So here I am bored out of my wits at work because almost everyone I know is either at BB or took a half day. Anyway, I didn't plan on releasing a teaser/snippet of "Playing It Safe" for a little while, but figured I'm bored, so why the hell not...Hope you all enjoy it :)

***Please note that the below is subject to change***

Turning into one of the far rooms of the gallery, which is almost like an alcove and only a few people can fit in here at one time, I finally spot Alex.
Alone.
Just me and him in this tiny space... this ought to be interesting.
He's dressed impeccably, as usual, in a pin stripe suit and a light blue dress shirt that perfectly accentuates his eyes. No tie again though, but good for me, because I get to look at his throat while his Adam's apple bobs up and down when he talks. I know, it's ridiculous, but something as insignificant as that is so very sexy to me in a really hot guy.
"What are you doing in here all by yourself?" I ask him before bringing the glass to my lips to take another sip. "Are you hiding or something?"
He smiles then, and ever so smoothly brings his line of vision down my body and back up again, but not before lingering a moment too long on "the boys".
I knew it! Alex is a tits man and I feel so vindicated right now it's not even funny. In my head I'm doing the "running man" to the tune of Salt-N-Pepa's "Push It", and give myself a pat on the back.
"Why would I be hiding?" he asks.
"I don't know, why would you be hiding?"
"Why do you care if I'm hiding or not?"
"Why do you answer every question with another question?"
Alex takes a step forward, and there he goes again crowding my personal space, but I'm not moving this time. Uh-uh. I'm standing my ground. He raises an eyebrow in curious amusement at my stance before saying, "Maybe I like getting you all worked up."
Fuck me.
The double meaning in that is so not lost on me, and just like that, we went from zero to sixty in no time at all.
"Maybe?" I ask innocently while gazing up at him.
"Now look who's answering with questions."
His masculine chuckle resonates through me, making my toes curl while he takes the upper hand again. I seriously cannot keep up with this much longer. I'm either going to throw him against the wall and rub myself all over him like a slutty cat on a scratching post, or I'm going to douse myself with a bucket of ice cold water.
"For your information, I'm not hiding... at least not from you," he explains. "Just like the quiet sometimes."
"Huh? Always figured you for the type that was into parties and shit."
"That would imply you're thinking about me," he says without missing a beat.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
He takes a step forward and moves to my side to leave, but not before ducking his head closer so that I feel his warm breath fan across my ear. "That's a good question. Are you ready for the answer?"
And poof, he's gone... disappearing behind me, back into the gallery's exhibit, while I ponder what just happened, and kind of pissed that the son of a bitch just answered me with another goddamn question! Worse though, I'm so incredibly hot for him right now by his... his... shit, just by him toying with me that I don't know what to do with myself!