“He laughed,” she told me when she was training me for her job, “and said if I wanted to move up in the company, this was the first step on the ladder.”
After that conversation, I realized at some point he would wager my job for sex. She had decided it wasn’t worth it to fight against him and spent several nights with Chris at his apartment until he got tired of her.
“He’s small and cums fast; it’s twenty minutes tops, then a cigarette, a nap, a second round, and you’re done,” she whispered. “Jobs like this are hard to find. Just to let you know. No one is above it.” It felt like a threat.
With that being said, she packed up her things and moved on to the development department where Chris had gotten her a job as a Jr. Development executive.
“Now, I have this sweet gig.” This is what her words told me, but her face didn’t seem to agree.
From the moment she explained to me what a letch Chris really was, I vowed never to get sucked in. I could get my screenplays produced the legitimate way. I knew I was talented, and it was just a matter of time before someone was ready to take a chance on me. I had to stay strong and confident. Nothing was worth my dignity. I wish the last assistant knew that. I felt sorry for her, even though she claimed she had chosen by her own free will.
“What I do with her in the room is none of your business,” Chris said, dragging me away from the “Dark One.”
I wrenched my arm away from him. “I’m not going to a room with you.”
“This is ridiculous; let’s go. Send whatever you’ve got to my office on Monday,” Chris said as he shuttled me away from the sexy, shirtless, angel.
“No, Chris,” I smashed my hands into his chest, hoping it hurt. “This is ridiculous. We’re obviously done working. You go enjoy the room; do whatever you want in there, and I’ll see you on Monday.” I fixed my wings, which had fallen askew, and turned away from Chris.
“If you don’t come with me now, you don’t have to bother showing up on Monday,” Chris hissed.
“Fine.” I gave him a big fake smile and continued to walk away.
The sexy dark angel extended his arm to me as I approached. “May I have this dance.”
The live band which had been playing ambient music all night had turned up the volume and had started to rock.
“I love this song!” My face brightened; music was just what I needed to relieve my tension and help me forget that I’d just lost my job with the biggest asshole on the planet.
I didn’t dare look back to see if Chris was watching us as I took the dark stranger’s arm and headed out to join the gaggle of people dancing. When we settled into a spot on the floor, I asked, “Is he still there?” I didn’t really want to know, but I was morbidly curious.
“Yep, he’s still there. Just watching us dance. He’s a real creep, huh?” My masked savior seemed sensible and very aware.
“Yeah, he’s a horrible creep.” I rolled my eyes, then rolled my hips. “Let’s just dance. I was only a temp anyway.” I laughed as I threw my head back and just let the music take me away.
“If you lose your job, you’ll have a lawsuit on your hands for sure,” he said as he grabbed me and twirled me around. I squealed with joy.
His body was beautiful. I did everything in my power not to rake my fingers over his perfectly toned abs. I also wanted to rip his mask off and kiss him wildly and run my fingers through his sandy brown hair. I was never so wanton; in fact, I’d been a bit of a prude most of my life. I’d kissed men, and I loved to flirt, but I rarely got past the kissing. On a few occasions, I’d let my dates finger me to orgasm, but I often left them hanging without giving them so much as a blow job. I didn’t do it to hurt them, I just … I struggled with casual sex.
I didn’t have a great reason for this, other than I was afraid. At twenty-eight years old, I’d only had penetrative sex with one man, my high school sweetheart, Emanuel. He and I had dated since we were fourteen. We slept together after prom when I was seventeen and a half. That first time wasn’t so amazing; in fact, it was quite awkward for both of us. However, over the next five years, we learned to rock it in the bedroom. He could really make me howl. I thought we’d last. I knew we would, so I didn’t really notice when he started drifting away.
