!" Michele bent, dumping the bag on the floor. Two books, a wallet, a key chain, a sketchbook, a thing of drawing pencils, some pastels, and his cell phone sprawled across the floor.

Alex bit his lip, trying to force his gaze away from her bum and succeeding only when she handed him the still ringing cell phone. "Thanks."

"No problem..." She bit her lip, kneeling to gather the other items.

He crouched and began to help her one handed as he answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Alex? That you?"

Michele smiled at him, mouthing, 'thank you'.

Alex smiled back, and nodded, "Yeah, it's me."

"What's up, Man? James said some chick picked up earlier..."

Alex handed Michele her wallet, "Yeah, she's a friend of mine. What's so important that James called my cell?"

"Uh... let me ask..." The sound was muffled for a second as Michele smiled her thanks, taking it from him.

Alex smiled back, looking down at the nearly clean floor and picking up the sketchbook.

"He wanted to know if you'd seen his leather pants... he's got a date with Sera again."

Michele bit her lip as she noted it had fallen open to one of her more recent sketches of Bonnie and Jesse.

Alex looked down at it and grinned, "No, I haven't seen his leather pants. Tell him to look under his bed. He probably lost them there again." His eyes studied the picture and he looked up at Michele, mouthing 'This is good'.

Randy relayed the message and a second later a loud. "WOOT!" Was heard through the phone.

She shook her head, blushing.

Alex shut his eyes, fighting off a wince, "Ow. Alright, is that everything?" He opened his eyes again and met Michele's.

"Yeah. Talk to you... wait... is this chick hot? And can I have her number?"

Alex scowled slightly, "Yes, and no."

"Why not? You said she was a friend..."

Michele bit her lip as Alex glowered.

"Randy, whatever happened to Lindsey, the one you were dating last week?"

"She went back to her boyfriend."

Alex sighed, "Look, man, I'm sorry, but just... No. There will be no number giving, alright?"

"Ah. Man... you could have just said you liked her."

The stripper nearly growled, "Hard to do when she's sitting across from me."

Michele blinked, her brow furrowing.

"Ah. Well... tell her I said hi..."

Alex fought the urge to roll his eyes, "Yeah... Bye Randy."

"Bye, Alex." The phone clicked off.

Alex sighed, shutting the phone off. "Sorry, Randy... talks a lot."

"It's okay." She bit her lip, looking at the sketchbook that was still in his big hand.

He looked down at it and blinked, handing it to her. "Sor- I'm not supposed to say that again, am I?" He grinned slightly.

She smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem." He slid his phone into his back pocket, and glanced around the floor, noting that everything had been picked up.

"May I be slightly nosy?"

"Sure."

"What... did he ask that made you say I was sitting across from you?" She shifted, sliding the sketchbook into her bag.

"Oh..." His neck flushed, "He... well..." He explained the situation to her, blushing brilliantly and looking down at the carpet.

Michele blushed as well, ducking her head. "Oh."

Alex bit his lip, and nodded silently.

"I didn't think you could like me like that..." She licked her lips, picking at the carpet.

"Why not?" He blinked, looking at her curiously.

"Well... look at you..." She pushed up her glasses. "You're lovely and friendly and confident... and I'm just... not."

He frowned, "No, you're intriguing, and funny, and have absolutely gorgeous eyes that-"

Michele blushed. "And I'm horridly shy... well... not as bad as I used to be... but... I've... I mean... I've never even kissed somebody before, let alone seen a man naked!" She blinked. "I mean... before... well... yeah." She lowered her head.

Alex bit his lip, "Those aren't necessarily bad things." Being shy... well, it was a good protection until you were ready to come out of your shell. And never being kissed... allowed one to experience it at an older age, which lead to better understanding it. Never seeing a man naked was... effectively ruined either way after the set she had walked in on.

She shrugged. "I guess."

He nodded slightly, and shifted, wincing slightly. His foot twinged and he sat down hard. "Ow."

She blinked, her head jerking up. "Are you okay?"

"My foot's asleep." He leaned against Aahz's desk, smiling sheepishly.

"Oh." She pressed a hand to her chest. "Scared me there for a minute."

"Sorry." He reached behind him and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "It wasn't my intention."

"I kinda figured that... and you said it." Michele offered him a small smile.

"Said what?"

"Sorry."

He smiled, "Ah... Oops."

Michele laughed softly, shaking her head.

Alex set his phone down in his lap and motioned for her to sit next to him, "See? It's that sort of thing... Most girls would just look at me and roll their eyes, but you don't."

"The women in the crowd didn't think so..." She bit her lip, crawling to his side before sitting.

He fiddled with the antenna on the phone, "They don't ever hear me speak." He pointed out.

"The way a person moves says a lot about them.... but you're smart too."

"Occasionally." He twirled the antenna between his fingers, "I'm not going to college; I barely got a High School diploma.” He shrugged, glancing at her.

"Alex..." Michele played with the hem on her skirt. "You are. And you could do anything you wanted to..."

He fought the urge to ask if anything included kissing her, "I suppose."

"I don't associate with stupid people, Alex." She bit her lip, shifting on the floor. "Seriously. What'd you get on your SATs?"

"1400."

Michele felt her jaw drop.

He looked over at her and blinked, "What?"

"You... you think you're... and... Holy cow! I only got a 1200 and I studied from like 9th grade until I took the test!"

"I had loads of help from James, Randy, Janet and my mom. If I took it again I wouldn't do nearly as well."

"Alex... that score is awesome..." Michele bit her lip, then shrugged. "You don't need me to tell you that."

