by JA Low
Picking up my phone I call Camryn.
“Hey bitch,” she says.
“Fuck, Cam. I’ve fucked up,” I whisper into the phone.
“What do you mean? It’s your first day, how the hell can you have already stuffed up?” she asks.
“Remember the guy I met at the party?”
“The one you kicked out this morning, after spending all weekend with him?”
“Yeah…well, Chris is not a chef. His name is in fact Christian Taylor and he is a fucking rock star and my very first client.”
“Shit,” Camryn screams down the phone.
A knock at my door startles me. “I have to go.”
“Okay girl, good luck. Cocktails tonight at California Bros. you have to fill me in on everything.”
Putting my phone down, “Come in,” I call out.
“Well this is a surprise.” That voice, that damn voice that makes my panties wet. Christian is standing in the doorway of my office as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“You’re telling me. I thought you were a chef.”
“And I thought you were an events planner,” he states as he prowls toward me.
I sit up straight. Now is the time to be professional. Yes, I had a weekend of the most amazing sex, but he is now my client.
“So…Vanessa, what are we going to do about this? Because I sure as hell wouldn’t mind a repeat performance of the weekend.” He rounds the edge of my desk and stops in front of me, his large presence looming.
“It was a one-time thing, Christian.” Saying his full name feels strange, especially as I was used to screaming out his other name.
“We both know it was never going to be a one-time thing, not when the chemistry between us is this good.” His hand drops and brushes my cheek. “I think I lost count how many times I made you come this weekend.”
I don’t care how good the sex is between us it’s all null and void now we work together. Pushing myself up and out of the chair, we are almost chest to chest, face to face.
“We work together. Nothing can happen,” I state, looking at him directly in his eyes.
“So, we can’t mix business and pleasure?” Large calloused fingers dig into my hip.
“I’m a professional, Christian. No matter how great the weekend was nothing can happen ever again.” I try and even my breaths, but his large presence is all consuming.
Christian puts a hand to his heart as if my words have wounded him. “You sure, angel? Because I bet if I put my fingers between your legs, your panties would be soaked, wouldn’t they?”
Ignoring him, because it was the fucking truth, they were soaked. I can feel his breath against my skin. His body heat radiating off of him, his musky scent filling my nose, setting my skin on fire. It wasn’t fair, why did this man have to be my client?
“I’m going to kiss you now, because I fucking can’t stand being this close to you and not touching you.”
Huh, what? No, that’s not professional, kissing isn’t allowed. Before I have a chance to register what he is saying, his mouth is on mine. Large palms holding my face as his lips torture mine, my hands fisting his red T-shirt as I melt into his kiss. His body pushes against mine as my bottom hits the desk behind me. These lips, I can’t get enough of these lips. His hands leave my face and travel over my body until they end up at my waist. With ease he lifts me up so my bottom is sitting on the desk. Skilled hands push up the hem of my pencil skirt as he nestles in between my legs. What the hell am I doing? “Christian, stop,” I moan, pushing him away from me.
Both of us are breathing hard, my eyes flick toward the bulge in his jeans and I subconsciously lick my lips.
“I know what you want and it’s all yours.”
I shake my head trying to make the fuzziness of desire leave my mind.
“We can’t. I can’t. Things are different now.” I jump off my desk and fix up my skirt, I can’t believe I let him push me that far. “I need this job, I’m good at my job and I am going to be the best PR manager you have ever had and I can only do that if we…” Waving my hands between us, I continue, “Keep our relationship purely professional.”
Christian frowns. “Seriously?” He looks confused. I’m sure he isn’t used to women saying no to him. I can totally understand why, but today was going to be a first for him. I can feel my body protesting against what I am saying but it is for the best. I learnt my lesson the hard way with interoffice affairs and I will never ever put myself in that situation again. “I’m sorry, Christian. We just can’t. You do realize we are going to be working closely with each other for the foreseeable future.”
Raking his hands through his hair, “Yeah, I get it. I just…fuck, Ness, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I am a little taken aback by his honesty. “I’m sure by the end of the week some new girl will have your attention and you will have forgotten all about me.” Ugh, I hate that thought, it makes my stomach sink. Some other girl is going to get the benefits of his amazing skills.
“It’s not like that. You were the first girl that I have wanted to spend time with and not just to have sex with, this weekend was…” He rubs his face as he starts to pace. “Fuck, Ness…this weekend was one I will never forget, you were fucking perfect.”
My heart begins to race. I can’t believe this man is saying these things to me. He could have any woman he wants in the world and he is telling me he wants more of me.
“I’m sorry, Christian.”
“I know, it just sucks.” His hazel eyes meet mine. “Look, I’m not going to deny that when we have meetings I am so going to be picturing you naked, okay?”
This makes me laugh. “Fine. I am not going to deny that there might be times that I might picture you naked as well.” My comment makes him smile. “But we keep it professional.”
Christian rolls his eyes.
I know I sound like a broken record, but he doesn’t understand what it’s like to have your life ruined because of some stupid office gossip.
