by London Casey
“You will do well to remember that I am your employer, and calm the hell down.” I waited for a moment to see how he responded. As I’d hoped he would, he took a slow breath and some of the color receded from his face. “If you look over the contract you signed – and you wrote, may I remind you – there is an entire section that states all company property may be monitored at any time at my discretion.”
“I-I thought that was to keep people from surfing for porn or making personal calls on company time.” Leon was flustered, but I didn’t know if it was because he’d just realized that he’d thrown something at his boss or because I was right and he had no legal standing to be mad.
“That is the main reason,” I admitted. “But it allowed me to monitor the interviews.” I paused, then added, “And that’s all I monitored. I wasn’t spying on you, Leon. I wanted to see the remaining candidates before they did their interview with me.”
Now he just looked puzzled. The man was great at the legal stuff, but he wasn’t a businessman. His brain just didn’t work that way.
“Why?” Leon asked. “Whoever I hire isn’t going to be working directly under you. She’ll be in my department. You’ve never been interested in who I hired before.”
“This time, it’s different,” I said. I didn’t have to explain myself, but Leon was a good man. When he wasn’t throwing expensive electrical equipment at my head. I wanted him to understand. “I don’t want to keep thinking so narrowly. There could be potential among these candidates. Maybe someone who could rise above just being a lawyer sitting behind a desk.”
Leon raised an eyebrow. “Like who?”
“Krissy Jensen,” I answered immediately. She’d been the only one who’d struck me as anything special. “There’s something about her.” Something more than a tight ass and nice tits, I wanted to add, but that wouldn’t have been appropriate.
Leon shook his head. “Jensen, really? She’s good, I’ll give you that. And I like her attitude, but Melissa Tomes is much better qualified. I’d put Ms. Jensen as a runner-up, but Ms. Tomes scored higher on every test. She has to be first choice.”
I had crossed the distance between us before I’d realized what I was doing and it was all I could do not to grab the front of his shirt and yank him up onto his tiptoes. That would’ve been a bit extreme, I thought.
I spoke slowly and clearly so that he would understand me. “It’s not about test scores or experience. Someone could look good on paper and be as exciting as a pile of dog shit. In fact, that is your first choice. Melissa is books and ass-kissing. We work with people and we need to hire people with skills in that field. Someone with fire in their veins and steel in their backbone. That is what Krissy Jensen brings.”
I turned and walked back to the elevator, catching a glimpse of Leon’s face, pale and mottled with pink from the sudden change from anger to intimidated. My entire body was thrumming with energy as I got onto the elevator. Maybe I should have gone to the gym, I thought. I was way too tense. I should’ve known better, getting wound up like that without any release.
I was two steps into my office when I realized that I wasn’t alone.
Cheri was leaning against my desk, completely naked. The skimpy dress she’d worn out of the hotel was lying in a chair.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I snapped. “How did you get here before me?” I looked around, fully expecting a blonde to appear. “Where’s Tina?”
Cheri grinned at me as she ran a hand over one pert breast, cupping the firm flesh. “She had to leave to see her dentist or something, but I snuck in while you were talking with Duncan. You really should get better security.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I spoke through gritted teeth. I was pissed, but I couldn’t quit looking at her fingers playing with her nipple.
“Do you mind that I came to see you?” She pushed herself off of the desk and walked towards me.
“Yes, I fucking mind! Get the hell out!”
Cheri’s smile widened as she leaned against me. I should have taken a step back, but I could feel the heat of her blazing through my clothes and all of the pent-up tension I had from the hotel came rushing back. Never one for subtly, she ran her hand over my crotch and my blood went straight south.
“You seem tense,” she teased. “Do you need a massage?” Her hand slowly rubbed the bulge in my pants.
I closed my eyes and clenched my hands into fists. I could feel myself swelling under her hand. “Fuck,” I muttered.
Then her hand was gone and I opened my eyes. I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to have left or still be there, offering herself to me. I was strung so tight that I wasn’t entirely sure I could remember my name. If she’d left, I’d have to spend a couple minutes in the bathroom before I’d be any good at work.
She hadn’t left. She’d just moved to her knees. When she saw me looking down at her, she reached for my zipper. As she opened my pants, she licked her lips, leaving no doubt as to what she intended to do.
Aw, hell. How was I supposed to say no to that?
I buried my fingers in her hair as she pulled my cock out of my pants. I was so hard it almost hurt and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Cheri was tall, making access to her mouth easier than it would’ve been on someone shorter, like Tina.
“Open your mouth,” I growled.
She did as she was told. She knew exactly what I wanted. I shoved the first three inches between her lips, groaning as she swirled her tongue around my swollen shaft. There was no way I would last long at all.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth.” My accent had thickened as my need grew.
“Please.”
Cheri only managed that single word before I was shoving her head down the length of my cock. She’d given me a blow job before so I knew how far she could take me. I took her to that point over and over again, using her hair to pull her off of me before shoving back into that hot, wet cavern. I looked down at Cheri, her mouth stretched wide around me, my cock glistening with her saliva, and suddenly, it wasn’t her red hair and porcelain skin I was seeing.
Thick black hair between my fingers.
