“This is not an outfit, Mr. Black.” She was practically beside herself.
“It’s whatever I fucking say it is and this is what pleases me. So put the damn thing on.”
I’d startled her with my sharp words.
“It pleases you? That’s your reasoning? Well, coconut cream pie pleases me, but you don’t see me trying to wear it, do you?”
Standing, I stalked toward her. “First of all, I love coconut cream pie. Seeing you wear it would please me greatly since I could eat it off of you. Secondly, that smart mouth of yours has struck again. You have only yourself to blame for your next task.”
“What next task?” she looked startled.
Good. Let her sweat.
Reaching around, I grabbed the bag and handed it to her. She hesitated and I shook it until she finally took it from me.
“The bathroom is through there.” I leaned against my desk and folded my arms over my chest until she finally turned and walked toward the bathroom.
“Oh, and Jessica?”
She stopped, but didn’t respond.
“Lose the bra and panties.”
Her back stiffened, but she continued to the bathroom and shut the door. Seconds later, her voice drifted from the other room.
“Are you going to tell me why I have to wear this and what exactly I’ll be doing?”
“I will as soon as you get your ass out here.”
After a few minutes, the door opened slowly, but no Jessica appeared.
“I’m waiting… and I bet you could guess how much I fucking hate to wait.”
I heard her sigh and then she was walking toward me. The outfit fit her exactly as I hoped it would. Actually, it was better than I imagined.
The black pin-striped skirt rode her thighs high and when she moved, I got a peek at the smooth pink folds between her legs. The jacket was tight over her breasts and with only one button, I could almost see her beautiful nipples.
The mere fucking sight of her nearly made me want to push her up against the wall and fuck five orgasms out of her.
“Come here,” I commanded. She moved slowly to stand in front of me. “Turn around.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but I flashed her a look and her mouth shut with a snap.
Telling her to turn around was a very fucking bad idea on my part. I had to control the urge to bend her over the chair.
“I’m here. Are you going to tell me what I need to do now?”
“For now, you’re my assistant. You’re going to cater to my every want, my every… need.” I ran the backs of my fingers over her exposed ass cheek and she let out a small gasp.
Taking a step forward, I slipped my hand between her silky thighs and she moaned.
“Sebastian.”
Twisting my hands, I pinched her clit, and she cried out.
“Mr. Black,” I corrected her. “When you’re in this outfit… I’m Mr. Black.”
I could see her shoulders tightening up.
“You made your choice, Jessica, and if you let yourself, you’ll enjoy our arrangement quite nicely.”
“Before or after you groom me?”
I flipped her around and leaned forward. “Before, during, and after. I promise you, sweetheart.”
A flame of arousal danced inside of her eyes and I knew I had her.
“Follow me.” I strode over to my chair and sat down.
She was hesitant, but she made her way around my desk until she was standing next to me. As much as her innocence was a turn on for me, I wanted to see the seductive side of her.
“In order to please me, you need to know what I like.”
She swallowed. “What do you like?”
Grabbing her roughly by the hips, I pulled her directly in front of me and pushed her legs open, fitting my thighs between them. She gripped the edge of the desk.
“I like to look,” I said, lifting my eyes toward her.
I knew the instant she understood what I meant. She almost looked ready to flee, but there was that spark again.
“Show me.”
She slowly lifted herself onto my desk, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. I didn’t look away from her as she opened her legs, putting a foot on either side of my chair.
“Do you like what you see, Mr. Black?” She asked tentatively.
My eyes dropped and I groaned to myself, I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in the softness between her legs.
“Yes, I do. Very much. Do you know what else I like?”
“What?”
Meeting her stare again, “My coffee. Black.”
THE NEXT MORNING I WOKE with the sun. A coffee in hand, I stood at the massive set of windows and watched the world come alive. Memories from the night before and how I’d spent it filing papers and doing secretary work in the smallest clothes known to man, made me laugh. I should have been mad, but I couldn’t help it. Sebastian really was a crazy freak, and I guess I was one, too, because I was kind of enjoying our little games.
An hour later, I walked Kyle to the lobby where we were met by Mr. Martin. When I got back to the room, I cried in the shower. It was the strangest thing to cry when things were sort of looking up, but I cried for Kyle, for Gran, for my parents—I sobbed loudly over life in general, which was so unbalanced. Things could change at the drop of a hat. Thanks to Sebastian, life was getting easier—more confusing, but easier.
Then again, Sebastian was just another thing in my life that wasn’t permanent. Not to mention, he was all over the place. I wasn’t sure I understood him, but I knew I’d gotten myself mixed into something crazy. After a life that was pretty boring and spent taking care of others, maybe crazy was what I needed.
When I was done, I turned off the shower, pulled back the curtain, only to find new clothes and a thick luxurious towel waiting in the bathroom for me.
Quickly, I dried my body and instead of dressing in the clothes, I threw the complimentary robe on. I didn’t know who was in the room with me, but I wasn’t going to sit around in the bathroom scared to find out.