It began when he enlisted in the army. I thought I’d die waiting for his first tour of duty to end. It was the worst eighteen months of my life. When he came home, we fucked like bunnies. We had sex morning, noon, and night for six days, and then he lit up a cigarette and stopped talking, laughing, or being him anymore. I asked, begged, and grilled him for reasons why he’d shut down. I tried to do the things we loved together. Go to the Hollywood sign and kiss, watch a movie at the summer outdoor movie theater, bodyboard in the surf of Santa Monica, but none of it really sparked him. I began to wonder what the army had done to his spirit.
Then one day, Daleann Rivers called while he was on the toilet. I answered his phone because the caller had called three times in a row. I thought it was urgent. It turned out the call was urgent for her at least. Emanuel hadn’t returned her calls.
“Are you his boss?” I asked, wondering why she made everything sound so desperate.
“Who are you?” she asked, frustrated.
“I’m his girlfriend,” I answered innocently.
“The fuck you are!” she screamed. “I’m his girlfriend.”
My heart fell to the floor. That explained it all. I didn’t understand why Emanuel was cheating on me with the angry woman on the phone. I never knew why he thought she was better than me. Maybe because she was new and I was… established. Perhaps it was because our political views were skewing farther east and west, him being more of a conservative and me spreading my liberal wings. Despite our growing differences, we’d talked about marriage before he left for his tour of duty. I was half-expecting him to propose as soon as he got home, not have another girl somewhere else.
I could have fought it, but deep inside, I didn’t want to. Ever since he told me he wanted to enlist in the Army, I knew we were on different paths. I was a peace-loving writer with deep heart-felt movies to sell. He was a walking action figure. It was fine when we were young and gangly, but as we grew into adulthood, we drifted away. Despite the rightness of the breakup, it still took me years to get over the loss.
I was proud of myself though because I was having no problem whatsoever risking my job to be with tall, dark, and winged. At least I was cured of my lovesickness… finally.
Chapter 5
Sinclair
The girl had spunk that’s for sure. I didn’t know many who could hit Christopher Regent and blow him off so easily. It definitely seemed like he was going to make good on his promise to let her go the next day. However, he lingered… or rather, lurked. He watched her dance for a few songs. Her body was poetry in motion. She had a flirty coolness about her and confidence for days. No wonder Regent had his panties in a bunch; he must have thought he was really close to landing the goddess dancing like a dream before me.
Her perky breasts bounced ever so slightly with the beat, the nipples peaked with exertion and hopefully arousal. Sweat clung lightly to her skin, making her thin silk dress slick enough to form over those perfect breasts. I could see they tapered down to a small waist and legs that didn’t stop. The woman was tall, lean, and beautifully poised. She must’ve been a dancer at one point in her life; she was so graceful.
I was tempted to ask her name and take off our masks and get to know her better, but in light of the Christopher thing, I thought it best not to. Revealing ourselves would probably complicate things. Dancing in the middle of the mansion with a jealous uber-producer fuming on the sidelines was too much fun, though. The whole situation had me painfully aroused.
“Gotta hand it to you, you’ve got that man wrapped around your finger.” I laughed, hoping I wasn’t being offensive.
She rolled her eyes again. “Really? He’s still there? How pathetic.”
Knowing Christopher wa
s looking at her, she swept her arms gracefully down my chest, which was a bit moist with perspiration, and slowly gyrated against my body. Oh, she was dangerous. But that did the trick, Christopher stormed off in a huff. I laughed out loud.
“You really don’t care if you lose your job?” I asked, my body gently grinding against hers.
My cock was ready to be liberated from my black leather pants, so I made sure to keep it away from her, lest I give the wrong impression.
“I care that I have a good time.” She flashed me a smile that lit up her eyes. “I’m really thirsty. Let’s get a drink.”
I gently took her hand and navigated her through the crowd to the bar, which was teaming with people. Luckily, my brother was one of them.
“Sage,” I yelled out, deftly cutting our way through the line.
Now cutting in line is rude, but in Hollywood, it’s all about who you know and who admits knowing you. My brother graciously made space for us, and no one behind us made a stink, so we were that much closer to our goal.
