Wardrobe Malfunction

by Samantha Towle

  I’m in bed with Vaughn West!

  Holy fuck!

  Vaughn West!

  He was inside me last night. A lot.

  We had sex three times, and I had countless orgasms until we passed out.

  I had sex with Vaughn West.

  I have to stifle a giggle.

  I stretch out my deliciously sore limbs. The kind of soreness that only comes from great sex. Amazing sex.

  I turn over and reach my hand out to my cell on the nightstand to check the time.

  Twenty-five past seven. I have to be on set at nine. My alarm is set to go off soon. I turn it off, so it won’t wake Vaughn.

  Then, my bladder screams at me.

  Easing out of bed so as not to wake him, I grab the nearest item of clothing near me, which happens to be Vaughn’s sweater, and I pull it on.

  It smells of him. I lift the collar to my nose and inhale. His scent elicits memories of last night, and my stomach clenches.

  And then I realize what a creeper I must look like right now, smelling Vaughn’s clothes.

  I chance a look at him to make sure he’s still sleeping. Then, cell phone in hand, I go to the bathroom.

  I glance back at Vaughn before I go inside.

  Vaughn West is in my bed.

  Holy sweet mother of Jesus.

  I quietly close the door behind me, locking it.

  I pee and then wash my hands. Then, I decide to brush my teeth. Teeth squeaky clean, I rinse with mouthwash.

  I decide to call Nick.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” he answers cheerily.

  “Hey,” I whisper.

  “Why are you whispering?” he mock whispers back.

  “Because I’m in the bathroom.”

  “And the acoustics are bad in there?”

  “No, smart-ass. I’m whispering because Vaughn West is sleeping twenty feet away in my hotel bed.”

  There’s a marked silence.

  And then, “Holy fuck.”

  “Right?” I giggle quietly.

  “You had sex with him?”

  “Three times.” I smile wide.

  “Charlotte Michaels…this is the one and only time that I will ever say this to you, but…I hate you.”

  “Hey!” I call out and then quickly cover my mouth.

  “Just kidding. You know I love you. And I totally knew he’d go for you.”

  “You did not.” I laugh.

  “Yep. I called it. Remember at our apartment, I said you should get it on with him?”

  “That’s not calling it.”

  “Um, I think you’ll find it is. And I expect your first kid to be named after me.”

  “Jesus, Nick, we just had sex. We’re not getting married.”

  Nick laughs. “Well, not yet, you aren’t. But give it time.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “It means, I know how easy it is to fall in love with you. He’ll be a goner in no time.” His voice has softened, and a lump triggers in my throat.

  When Nick says lovely stuff like that to me…I can’t express what it means to me. I’ve never been good at expressing my emotions. But just to know I’m loved by someone…it means everything.

  “Are you crying?”

  “Of course I’m not. I don’t cry, remember?”

  “Yeah, I know. Chandler Bing.” He chuckles. There’s a beat of silence, and then he says, “So, Vaughn West…”

  “Yeah.” I let out a dreamy sigh.

  “I have to ask—”

  “Big. Thick. Huge,” I cut him off, knowing exactly what he was going to ask.

  “Lucky bitch.”

  “I know.”

  I hear movement in my room. “I’d better go,” I whisper. “And I know you won’t say anything, but I have to ask—”

  “I’ll keep it to myself. You know I will. Anyway, you and Vaughn…it’d be in the papers. They could find out…”

  “I know.” I pause. Then, I say, “I love ya.”

  “Love ya, too. Family forever, right?”

  “Family forever.” I hang up and leave my cell on the bathroom counter.

  Then, I open the bathroom door and head back into my room.

  Vaughn’s awake.

  He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, the sheet covering his lap.

  “Hi,” I say, feeling suddenly shy.

  “You’re wearing my sweater.”

  I curl my fingers into the hem of it. “It was the closest thing on the floor that I could grab to put on.”

  “I like you in it. Although I’d prefer it much more if you were wearing nothing. Come here.” He beckons to me.

  I pad toward him, stopping between his open legs. His hands go to the backs of my thighs, sliding upward, and stop just under my ass.