I crept into the living space of the hotel and found Sebastian. He’d forgone his typical suit for a pair of jeans and a collar shirt that clung to his thick chest and arms. He was standing in the middle of the room, slinging a set of keys around his finger. Staring at the view of the city, his hair was messy and held a pair of sunglasses. He looked delicious.
Once he realized I was staring at him, he turned his gorgeous blue eyes on me.
The air left my body. “What are you doing here?” I asked.
The side of his mouth lifted, showing off his sexy set of dimples. “The room’s in my name and I paid for it.”
He stalked toward me and I was suddenly aware of how awful I must have looked. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe he wouldn’t want to have sex with me at that exact moment.
I reached up and touched a strand of soaking wet hair. “I know I must look…”
“Absolutely fucking sexy.”
He ran his hand down my cheek and grinned down at me. “There are droplets of water covering the skin I can see. I’d like to lick them from your body.”
I shivered and pulled the robe around me tighter.
“But first, I want to know why you’re crying.” He pinched my chin roughly like he had the day before, and exhilaration ran through me. “Sexy lips like these should never wear a frown.”
I wanted him to kiss me hard, but he pulled away, releasing my chin.
He spoke and looked at me like we’d known each other for years. It wasn’t terrible. It made me feel an odd sense of security that I hadn’t felt since Gran was alive.
“It’s nothing,” I said.
“I think I know what’s bothering you. Get dressed,” he said sternly. “I want to show you something.” He turned me toward the bathroom and patted my butt.
I picked out my nicest bra and panty set, and dressed quickly in the clothes he brought for me. The tags were still on them and I almost died whe
n I saw that the pants alone were more than two hundred dollars. I quit looking from that point on. The shirt he bought fit perfectly and the green color of it looked nice with my red hair.
I brushed my teeth, ran a brush through my wet locks, and looked at myself in the stand-up mirror in the corner. Sebastian had really nice taste in clothing.
I went back into the living space and his eyes moved down my body like a seductive touch.
“You look amazing,” he pulled his shades down over his eyes and started toward me.
“Thanks,” I responded.
He held his hand out for me to proceed him onto the elevator, and then he got on, pushing the button to take us to the lobby.
His car was nice. No, it was beyond nice. It was a black Jaguar—sleek and sexy, just like him. He opened the door for me and I slid in. The rich leather hugged my bottom with love, and I melted into the comfort. He went around the car, took the keys from the valet, and slid in next to me.
He drove like a madman, flying past cars on one-way streets and running yellow lights as if they were green. My fingers dug into the door grip like it would keep me safe, and he chuckled at my side. He parked in front of a nice building. The brick outside was white and set with gold trimming.
There was a gorgeous archway that went into the front and glass doors with a doorman parked out front nodding nicely to the people that passed.
“Come on, beautiful,” he said, tossing his keys to the valet.
I followed behind him to an elevator. We waited for the door to open and warmth moved up my spine when he placed a hand on the small of my back as we waited for the elevator.
The elevator opened into a room. It was furnished nicely with feminine décor and again had a wall of windows that showed New York City outside.
He grinned down at me before he stepped off of the elevator and pulled me along with him. I took the room in—a sleek condo with expensive furnishings that were definitely decorated by a professional. I tried to figure out where we were, and then I started to see familiar pieces placed around the room. Pictures from Gran’s living room were on the wall and frames full of Kyle’s smiles were sitting on a table to the side.
I gasped. “Is this…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
“It’s yours.”
With a gapped mouth and eyes wide with shock, I made a circle in the room. I could hardly believe my eyes.
“But my things. How did you…” I felt the tears sting the back of my eyes.
“Vick. She took care of everything. Apparently, your friend that works at the club will tell anything for a few bucks.”
I turned back to him with wide eyes. No one had ever done anything so amazing for me before. Everything that I’d stored in Trish’s parents’ garage was there.
There were so many things I wanted to say to him, but nothing felt good enough. Instead, I went to him and threw my arms around his neck. He tensed and stood there without hugging me back.
“Whoa,” he chuckled, setting me away from him.
I pulled back and smiled up at him. “I have no words. Thank you, Sebastian. I’ll pay you back. I’ll…”
He held his hand up to silence me. “No worries. I’ll collect payment very soon.”
His eyes devoured my mouth and I swallowed hard.
“Let’s take a look at the rest of the place,” he said, turning his back to me and walking away.
The place was magnificent—no expense spared. It was huge, more than I knew what to do with, but I knew it wasn’t permanent. This thing that was happening with Sebastian was just starting, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think it would last forever. For Kyle, and secretly for me too, I’d do this. But I had to have a back-up plan.
Sebastian took me back to the hotel, and didn’t stay. Business meetings were taking him away and the strange part was, I felt sad he was leaving. I was beginning to feel safe with him and that wasn’t good. He was the opposite of safe. He was dangerous. Especially since he made me feel things physically I’d never felt before.
I packed all of our belongings, and went down to meet Kyle in the lobby after school.
“So we have a place now.” My smile hurt my cheeks it was so big.
Pulling him into my side as we walked back to the elevator, I ruffled his hair.