“So, what would be a professional kiss then?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
“I’m pretty sure a kiss isn’t very professional.” Folding my arms in front of me, I try to be serious.
“No? I’m sure it can be, wanna try?” The smile he gives me makes my knees weak.
“Not really.” I try and fain indifference.
“Come on, Vanessa, I’m sure you can handle a professional kiss from me.”
No, I’m pretty sure any kissing between us I won’t be able to handle.
He moves toward me, leans in and kisses each of my cheeks.
I can feel my whole body zing from the sparks.
“See, totally professional.” He gives me a smirk.
“Fine, point made, that is all the kissing we can have between us in the future.”
He rolls his eyes at me. “Fine, Vanessa, you win. Friends then?” he asks, holding out his hand for me.
Shaking it, I agree. “Friends.”
I’ve been organizing Dirty Texas’ first gig with Montgomery Records for the past two months, it’s a special invite only gig and there is a waitlist a mile long to get into it. The buzz the event has generated has been amazing, the radio stations have been promoting this gig, alongside the release of their first single as the album will launch next month. This is my first gig with the label and I want to show everyone that I am the right person for the job.
I pop my head out from behind the black curtain, looking at the hundreds of fans, media, and industry people waiting for the boys to step out onto the stage.
“Wow what a great atmosphere,” Isla comments as she pops her head out as well. She’s Oscar’s, Dirty Texas bass player, younger sister and also the band’s assistant. I wasn’t sure if I was going to like Isla at first. She was pretty standoffish as this blonde, Scandinavian, ice princess. When she realized I was more interested in doing my job than banging the band members, she thawed toward me.
“I am so fucking ne
rvous,” I confess.
“You’ve done so well, Ness, seriously, I know the boys are happy. They may not show it all the time because they are male but they can see all the hard work you have put into tonight. They appreciate it,” she encourages, giving my arm a squeeze.
I take a deep breath before I reply, “I guess we better get this show on the road otherwise those fans out there are going to riot and that’s going to be a PR nightmare.”
We both laugh as we head back toward the dressing rooms where the boys are getting ready.
Isla opens the door and the boys look up from their pre-show rituals. Having the full attention of the Dirty Texas boys still awes me. Five of the most gorgeous men on the planet, according to Cosmopolitan magazine, can make the best of us giddy like a school girl. My eyes automatically land on Christian as we enter the room. They always do. Of course he looks every inch the hot rock star, in his black jeans, Chucks, a grey tee pulled tight across his chest, and a flannel shirt wrapped around his waist. His hair is pulled up in his trademark man bun. I hate that after all this time his presence still affects me. I hate how the smallest of touches can still set my body on fire, as if my body remembers every single one of his previous touches. I hate that I have to watch him pick up groupies and pretend that it doesn’t affect me, all because I told him we should be friends. I told him we needed to remain professional. It kills me having to keep my distance. When I watch him on stage in his element, he looks like a god, his brown hair dripping with sweat, the satisfied look he gets on his face as the screaming crowd call out his name. Those strong arms holding his guitar, nimble fingers working their way across the strings so easily reminding me of the way they worked me over and over again.
“Ness, Ness.” Isla elbows me in the side. Shit, I totally spaced out thinking about Christian again. The bastard gives me a smirk as if he can read my mind. I notice he adjusts himself with his hand like he too was thinking the exact same things. Pull it together, Ness, this is a big night don’t get distracted by the hot rock star.
“Sorry, so many things on my mind.” I try to cover my dirty thoughts.
Christian coughs at my statement.
I give him a glare before I launch into what is happening tonight. I let the boys know who will be here, what is going to happen after the concert and give them the details for the after party at the club next door. Before we know it it’s show time.
***
“Morning, princess.” I swear I hear Christian’s deep timbered voice as a face nuzzles into me. A wet tongue starts licking a path down my neck sending goosebumps over my body. It’s been a while since I have had someone in my bed and this dream is the most action I have had in a long time. I picture a body pressed against my naked back, their arousal pressing against my bottom. I push back against it, feeling it slide through the crack of my ass cheeks, teasing me. Large arms wrap around my naked body. I picture them with colorful tattoos, just like the ones Christian has. Calloused fingers find my aroused nipples, slowly playing with them, each hard tug awakening my body. That felt so real. Where the hell am I?
I ignore that question, because what he’s doing feels too good. I need to come. If the only way I can do that is via a wet dream, then so be it. The same calloused hand moves between my legs, teasing my folds as they slip through my wetness. A tiny whimper falls from my lips.
“Fuck, I love how you’re always so ready for me.”
Christian’s Texan accent is like an aphrodisiac. A finger slips inside of me, making me arch my back in pleasure. Then another joins it as they start to pump into me. A large thumb sweeps across my clit, sending goosebumps over my body. Yes, I can feel my body come alive. The tingles start and dance over me, I push harder against the calloused thumb needing that extra pressure against my aching clit. I am so close, so close, and then the hand disappears. “No.” I hear myself groan.
“Don’t worry, angel, you’ll be full again soon,” the voice whispers as a hard cock nudges me from behind, a hand pulls one of my legs open, so the cock can tease me back and forth through my slickness. Yes, this is what I need.
