Trinna

by Moore, M. K.

  Trinna

  MK Moore

  Trinna (The Gallucci’s # 2)

  By MK Moore

  © MK Moore 2019 Flirty Filth Publishing.

  All Rights Reserved

  By the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without permission of the publisher is unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for brief quotations used in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

  Cover created by KL Fast

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Other books by MK Moore

  About the Author

  Dedicated to love at first sight. It’s so amazing.

  Playlist that inspired Trinna

  Love at First Sight by Kylie Minogue

  She Ain't Right by Brice Lee

  Little White Church by Little Big Town

  Blow Your Mind (Mwah) by Dua Lipa

  Sugar by Robin Schulz (ft Francesco Yates)

  Sugar by Maroon 5

  Let Me Put My Love Into You by AC/DC

  We Found Love by Rihanna (ft Calvin Harris)

  Only Girl (In The World) by Rihanna

  Everything by Lifehouse

  One

  Trinna Gallucci

  I know that I should be thanking my brother, Anthony, for getting me this job interview, but I’m embarrassed about that fact. I’m a twenty-three-year-old virgin who still needs my big brother’s help in order to find a job. I had to leave my last secretarial position under less than ideal circumstances.

  Anthony is a hotshot accountant, an oxymoron I know, but he is. His client is the General Manager of the Sliders, Archer Denton. They are friends as well, but I have never met him. I didn't have a chance to Google him yet, though his name sounds familiar. My brother told me to be at this address this morning at eleven-thirty last night. My boring ass was already in bed, had been for two hours, so I just set an alarm and caught an Uber.

  Now, I am standing outside the five-story building in Fort Worth, which isn’t terribly far from my parent's house in Dallas. That’s right. I still live with my parents. I completely failed to launch, to say the least. I have been here for twenty minutes freezing my ass off. It’s five-twenty in the morning and thirty-eight degrees. This fucking sucks. I could still be sleeping.

  “Are you Trinna?” A very masculine voice asks from behind me.

  “I am,” I say, turning around and pushing my glasses back up my nose. Fuck, I should have Googled him, so that I’d at least be prepared for what I am seeing now. The pale street lamps are giving off an aura of candlelight. He is wearing a three-piece navy suit and a hot pink tie. His muscles have muscles. There is no way that suit isn’t specifically tailored to his body. His beard and closely shaved head are driving me crazy. I think I am dying, my heart is beating so fucking fast. I did not dress for success and now I feel uncomfortable. I am wearing jeans and a Dallas Sliders t-shirt. They are my favorite team and I have enough team gear that I could wear something different for months. My dark hair is pulled back into a messy bun. I might actually look like a homeless person.

  “Sorry, I’m late. Had a rough night. Follow me,” he says after sliding a card into the reader posted up by the doors. He sure doesn’t look like he’s had a rough night. He looks very much put together. I feel like my heart might actually break at the thought that he was out with some woman. Of course, he was though, he is too gorgeous not to have been. I am absolutely insane. I don’t even actually know this man. I have no right to act like a friggin’ psycho. I only know of him from when he played ball years ago. I want to say he played for Tampa. My useless stats rolling through my head.

  “No worries,” I finally manage to say, staying just a few feet behind him. “I brought you a coffee from Dunkin. It’s probably still hot,” I say filling the comfortable silence. I'm the one who makes it awkward. He stops and turns abruptly, holding his hand out to me. I gasp like an idiot. I quickly give him his coffee. I just got a little cream and sugar, because that’s how I take it.

  “You are a lifesaver, Trinna. Thank you,” he says looking grateful.

  “You’re welcome, Mr. Denton,” I say as we get moving again.

  “Archer, please,” he says as I follow him into his office. It’s not at all what I expected. It is spacious, but it’s basically got a massive oak desk with a desktop computer on it and two really nice chairs opposite the desk. He gestures for me to sit in one of the chairs in front of the desk. I do so, taking a sip of my iced coffee. My throat is suddenly dry. Looking around the room, I see a door that leads to a closet or a bathroom, but it’s shut. To the left is a huge conference table with at least forty chairs around it. There is also a fairly large wet bar. Several manly looking bottles of whiskey or scotch sit on the rack. There is also a Keurig and a display of K-cups. I assume this is where I’ll make his coffee or maybe he makes his own.

  “Now, Trinna, as it’s the offseason, I typically use this time to get my office in order. My last assistant left after she got married. Now, I know I shouldn’t ask this but since your brother is my friend, I am hoping I can get away with this. Are you married, engaged, or pregnant?” he asks tersely. I notice his fists are clenched as he asks this. I wonder what this is about. I burst out laughing.