Large, dark eyes peering up at me from between thick lashes.
Krissy.
My entire body shuddered as I came without warning. I jerked back, the last of my cum splashing across Cheri’s face. I stared down at her, my heart pounding in my chest. She grinned at me as she got to her feet, licking her lips and wiping her hand across her face.
“I got no problem swallowing, hun, but warn a girl next time.” She chuckled.
What the hell?
“Get out.”
Cheri looked startled, but I didn’t care. I grabbed her dress from the chair and threw it at her. “Get dressed and get the fuck out!”
She scowled at me as she pulled on her dress, but she didn’t argue. I barely even noticed when she closed the door behind her.
What the hell? I sank into my chair, my hands shaking. I never lost control. I WAS control. But something about the thought of having Krissy on her knees, her lips around my cock…
I slapped my hand against my desk, letting the sting clear my head. Whatever it was, it was done, and it wouldn’t happen again.
Chapter Six
Krissy
I was torn between wanting to open the door and throw something at my maybe-future-boss and getting on a plane to go back home. I didn’t do either. Instead, I carried my bag back to the bedroom and then went into the bathroom to clean up. My stomach was growling and a glance at a clock told me it was almost two, which meant five on the East Coast, and I hadn’t eaten anything substantial yet today. I needed to get something to eat or I was going to end up with a massive headache.
As I headed down in the elevator, I kept thinking about what had just happened. I knew there were bosses who pressed for sexual favors but I’d never heard of one who wanted to be told no. I supposed it was a good thing and I should be grateful DeVon – Mr. Ricci – hadn’t been serious, but
I still wasn’t sure how I felt about what I’d walked in on. I mean, I was no prude, but that had been…too much.
I shook my head. I didn’t want to think about DeVon and his naked women. I had changed out of my interview clothes and into a cute little dress that Carrie’s boyfriend, Gavin, had been nice enough to buy for me one of the times I’d taken Carrie shopping. It was a warm, gold color that complemented my skin tone and it accentuated my curves, drawing attention to my narrow waist as much as my bust.
“Hi.” I gave the concierge a bright smile. Judging by the expression on his face, I’d chosen the dress well. “I was just wondering if you could recommend a good lunch restaurant.”
“Of course.”
I was impressed at how well he did not staring at my breasts. I didn’t know many men with that much self-control. For a second, I wondered if DeVon would’ve pretended not to notice or if he’d openly ogle. I was willing to bet the latter.
“There are several excellent restaurants at Sunset Plaza. Clafoutis is quite well-regarded.”
“Thank you,” I said. I started to turn away when he spoke again.
“Would you like a complimentary ride?”
Surprised, I nodded. “Thank you. That would be great.”
It wasn’t until I was in the hotel’s Town Car, heading for Sunset Plaza, that I thought to wonder if this was another test by Mirage or just something nice the hotel or the company did.
No, I told myself. I wasn’t going to second-guess every decision I made, worried about what Mr. Ricci would think. I was going to do what I knew was right and not worry about anything else. I wanted this job and I really wanted to live out here, but I wasn’t about to compromise anything I believed. No job was worth that. And accepting a complimentary ride from the hotel was far from unethical.
When we arrived at the Plaza, the driver opened the door for me and asked if I wanted him to wait or if I’d prefer to call the hotel for a pick-up. I chose the call option, not knowing how long I was going to linger over lunch, or if I’d take a walk when I was done. I’d chosen flat sandals rather than heels just for that reason.
Several restaurants sat next to each other, each one looking just as good as the last. I spotted the one the concierge had mentioned and decided to take his advice. It was absolutely gorgeous and had an array of tables out on a patio where I’d be able to enjoy the sunshine and people-watch.
Their menu was amazing. I almost couldn’t decide. Finally, I chose the Gazpacho – a seasoned cold tomato soup with garlic croutons – a Turkey Club with everything on it and a side of garden vegetables.
As I settled in under the partial shade and began to eat, I watched the beautiful people of Hollywood walk by, sporting the latest fashions, arms linked as they chattered away about the latest gossip. It was nothing like watching New York sidewalks. Everyone there was so busy, hurrying from one place to the next. There was a sameness about them. Not because everyone in New York looked the same, but they all had the same harried expressions, whether they were in a three-piece suit or wearing leather. It was all important business. Here, there was a mixture of those rushing and those taking their time, but even the people in a hurry didn’t carry themselves with the same briskness I associated with the people of big cities like Chicago or New York.
Then there was the traffic. I’d heard horror stories about LA traffic, and having lived in the Big Apple, I was no stranger to cars parked bumper to bumper. I didn’t know if it was the time of day or where I was, but it wasn’t too bad. The main difference between the two cities, however, was the type of car. Back home, every other car would be a yellow taxi. Here, every second or third car cruising by was a Ferrari, Lamborghini, Porsche or another exotic car that cost more than I made in a year. Hell, some of them were worth almost twice as much as I made in a year.
I knew the saying about the grass being greener on the other side of the fence, and I’d worried that I was trying to do that to LA, but that’s not what it looked like to me from here. I was sure there’d be disadvantages to living here, just like there were negatives about every place, but sitting there, enjoying the more relaxed atmosphere and the warmth of the sun, I couldn’t see it. Being here just made me all the more determined to get hired at Mirage.