“Fuck me,” I beg. It’s my dream and I can beg if I want to.
“I’ve missed this so much.” I imagine Christian’s murmur against my back. It feels so real, his teeth sink into my bare shoulder, the tiny bite of pain mixed in with the intoxicating pleasure of his cock. It enters me, stretching me, filling me.
Yes, yes, yes.
A hand holds my hip as they start to buck, over and over again, fingers twisting my nipple with each hard thrust into me. Yes, dream sex is the best. The fucking best. My whole body is tingling, this is going to be one hell of an orgasm, I can feel it making its way over my body. Suddenly, I am rolled onto my stomach, my face planted into the soft bed. A large body is hovering over me, kicking my legs open wider starting a hard assault into me, over and over again. Each thrust against the bed sheet is rubbing at my aching clit. Harder and harder he pumps into me. I can hear his desperate moans as he fucks me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I scream, as the friction and the thrusting pushes me over the edge and I come. Best orgasm of my life. Thank God I am already lying down otherwise I would have collapsed; my whole body feels like it is floating on a cloud. He continues to fuck me through my orgasm, and moments later I feel him come inside of me. I can feel his slickness between my legs. What the fuck? That felt real, too real. Hot lips travel down my spine with feather light kisses.
“Fuck, Ness, you’re perfect.” Christian’s voice floats over the room.
I shake my head because I need to get him out of it.
“Ness, you okay?” the voice asks.
Then reality comes crashing down around me, I can feel his heaviness against me. This is real, this wasn’t a dream.
“Get off me,” I scream, trying to push him away from me.
Christian rolls off of me. “Ness?”
I pull the sheets up around me and I can feel wetness between my legs, I can’t meet his eyes. I thought this was a dream.
“Ness, look at me damn it,” Christian growls.
Slowly I open my eyes. Two whiskey colored ones are staring back at me.
“This shouldn’t have happened,” I whisper.
“I didn’t see you saying no.” His face looks serious and his voice has a slight angry tone to it.
“That’s because I thought I was dreaming,” I blurt out.
Christian looks stunned. “So you didn’t want to fuck me?” His tone sounds a little hurt.
“No…I mean, yes…far out I don’t know. I didn’t think this was real,” is all I can manage to say.
“I thought you wanted me?” he questions, sounding a little vulnerable.
I’m silent because there is nothing to say, of course I want him, he knows how to give me the most amazing orgasms. But I promised myself that I would never mix business and pleasure together, not after everything that had happened to me in London. I learnt my lesson the hard way. A small trickle slides down my leg, shit!
“You forgot protection,” I yell, realizing what it is. I pick up my pillow and throw it at him, before jumping off the bed.
“Fuck, Ness,” he mutters, while running his hands through his hair. “I just—”
The rest of his sentence is cut off as I slam the bathroom door and jump into the shower.
Christian bangs on the bathroom door. “Ness, open up. Please!” he yells.
I ignore him as I try and wash him from my skin.
“Please, Ness. Open up. You’re killing me with your silence.”
I can hear the anguish in his voice. Grabbing one of the fluffy white towels, I wrap it around myself. Christian almost falls on top of me as I swing open the bathroom door.
“Just talk to me,” he begs.
“There’s nothing to say.” I move passed him as I look for my clothes from last night to get dressed in. I can’t believe I now have to do the walk of shame. The rest of the boys better not be awake. He watches as I get dre
ssed, he is still naked and my eyes are distracted by his freely swinging cock. It makes me mad all over again. “Please put some clothes on!” I yell at him.
Christian freezes for a moment before pulling on some red boxer briefs. “That better?”
Ugh, I hate his face at this moment.
“I have to go.” I head toward the hotel door.
“Ness, please, can we talk about this? I’m sorry, I thought after last night that you wanted another round. That the reason you were still in my bed is because you wanted me.”
Last night’s antics hit me. It was the after party, Christian had a million and one groupies all over him and he was loving it and why shouldn’t he. They played amazingly, he deserved to bask in his own glory. But I didn’t need to watch it, Isla and I kind of got wasted. She confessed that she had a big crush on Finn and seeing him with the groupies all the time messes her up. We found a group of hot guys and before we knew it both of us were making out with some of them. I had come back from the bathroom and Isla had disappeared with one of the guys and my guy was waiting for me, he asked me if I wanted to get out of there and I did. He took my hand and we made our way toward the exit, that was until Christian stopped us. Things are still fuzzy but he basically told the guy to fuck off, that he was taking me home, that I had drunk too much. For some reason I didn’t argue, I just followed his lead. It was a silent journey back to the hotel. He ended up carrying me as I stumbled in my heels. Sammy asked if I needed anything and I just waved his concern away. I started singing Britney Spears ‘Toxic’, which made Sammy laugh. He said his goodbyes and went back to the club to the rest of the guys. Next thing I know I am throwing myself at Christian, he was fending me off, telling me I was drunk. But I ignored him and told him how much I wanted him, then just like that we were fucking like rabbits.