  “God, no to any of those things. Much to my Ma's dismay.” He chuckles and relaxes his fists. “I mean I'm not a lesbian or anything, my baby sister is a lesbian, not that you needed to know that,” I blurt out. I am so mortified. I bury my face in my hands, mindful of my glasses. My verbal diarrhea is strong right now. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why did my brain feel like it was important for him to know that? His deep chuckle rumbles through me.

  “That is very good to know, Trinna. Very good indeed.” Oh. My. God. I feel my thighs involuntarily clench. Jesus, what is this man doing to me?

  “I am so sorry Mr. Denton. I swear I’m normally very professional.”

  “Archer, please,” he says again. “I believe you. The office work is really just catch up from when I was traveling with the team. You will be expected to as well, I hope that isn’t a problem.”

  “Are you telling me that I will get to see all the games?” I ask, getting super excited. I am a total baseball nerd. I love memorizing stats. It really freaks people out.

  “Yes, of course.”

  “Oh my God. This is so exciting. I am a huge fan of the team.”

  “Yes. Your brother told me. Should we discuss salary and other incentives you might require?”

  Salary? Incentives? I have always been a “paid by the hour” kind of secretary. Kind of like a hooker.

  “Sal
ary? To be honest, sir, I’ve never negotiated a salary before. At my last job, I made ten dollars an hour. I have no idea what’s fair or appropriate,” I say honestly.

  “Ten dollars an hour? That won’t work in this situation. I need you twenty-four seven.” The way he says need makes me think he more than needs me. Why do I like that? Oh my God, I need to get this shit in check.

  “Okay, so you tell me, what did you start your last assistant at?”

  “One hundred and fifty thousand dollars.” I almost choke on the sip of coffee I was drinking.

  “Um, yeah. That sounds perfect.”

  “Plus healthcare and all travel expenses will be covered.”

  “That sounds amazing. What will my tasks include?” I am so excited about this, I am just trying to keep my cool.

  “Helping me organize my office, our travel arrangements, coffee for me and anyone in my office, answering phones and email.”

  “That sounds doable.”

  “Now, your attire is fine since it’s Friday. Casual Friday and all, but the rest of the week, unless it is a home game, is business attire. We do offer a clothing allowance, should you need it.”

  “I will need that,” I say honestly. I don’t have anything that is super nice, and I want to make a better second impression. I watch as he pulls out his wallet. He hands over a dark blue card that has absolutely nothing on the front of it.

  “There is no limit on that card, but keep in mind it is a corporate card. I will be able to see all of the transactions. This will be yours for the duration. You can use this for coffees, lunches, the clothes and anything else I require.”

  “That is very generous of you. I promise I am responsible. I would never do anything to violate your trust.” I am blown away by this man.

  “I never doubted that. Your brother speaks very highly of you and I get a good feeling about you.” His words cause me to shiver. “Now, is there anything you won’t do?” he asks.

  “What do you mean?” I ask confused. I hate but also kind of love that my mind immediately went to sex and all the things I want him to do to me.

  “Are there any tasks your last boss required that you were not thrilled about?” he asks patiently. His long fingers stroke his short beard.

  “Oh God, yes. I hated making dinner arrangements for his girlfriend and then sending his regrets to his wife. I can’t get involved with something like that again. I won’t do flowers for anyone other than your mother or an injured player or something like that. I won’t buy your wife or your girlfriend gifts either.” I think I’d die if he asked me to do something like that. I discreetly check his left hand. No ring, but that doesn’t mean much in this day and age. A lot of men don’t wear their wedding bands, which is sad really because I think men should advertise the fact that they are in love.

  “Your last boss seems like a fucking dick if you don’t mind me saying.” I smile and shake my head.

  “I don’t mind at all. He was a fucking dick, trust me. I am not even sure I’ve ever been offended by anything before, actually. I have a crazy sense of humor too.”

  “That's good to know,” he says laughing. “But, you really don’t have to worry about that sort of thing with me anyhow,” he says chuckling.

  “Why is that?” I ask. “Shit, shoot, never mind,” I say, stuttering. He has me curious, but that really isn’t professional.

  “I asked you the same questions, did I not? I am not married, nor do I have a girlfriend. I also don’t have plans to knock any other woman up. Besides, you are definitely hired.” His use of the word other or the emphasis he placed on it is not lost on me, but I let that slide. I have no idea what I am getting myself into but somehow, for some reason, it feels right.

  “Where do I sign?”

  Two

  Archer Denton

  Fuck. Trinna Gallucci is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. I don’t know what possessed me to hand over one of my personal credit cards, but I want to strip her down and redress her. I am sure that the Mitch Gallagher Sliders tee she has on had something to do with it. I don’t even think she knows how beautiful she is. Her black thick-rimmed glasses are sexy as fuck. I can imagine her on her knees in front of me, sucking me off like a cock-hungry fiend. I also imagine pulling myself from her mouth and releasing my come all over her beautiful face, hitting those sexy glasses. I have got to get a fucking grip on reality.