  I thread my fingers into his hair. He looks up at me. Those stunning eyes of his are sparkling with lust. My tummy flutters.

  He grabs my ass in his hands and lifts me, bringing me on top of him so that I’m straddling his lap. He’s already hard beneath me.

  We’re nose-to-nose. I stare into his eyes.

  “Hi.” He smiles.

  “Hi yourself.”

  He slides his nose along the side of mine and brings his lips to rest on mine.

  Then, he kisses me, tongue slipping into my mouth, as his hands grip ahold of my waist.

  “You taste good in the morning,” he murmurs.

  “The power of toothpaste.” I smile against his lips.

  “Yeah, it’s like magic, that stuff.”

  I chuckle at his humor and kiss him back. I graze my teeth over his lower lip and then swipe my tongue over it. He catches hold of my tongue and sucks on it, making me moan and squirm on his lap.

  I feel everything when I’m with him like this.

  Every touch from him, I feel in every part of my body. I don’t know how he does it, but it’s amazing, and I love it.

  His hands start creeping up my back, taking his sweater with it.

  “I need to get in the shower and get ready for work,” I tell him.

  I can’t believe I’m pulling the brakes on having sex with him. But I really do need to get ready for work.

  “Yeah, I should get ready, too. I need to be in the studio in an hour.”

  “You can shower first if you want,” I offer.

  He gives me a bemused look. “We’ll shower together, Pins.”

  “We don’t have time to shower together.”

  “And why will showering together take longer?”

  “Because we’ll more than likely end up having sex.”

  “Hey, nympho. You might have a one-track mind, but I was thinking of time efficiency and also of the environment when I suggested showering together.”

  “Is that so?” I raise a brow at him, my lips fighting a smile.

  “Yeah. Save water. I do care about the environment, you know. I’m not just a hot face and body.”

  I can’t help it; laughter sputters out of me.

  “You are priceless!” I climb off his lap. I hold a hand out to him. “Come on then, Mr. Environmentally Friendly. Let’s go save the planet and shower together.”

  “I still prefer Makes Me Wet West, just so you know.”

  “Jerk.” I laugh as he gets to his feet, taking hold of my hand.

  The sheet slips away, and I’m treated to a view of naked Vaughn again.

  Nice.

  We walk to the bathroom, hand in hand. I let go to turn on the shower to warm it up, as this shower takes ages to get hot.

  Realizing that Vaughn doesn’t have a toothbrush, I offer him mine. “You wanna use my toothbrush? I don’t have cooties.”

  He smiles and takes it from me. “Thanks.” He rinses it under the faucet and puts some toothpaste on before he starts brushing his teeth.

  Vaughn West is using my toothbrush. He has my toothbrush in his mouth. And he’s had that mouth elsewhere, too. On some pretty awesome places, doing epic things with his tongue.

  I know I sound
like a teenage fangirl, but it’s hard not to have those what-the-fuck moments every now and then.

  “Pins, you’re staring, and you have a weird look on your face.”

  “What?” I come to, realizing that I’ve actually been staring at him in the mirror while he’s been brushing his teeth.

  “Sorry,” I mutter.

  He chuckles softly.

  I grab one of my hair ties off the bathroom counter and tie my hair up into a messy bun. I peel off Vaughn’s sweater and hang it on the hook on the back of the door. Then, I grab my shower cap and put it on because it’s not hair-wash day today.

  I test the shower with my hand to see if it’s ready.

  Perfect temperature.

  I climb in, getting under the spray.

  “Um…what the fuck is that?”

  “What?” I turn to him getting in behind me.

  I move to the side to give him space under the water.

  “This.” He tugs on my shower cap.

  “It’s a shower cap,” I say slowly. “My hair doesn’t need washing, so I use this to keep it dry.”

  And then I realize that I’m in the shower with Vaughn West, and I have a fucking shower cap on my head.

  God, I’m so lame.

  “Yeah, Pins, I got that it was a shower cap, but is it supposed to be”—he peers closer—“a crown?”

  I die a little inside.