“Having fun?” he asked, seeing my masked twin.
She gave Sage a flirtatious smile and leaned her body a little more into mine.
“We’re having a great time.” I squeezed the goddess’ hand. “You?”
“The jam was awesome.” My brother’s face lit up like the Fourth of July.
“You guys were amazing. You’re getting so good.” I meant the compliment; my brother was really finding his groove in the music industry.
He was the lead singer of the Grind and also played lead guitar. Who knew my pimple-faced little brother would turn out to be such a hunky success. People pretty much just melted for him. They melted for me too, but I tended to be mean at times. I was mostly an alpha; however, tonight I was laying back a bit. My brother had his alpha moments for sure. He could command a lot from people but tended to be more peace-loving and kind than I was. Maybe my rough edges were from being a middle kid, who knew.
“That was you singing just now? You really rock… I mean, really.” The goddess seemed truly impressed.
It made me a bit jealous as my brother had the looks to steal her out from under me; however, it wasn’t his style.
“Thanks,” was my brother’s humble reply.
“Have you seen Shelton?” I asked, instantly regretting it. I didn’t care where Shelton was; it would only bring down my mood if I actually saw him.
“He’s slithering about,” Sage said as he handed the goddess and me drinks. “These are wicked.” He flashed us a devilish smile. “You two be good. I gotta get back to the band.”
With that, my brother was off.
“How do you know the band guy?” the masked goddess asked, sipping her drink.
“He’s my brother. You wanna dance some more?” I quickly segued away from any more talk of my brother. I couldn’t bear her being interested in my brother instead of me.
“Not really. Unless you do.” Her face was flushed red, and I could tell she needed to get some air.
“No, we should probably get you some air, you look a little flushed.” She was quite red-faced and radiant.
“Yeah, I’m feeling rather hot.” She was hot, alright.
Outside, the patio was more crowded than inside. I didn’t want to suggest we go out there. It was so loud inside we could barely talk. So, I dared to be bold for the sake of privacy and considered asking if she wanted us to use my key. I had to be honest; the move was a little underhanded. I definitely wanted to get to know all of her a lot better, and being in a room prepped and ready for the sexual exchange was almost too convenient.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I have a golden key as well. Maybe we can go to my room just to get away from all of this. We can come back later.” I was being a gentleman; at least I was trying. If I were being my true myself, I’d have had her pinned to the wall by now. I was trying a new approach, since fast and furious wasn’t really very satisfying in the end.
“Sure, I’d love to get out of here.” Her smile was glorious.
Just out of curiosity, I scoped the room once more to see if I could find Christopher lurking. Sure enough, he wasn’t far away. What I found most disheartening, however, was the fact that he was with my horrible brother Shelton. I knew Shelton represented his production company, but I bet Christopher was covering his tracks, perhaps realizing he’d sexually harassed his assistant right in front of me.
He knew I was his lawyer’s brother. It wouldn’t be hard to find out who my gorgeous companion was; however, I liked leaving it a mystery. Seeing her as a masked goddess added to the sex appeal of the evening. Leaving my mask on allowed me to be the Dark One and not dominant, work-obsessed Sinclair Harris, the indie producer on the rise. If I discovered, through our mutual contacts, that she’d lost her job, I’d assist her in getting another one. I’d see him brought down, even if his lawyer was my older brother.
Luckily, I was able to sneak my winged companion away without being noticed. It was nearly impossible because both of us were wearing massive wings, but with the noise, dancing, and other partygoers wearing gory costumes, we were able to dart to the elevators without being seen.
Once inside the small elevator, we both laughed as our wings hardly fit. We had to position ourselves in such an odd way we were craning our necks at uncomfortable angles trying not to spill our drinks. It made for a funny picture and a nice moment of levity. She was someone I desperately wanted to fuck. In fact, stripping that tiny silk dress off her body was all I could think about. I tried to focus on her mouth or other things, but my eyes kept going to her tits and farther down to the apex of her thighs where the dress material naturally dipped inwards. I had to actually hold my hands so they wouldn’t feel her sweet ass sloping elegantly behind her. I had to keep telling myself we were just going to the room to talk, just conversation, no fucking… oh, I was so screwed.