  God, I feel like a pig right now. I am not being very professional. My cock is hard for the first time since I was a teenager. Back in my playing days, I kept away from women.

  My mentor, Jimmy Forsythe, was very clear that cleat chasers should be avoided at all costs. Growing up dirt poor in a suburb of Tampa, Florida, I’ve been around girls like that all my life. I avoided them then and I avoid them now. I watched my sainted mother, Anita, working two sometimes three jobs. I had goals and the number one goal was working hard so my mother never had to again. A brief twenty minutes with Trinna and I am ready to throw my self-imposed celibacy out the window.

  Even after I retired from my hometown team and ended up here, I had become so set in my ways, I didn’t change.

  I slide over the HR paperwork and a pen. I watch her read through the pages before signing her name with a flourish.

  When she slides them back over to me, I can’t help myself.

  “Have breakfast with me?” I ask, but it wasn’t really a question. Her eyes widen and her cheeks turn pink, but she nods.

  “There is a little diner about twenty minutes from here.”

  “Sounds good. When should I start?”

  “Monday morning at nine,” I say standing. “I feel very overdressed. Can you give me a few minutes?” I ask chuckling.

  “Sure. I’ll just familiarize myself with my desk.” She moves to the outer office and I head into my private bathroom, complete with a shower and a closet. I kick my shoes off and I strip my suit pants and jacket off, pulling on a pair of jeans. I pull my tie off and roll my sleeves up on my dress shirt, throw on my Under Armour running shoes and head out.

  When I get to the outer office, I can’t help the groan that escapes me at the sight of Trinna bent over her desk. Her tight ass looks like it was made to be in my hands. She straightens up and turns to face me.

  “Is everything okay?” I ask.

  “Uh, yeah. Everything is fine. The computer was unplugged, so I plugged it back in,” she says flustered, her cheeks turning pink.

  “Ah,” I say, clearing my throat. “Ready for breakfast?”

  “Yes, thank you,” she says after I hold the door open for her.

  “Which one is yours?” I ask, gesturing to the parking lot. Besides mine, there are only three other cars parked.

  “I, uh, don’t have a car actually. I took an Uber,” she says looking at the ground. She will need a car in order to do her job. “I do know how to drive,” she says. Will she believe that I got her company car? I don't want her riding with strangers.

  “No worries. I am just over here,” I say as I start walking to my 2019 Lincoln Continental. My step-dad always had Lincoln’s so as soon as I was able to, I bought him a brand new one. That was fifteen years ago. I love them as well and I’ve kept the tradition going.

  “Oh, wow. This is a nice car. Very Matthew McConaughey,” she says sliding into the passenger seat after I opened her door for her.

  “Alright, alright, alright,” I say laughing. Her sexy little giggle ills my ears and I close the door behind her. I take a few deep breaths as I move around the car. I get into the driver's seat. “Buckle up,” I say doing the same. She does as I ask. I start the car and head out of the lot onto the main highway. I should be watching the road, but instead, I'm fascinated by her fingers running circles over the bare skin of her thigh that's peeking out from a frayed hole in her jeans. Our silence is deafening, but luckily where we're going isn't too far away. I pull into Fritz's Diner off of Gumption Avenue.

  “I love this place,” she says as I pull int
o a parking space.

  “Me too. It's a favorite of mine.” I get out and open her door before she has a chance to.

  When her hand settles into mine, I haul her up from the seat. Her chest meets mine and my head lowers automatically. My lips brush hers. I deepen the kiss and her moan spurs me on. Her hands grip my lapels. I am not sure when I let her hand go. Our kiss goes on and on until she half-heartedly pushes me away.

  “Oh fuck. That was awful.” I clear my throat.

  “I wouldn't say that Trinna,” I say gruffly, more than a little affronted.

  “Oh God, not the kiss. The kiss was beyond perfect. Amazing really. I meant the lack of professionalism on my part,” she says worrying her bottom lip.

  “There were two of us involved in that there kiss, sugar. Don't you agree?” I ask in a lazy drawl.

  “That can't happen again,” she says walking away from into the restaurant.

  “We'll see about that, sugar,” I call after her. She stops but doesn't turn around, before moving towards the door again.

  I've never wanted anything or anyone more. We talk throughout breakfast, but she doesn't mention our epic kiss again.

  Once we leave the diner, I take her arm and lead her back to the car.

  I climb into the driver’s seat and start the car.

  “Can I drop you at home?” I ask.

  “Um, I can totally Uber,” she says hedging.

  “Nonsense. I can take you. Riding with strangers isn’t safe.” I watch as her soft face morphs into anger. I have to hold my smile in check.

  “I think I can handle myself,” she says indignantly.

  “Can you?” I murmur before lifting her from her seat into my lap. She squeals.

  “What, what are you doing?” she sputters.