“Krissy!”
I blinked, startled out of my reverie by my name being called. From the sound of it, it wasn’t the first time. I looked around, trying to figure out who I knew out here who could possibly be yelling for me. I spotted him even as he came towards me. Blond hair, tanned skin and that impossible smile.
“Hello again, Taylor.” I returned the smile. He was off-limits for anything sexual or romantic, but a talk wasn’t unethical.
“Here I was thinking I’d have to make an excuse to go back to Mirage just so I could see you again.” His eyes ran over me and he gave a low whistle. “Much better than what you were wearing before. Not,” he hastily added, “that there was anything wrong with you before. It’s just that dress…”
“Were you just walking by or coming to get something to eat?” I asked the first question that popped into my head so he’d quit talking about the way I looked. Normally, I loved a compliment, but I couldn’t flirt back. It wouldn’t be right.
“I come here all the time,” he explained, his eyes returning to meet mine. “I live two blocks that way.” He pointed, then gave me another charming grin. “I share a house with three other actors. It’s not much, but it’s home.” He looked down at the empty seat across from me. “Would you mind if I joined you?”
I knew it was probably a bad idea, but I wanted some conversation and I didn’t know anyone else here. I could keep it platonic and almost business-like. Lawyers went to dinner and out for drinks with clients all the time. It was fine. As long as it didn’t cross the line.
The waiter who’d taken my order was coming with my main food, so Taylor and I waited to start a conversation until Taylor’s order had been taken. He motioned for me to go ahead with my meal, for which I was grateful. The soup had been amazing, but it hadn’t been even close to filling.
“How did your interview go?” Taylor asked as I took a bite of my sandwich.
Wow. That was good. I took a moment to savor the bite before answering Taylor’s question with a see-sawing motion of my hand. After I swallowed, I told him a very brief part of the story, mostly how well things had gone with Mr. Duncan but I also mentioned showing up in my room to find DeVon Ricci on the couch. I didn’t mention that he was with two naked women or what he had been doing to them, rather choosing to keep it professional and simply say that I’d kicked him out.
Taylor laughed at that, his eyes lighting up. Damn, he was hot. “I did warn you about DeVon.”
I nodded and chuckled. “You did.”
The waiter returned with Taylor’s lunch, some sort of steak sandwich that looked just as good as my turkey one. If I did move out to California, I had a feeling I’d be back here.
“I can’t believe you kicked him out of your room,” Taylor said before taking a bite of his food.
I shrugged. “It was my room and he was being quite rude.”
“Would you kick me out?” Taylor teased.
I chewed slowly on the mouthful I’d just taken. If we were back home or I was just visiting, I knew what the answer would be. Hell, no, I’d ride you like a pony. Unfortunately, that’s the kind of answer I most definitely could not give here.
I tried for something safe. “I’d call security on anyone who showed up in my room unannounced and uninvited.” I kept my tone flat so it wouldn’t sound like I was flirting. I didn’t want Taylor to be mad, but I also didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. I changed the subject, asking him questions that would be appropriate for a lawyer-client relationship. Details about his work. Where he hoped to be in five years. The kinds of things I could ask anyone without getting too personal.
The problem was, Taylor kept trying to make the answers personal. When I asked about what he saw in his future, I di
dn’t specify his career and he took that latitude to joke about being with a beautiful lawyer. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate what he was saying, but it wasn’t making things any easier for me to keep professional.
“Did you rent a car?” he asked as he handed the waiter a credit card with the bill.
I shook my head as I did the same with my bill. I was glad Taylor hadn’t tried for an awkward ‘I’ll pay that.’ “The hotel has a car service.” I took out my phone. “All I need to do is give them a call.”
“Why don’t you let me take you back?” Taylor offered.
“I couldn’t,” I protested.
“Nonsense,” he said. “Why have to wait around here for the driver to come get you when I have a car right over there?”
It made sense, I had to admit. I nodded and, after the waiter returned with our receipts and cards, I followed Taylor to a mid-sized Audi. It was nice, but older, definitely more of an up-and-comer type car rather than something an established actor or a mega-star would have. The inside smelled like fast-food and the pine-scented air freshener that hung from the rearview mirror. I couldn’t help but smile. Every college guy I’d dated had a car that smelled the same. It was typical bachelor with a menial type job. I suddenly realized that I didn’t know what Taylor actually did for a living. If he was only doing local commercials, he had to have either a trust fund or a ‘day-job.’ I was betting not many kids from Wisconsin had trust funds.
Before I could ask, he looked over at me and asked his own question. “Do you have anything planned the rest of the day?”
I shook my head.
“I was wondering if you’d like to see the ocean. The sun will set in a couple of hours and it’s absolutely beautiful over the water. It’s not something you’ll want to miss.”
I hesitated. I really did want to see the ocean and a sunset over the Pacific sounded amazing, but I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to be in a car, alone, with Taylor that long. At least eating, we were in public. I didn’t want to give anyone the wrong impression.