I was greatly relieved when the elevator doors opened, not just because I was truly uncomfortable, but her nearness caused my erection to double in size. Already it was jutting out behind the soft leather pants. I wasn’t wearing underwear because I worried the low rise waist might show my boxer brief waistband. That, and I liked the feel of the smooth leather on my cock and balls. The pants were outrageously expensive, and so the leather breathed nicely. They felt fucking incredible.
“Whew,” she said as she stretched her arms out exiting the elevator. “That was a tight fit.” She smiled as she tried to negotiate her wings out of the small space.
“I’ll say,” I quipped pretending not to be making innuendo in my head. “Okay, room 35?” I looked at the wall and painted in elegant scroll were tiny number groupings.
Our room was to the left.
“The wall says, it’s this way,” she noted as her eyes lowered ever so slightly, to discover my cock standing straight and proud. “Follow me.” She bit her lip, turned, and marched toward our room, seemingly very eager to get there.
Chapter 6
Reyna
I didn’t look back at him, but I knew he had the largest hard-on I’d ever seen. We were grinding on each other a lot on the dance floor. His cock hadn’t deflated at all, which told me a lot about the direction we might’ve been heading in.
I couldn’t believe I was going through with this. I’d never gone to someone’s room. Especially with a man whose face I hadn’t even seen. I really wanted to beat myself up for being an idiot, but he was amazing. I had to admit, at least to myself, I was buying the fantasy. Being a writer since I was a little girl, I was a sucker for getting lost in my head.
We walked into a room decorated in modern minimalist furnishings. The decor surprised me because the rest of the mansion was so lavish and old-fashioned. Everything about the night seemed surreal at that point. I knew what I was getting into, and honestly, I couldn’t wait to get into it.
“Um,” I looked at the beautiful stranger, trying not to focus on his erection. “Should we?” I motioned to my mask, wondering if we should re
move them and shatter the fantasy.
He was in the middle of an awkward pose, trying to angle his way out of his massive wings and hide his bulge at the same time. “Well, these are coming off that’s for sure.” He laughed as he caught himself looking strange and awkward. “But I think the masks should stay.” His voice was deep and husky; the sound of it made me tingly all over.
“Oh? Okay, wings off, masks on.” I took my wings off with a little more ease as they were much smaller than his.
I’d bought the costume from a high-end masquerade store last year for a huge charity event Charlynn’s company had thrown. The outfit was quite expensive, but I’d loved it from the moment I saw it. The dress was especially beautiful. It was simple and elegant, and the fine silk hugged my curves without being too revealing.
“I know it’s weird, but I like the anonymity the mask provides. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. You’re always free to go anytime you want, but I need to keep the mask on. It’s a costume party, after all.”
His smile was boyish, but he was making excuses, obviously needing his identity to remain a secret. Either he was a famous actor and didn’t want me finding out who he was, or a serial killer and I was going to die. Somehow, none of that scared me. I was ready to dive right into debauchery with a masked stranger I most likely would never know.
“You’re not a serial killer, are you?” I half-teased.
“I promise you I’m not.” His voice was total seduction. “Are you hungry? They have a room service menu here.” He picked up an iPad sitting on the table and glanced it over.
“If you are.” Frankly, I wasn’t hungry for anything other than him. The low lighting, the woodsy smell, someone had prepared this room for sex, and it was electrifying every nerve in my body.
“I’m not particularly hungry. They have champagne and chocolate strawberries. Those sound nice.” His fingers punched the tablet. “I’m ordering some and water.” He smiled seductively as he set the tablet aside when he finished. “It should only be a few minutes.”
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