“That’s great. When do we move in?” he asked.
“Right now. Everything’s already in place. All of our things are there. It’s perfect, Kyle.”
“But how?”
“A friend of mine is helping us out until I get on my feet.”
“Pretty nice friend,” he shrugged.
Thankfully, the subject was dropped and once we got to our place and he saw how fabulous it was, I didn’t think he cared about the hows or whys.
That night I slept in my bed, in a secure place, surrounded by all my things. My hair was damp from soaking in a hot bath all night and my body felt more relaxed than it had in years.
“DO THESE JEANS MAKE MY ass look fat?” Trish asked. She was turning in the mirror, trying to see her back.
“No,” I said absently, staring out of the store into the rest of the Manhattan mall.
Women wrapped in expensive everything and carrying purses with pooches inside, chatted as they walked by.
A girl’s day with Trish was exactly what I needed. Anything that got my mind off of the crazy mess my life was becoming.
“Fuck. I guess I’ll get a smaller size then.”
She stripped down not caring who saw her in just her panties. It was then I realized what she’d said.
“Wait. Are you saying you want a pair of jeans to make your ass look fat?” I asked confused.
“Yes. My ass is flat. I need something to perk it up.” She reached down, grabbing her bottom and lifted it.
“Oh my God, Trish. You’re so deranged.”
Eleven pairs of jeans later, and she finally found a pair that she was happy with.
Next, we stopped at yet another clothing store, where I sat for another hour and watched her try on clothes. Anything was better than sitting at the condo watching TV all day.
“Oh my God, you should try this on.” Trish said from my side. “This would look amazing on you with your red hair.”
I looked over to find her holding up green top. It was beautiful with a scoop neckline.
“I don’t have the money to buy any new clothes right now,” I giggled.
“Oh come on. You have to at least try it on.” Shoving it into my arms, she pushed me into the dressing room.
I sighed loudly, before pulling my T-shirt over my head and slipping the green shirt on. The fabric felt like butter and it fit perfectly. I turned in the mirror admiring how nice it looked on me. Grabbing the tag that was dangling from the arm, I looked down at the expensive price tag.
“Come out. Let me see what it looks like,” Trish called out on the other side of the door.
Opening the door, I stepped out and adjusted the shirt.
“See? I told you it would look amazing on you. Do you love it?”
I smiled and made a tiny turn. “I think I do.”
After promising Trish I’d save and buy the shirt another day, we finally left the store and headed to the food court.
“So what exactly happened at Clive’s?” she asked, sucking at her Starbucks cup.
The food court around us bustled with laughter and voices. I reached down and plucked at a fry on my tray.
“Nothing really,” I shrugged.
Trish tilted her head to the side and looked at me like I was full of it, which I totally was.
“Don’t give me that shit. Stacy, the pretty waitress with the nose ring, said she saw Sebastian talking to you personally. He never does that.” She took another sip. “So what did he say?”
I debated whether or not telling her was a good idea. I’d known Trish a while and never had she been one to tell secrets. But then again, I’d never really had any juicy secrets to tell. She worked at Clive’s and she wa
s bound to let it slip at some point. The thought of it getting back to Sebastian that I was talking about him didn’t scare me, but it wasn’t something I wanted to happen.
“Really. Nothing happened. He just told me nicely that the job wasn’t for me and sent me on my way.” I was lying. I hated lying and it wasn’t something I did often, but it was necessary.
Trish didn’t know where I was staying. She was too caught up in her life to even ask, which was fine by me. Usually I’d be ticked off by her selfish ways, but this time, not so much.
“He’s fucking sexy isn’t he?”
“Who?” I asked.
“Sebastian, the owner of Clive’s.”
“Oh. Yeah I guess he’s okay,” I shrugged.
Another lie.
“You guess?” She reached out and playfully laid her hand on my forehead like she was checking my temperature. I laughed and smacked her hand away. “Seriously, Roz, you’re either delirious from a burning fever, totally blind, or into sucking clit if you don’t see how unbelievably hot that man is.”
“Oh my God, you did not just say that?” I put my head down when I noticed the lady next to her looking at us with an appalled expression.
“Yes, I did. And just so you know, I’d love you if you were any of those.” She stole a fry from my tray and tossed it into her mouth. “Sexy or not, he’s a total knob slobber.”
“What’s a knob slobber?” I asked.
“Oh come on, Roz. As in, he slobs on knobs.” She made the motion with her hand and mouth like she was going down on a guy.
At that point, the lady next to us got up and moved. Poor lady.
However, Trish’s words did get my attention. “What makes you think he’s gay?”
“He has to be. He works at this club full of hot bitches, including myself, and never once has he even batted an eyelash at any of them.”
“That doesn’t mean he’s gay,” I defended.
She looked at me like I was crazy, then grabbed her breasts and shook them. “Seriously, look at these. In two years, he would have at least flirted with me once.”
I didn’t say anything else after that. I could have knocked her off her high horse by telling her I knew for a fact Sebastian wasn’t gay, but she was my friend and I’d rather she stay self-confident.
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