He turned slightly so that he could see her, "Are you going to college, Michele?"

"I can't afford it." She bit her lip, then shrugged. "I'm taking a community child care class."

"Which community college?"

She named it, looking a bit ashamed. College had always been the plan... it just hadn't happened. Ever. And there was no way she could ever afford it.

Alex nodded slowly, biting his lip as he thought. She didn't look exactly... happy, with the position she was in, but what could he do to help? Send anonymous checks through the mail for a year? He nearly snorted at the thought.

"Yeah. Believe it or not, I got accepted into Washington... but... yeah. No funding." She swallowed, offering him a weak smile.

He smiled slightly back, the expression automatic. That thought suddenly wasn't so bad... and maybe not anonymous. She might get creeped out by that. Well, there was a chance she would get creeped out by a stripper sending her money for college, but?

Michele averted her gaze, looking down to fiddle with her skirt again.

Alex bit his lip, "Did you want to go to Washington?"

She nodded. "Yeah... why?"

He shrugged, "I was just wondering."

"Ah."

He nodded, and they fell into silence again.

She chewed at her lip, shrugging. "I... should let you get back to work."

He shook his head, "It's my break."

She blinked, meeting his gaze. "You're wasting your break on me?"

"I wouldn't call it wasting."

She quirked a brow, "Hm?"

He shrugged, "I'm not wasting my break."

Michele smiled, pulling her knees to her chest. "Will you be walking Jesse tomorrow?"

Alex nodded, "Yeah. You'll be at the park, right?"

"Mmhm." Her smile widened. "I can see the happy reunion now."

He grinned, "Mm... I think I'll need to get a better leash."

She laughed. "Of course... I'll bring the Scooby Snacks."

He chuckled, "Mm... anything I should bring?"

"Well... yourself." She rested her chin on her knee, thinking. "I'll bring my blanket again, so we can sprawl out..."

He bit his lip a little harshly. Bad Alex. "Okay."

She frowned. "Is something wrong?"

He shook his head, "No, just trying to think of anything else I should bring." Which wasn't exactly a lie.

"Oh. I'll take a note of that. Frowning equals Alex thinking..." She smiled.

He smiled back, "Usually."

She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "So... am I likely to see nude men when I leave?"

His smile widened slightly, "You might. I could take you out the back door, but then you'd have to walk all the way around the building to get to the parking lot."

"I'll chance myself then..." She shrugged. "It's... blushy... but I'll live."

He nodded, and stood, offering her a hand up, "Yeah."

She took his hand. "Thanks."

He pulled her up, "You're welcome."

She smiled, pushing her glasses up. "What time are you going to be in the park?"

"Probably around nine thirty, ten at the latest." He let go of her hand reluctantly.

"Ah." She blushed before shrugging. "May I ask a question?"

"Sure."

"Where'd... where'd you learn to dance?"

Alex smiled, "Here."

She blinked. "Huh?"

He nodded, "Jason and Nathaniel taught me last year. I was tripping onstage before that."

"Ah. You're a great dancer." Michele bit her lip, looking down.

His lips quirked into a slight smile again, "Thanks." He nearly scowled as the phone rang again, and he picked it up off the floor. He read the number and shook his head.

"What?"

"It's Randy again." Alex held the phone until it stopped ringing and tucked it away.

Michele tilted her head. "So you didn't answer?"

"Nope." He shook his head, "He's either calling to brag about his new girlfriend, or complain about his lack of a girlfriend. That or he's calling for... Never mind."

"Oookay." She shrugged. "So."

"So?"

"I don't know." She smiled.

He smiled back, "Neither do I."

"We're meeting in the park tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. Can you walk me to the door or do you have to..."

"I'll walk you to the door." He smiled slightly.

"Thanks." She picked up her bag.

He led her to the door, shrugging, "Anytime."

"Well... I'll see you and Jesse tomorrow, Alex." She offered him a small smile as a red headed man approached them.

Alex nodded, "Bye Michele."

Nathaniel quirked a brow, watching Michele leave, "Who was that, Alex?"

Alex blushed, "No one."

Jason grinned, coming up next to Nathaniel, "Sure..."

The younger stripper's blush darkened, "Seriously."

Jason shook his head, "Whatever, Alex."

"Hey... is the office free yet, Alex?" Jess smirked as she wrapped her arms around her lover from behind.

Alex nodded, "Yeah, it's free."

Jason smiled slightly, and began singing softly, dancing out of Alex's reach, "Alex has a girl friend, Alex has a girl friend..."

Jess rolled her eyes. "I can see it now... we're going to have to start a time share on Aahz's office..."

Aahz blinked as she stepped up. "Is that so? When do I get to use it?"

Nathaniel shrugged, "That's why you have Jean-Claude's office."

Jason smirked, ducking a fake lunge from Alex, "Alex has a girl friend..."

Alex stuck out his tongue, "Do not! What's got you in such a happy mood, Wolfie?"

Jason shrugged innocently, "That's for me to know and you to find out."

Alex grinned, "Jason's got a girl friend..."

"And you lot have work." Aahz smirked.

Alex sighed, still grinning slightly, "Don't remind me."

"Oooh... is she playing hard to get?" Jason quirked a brow, "You know, I have some tips for that..."

Nathaniel shook his head, "Don't listen to him. He doesn't."

"Do too!"

"Do not."

"Too!"

"Not."

"Work!" Aahz laughed as they gave her sarcastic looks of fright, scattering.
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Romantic Executions: Continued