  “Uh…yeah. It’s my Queen of the Shower cap,” I mutter quietly.

  Why did I tell him that? God, I’m a fucking moron.

  I blame Nick. He bought it for me.

  “It’s, uh…pretty.”

  He’s fighting laughter. I can see it in the tightness of his eyes and the pinch of his mouth.

  Bastard.

  He picks up my shower gel and flips up the cap. “So, can you get King of the Shower caps, too?”

  “Ugh.” I roll my eyes and take the shower gel from him.

  “What? I’m being serious. I was thinking we could get matching ones.”

  “You’re such an asshole.” I shove him.

  “Aw, Pins! I’m just playing.” He catches my chin with his hand. “You’re pretty…and sexy and hot. So hot.”

  His eyes darken, and his breathing changes. So has my own.

  “Even with the shower cap crown?”

  He grazes his teeth over his lower lip. “Even with the shower cap crown. No one but you could pull it off.”

  “Now, I know you’re taking the piss.” I pull my face from his hand.

  “I’m serious. You look hot as fuck.” His hands grab my waist, and he yanks me closer, my stomach pressing to his hips.

  Oh. He’s hard.

  “Yeah”—his eyes glitter down at me—“this is all you. You could wear a trash bag, and I’d be hard for you. I’ve been hard since the day I met you.”

  Oh, wow.

  I turn him on even when I’m wearing a ridiculous shower cap. Go me!

  “So, now that you’ve made me hard with your sexy shower cap crown, I think it’s only fair you service your King, Princess.”

  “Queen. Get it right. And I don’t see you wearing a crown. Real royalty outranks Hollywood royalty. So, get down on your knees, King of Hollywood.” I smirk, totally teasing him.

  His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip, his eyes flaring with something hot and dirty, making my thighs clench.

  “As you wish, my Queen.” Then, he drops to his knees, lifts my leg, hooks it over his shoulder, and puts his mouth on me.

  “God,” I moan, dropping the shower gel, my hands going straight to his head.

  “King, baby, and don’t you forget it. And, if you’re a really good girl, after I make you come with my mouth, I’ll let you sit on my throne.” He flashes me a grin and then puts his mouth back on me.

  Cocky bastard.

  But he can be because he’s that good.

  And the King of Hollywood spends the next thirty minutes making me come with his mouth and then fucking me from behind like I’m a whore, but the whole time, he still manages to make me feel like a queen.

  Vaughn

  I watch Charly as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror above the dresser. I love the colors in her hair. So different. So her.

  She’s wearing this white sweater that stops halfway down her thighs. I think it’s supposed to be a dress. But the killer is the boots…black and over the knees…destined to be wrapped around my waist.

  God, she’s so fucking sexy. I want her again already, and I only just had her.

  She finishes up with brushing her hair and puts the brush in her bag. “Right. I’m ready.” She turns to me, swinging her bag over her shoulder, the ton of bangles on her wrist clanging together. “Do you want me to leave first? Or you?”

  My brows draw together. “Um, neither. We’re going together. I texted Aiden. He’s on his way to pick us up and take us to the studio. Alex is bringing me some fresh clothes from the hotel, so I’ll get changed when we get there.”

  “Um”—her eyes practically bug out of her head—“Aiden knows where you’ve been? And Alex, too?”

  “Yeah.” I give an easy laugh. “How do you think I got here last night? And how do you think I knew which room you were in? Aiden brought me, told me your room number. And of course Alex knows where I am. He’s my PA.”

  “I thought you didn’t want people knowing about this.” She gestures a hand between us.

  “I don’t,” I say softly, still feeling like a monumental dick that I’m hiding her like I’m ashamed of her when it couldn’t be further from the truth. “But they’re my inner circle, Pins. They work for me. I can’t not tell them where I am. And I trust them. They’ve both been with me for years.”

  “Okay,” she says easily. “But I can’t drive in with you.”

  “Why not?” I frown.

  She rubs her forehead with her fingers and pins me with a look. “Because nothing says we’re fucking like your driver bringing me to the set.”

  Okay, she makes a good point.

  “How do you normally get to the set?” I ask.

  “I walk.”

  “You walk?” I say, aghast, not feeling particularly great about that.

  “Yeah, I was born with those amazing things called legs. I use them every day to get there.”

  “Funny. You could get mugged, Pins.”

  “It’s broad daylight, West. And it’s only two blocks away.”

  “It’s Hollywood.”

  “Yeah, the land of dreams.” She gives me jazz hands.

  I laugh. It’s impossible not to laugh at her.

  “You’re crazy. And I think you mean, the land of opportunists. Just because it’s Hollywood doesn’t mean it’s glamorous, Pins. West Hollywood has the highest crime rate in the nation. Rape, murder, robbery.” I tick off on my fingers.

  “Okay, Mr. Statistics, take it easy.” She holds her hands up. “I live in New York. I do know how to take care of myself.”

  “I don’t care. You’re not walking around here alone again. And, hang on, you live in New York?” I didn’t know that, which is weird, considering I spent most of last night and this morning inside her.

  “I do.”

  “City girl, huh?” I grin, liking the idea for some reason.

  “What’s with the grin?” she asks, suspiciously eyeing me.

  “Nothing.” I shrug, still smiling as I walk toward her. “You living in the city is just kinda hot, is all.”

  “Seriously? I’m starting to think that you find most things hot.”

  Reaching her, I slide my hands around her tiny waist. “When it comes to you, that’s true.”

  I kiss her glossy pink lips. They taste like strawberries.

  When I pull back, her eyes are all soft—just like I like her.

  “So, where’s home for you?” she asks me, fingers curling into the collar of my sweater, which now smells like her. I also like that a lot.

  “Oregon.”

  “Oregon?”

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sp; “Yeah. Why do you look so surprised?”

  “I just figured all you celebs lived in the Hills. So, why Oregon?”

  “Because that’s where my house is.”

  “Funny.” She lightly jabs me in the arm.

  “Hey! Careful with the merchandise. This makes me my living.” I gesture to my body, playing with her.

  She rolls her eyes, and I just have to kiss her again.

  “Oregon is home. I grew up there,” I tell her.

  “Sounds nice.” She smiles.

  “It is. So, what was it like, growing up in New York?”

  Her eyes change, hardening, and her body tenses in my arms. “I didn’t grow up in New York. I moved there when I was eighteen.”

  “Okay. So, where is home?”

  “New York is home.” She looks past me. “But I grew up in Philadelphia.”

  Okay…

  So, I’m taking it, home wasn’t the best place for her.

  And that pisses me off, making my gut tighten.

  “Is your family still back in Philly?” I ask carefully.

  She shakes her head. “I was raised by my grandma, and she died when I was thirteen. I went into foster care. My foster parents weren’t bad people, but they didn’t give a shit either. They were just in it for the money. They had a bunch of us kids living with them. So, when I turned eighteen, I was out of there. I applied to an art college in New York; it was where I had always wanted to go. I got accepted and moved there. Then, I met Nick.”

  She smiles fondly, and jealousy lances through me.

  “Nick?”

  “He’s my best friend,” she says. “He’s my family. We have an apartment together.”

  “Okay, so not to sound like a jerk…but Nick…have you and he ever…”

  She laughs. “No. For one, I’m not his type. You are.”

  Ah.

  “And, even if he were straight…I don’t see him like that. He’s like my brother.”

  “Good.” I move my hands to her ass and squeeze, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. “So, what about your parents?” I ask.

  Then, I wish I hadn’t because she freezes in my arms.

  I lean back, looking her in the face.

  “My mother died when I was two. She was murdered…by my father.”

  “Jesus, Charly.”

  She shrugs her shoulders like it doesn’t hurt her, but I can tell it does. Of course it would.

  “Shit happens, right? And it’s not like I remember her. Or my father. He’s still in prison. He will be for the rest of his life. After my mother died, I went to live with my grandma. She was the only living relative I had. She did her best, but she was old. I think it was hard for her, seeing me every day. I look a lot like my mother. She never hurt me. I was always well cared for, but she wasn’t exactly the loving type.”