Hot Off the Red Carpet (10 page)

“Tripped my ass!” Cindi Adams snarled.

Addison opened her mouth to protest, but the words turned into a startled gasp as the other woman let out a shriek and threw herself at her.  Addison instinctively took a step back, but Trevor stepped between her and the enraged heiress, catching her with a hand on either arm.

“Okay, that’s enough.  Let’s not make a scene,” he said firmly.  “My assistant didn’t mean to spill her drink on you.  She tripped.”

Cindi struggled against his hold, her eyes flashing with anger.  “Like hell she didn’t!  Let go of me so I can show that bitch what happens when someone messes with me!”

Even though Addison knew there was no way the other woman could get past Trevor, she took another involuntary step back anyway.  This was going to get ugly.  She was just wondering if she should get security when Bob showed up with two rent-a cops that had been hired for the event.

Although he kept a firm grip on her, Trevor ignored Cindi Adams’ tirade as he glanced at Bob.  “Do me a favor and see that Cindi’s driver takes her home, would you?”

“My pleasure.”

At Bob’s nod, the two men with him immediately stepped in to take hold of Cindi Adams’ arms, one on either side of her.  That didn’t cool her down, though.  On the contrary, made even more of a spectacle of herself as they escorted her from the room, shouting threats at Addison all the way to the door.

Once the heiress and her two escorts were out of sight, Trevor turned to the other guests, all of whom were still standing in stunned silence.

“Okay, folks,” he said.  “That concludes this evening’s entertainment.  You can go back to enjoying the rest of the party now.”

To Addison’s surprise, the awkward silence that hung over the room disappeared to be replaced by the soft murmur of conversation.  It was if the whole bizarre confrontation between her and Cindi Adams had never happened.

Travis turned to her, his eyes full of concern.  “Are you okay?”

Addison gazed up at him, both touched and a little surprised by the worry she saw on his face.  She half expected him to take her arm and march her upstairs to give her a spanking for purposely spilling her drink on that bimbo.  The thought sent a shiver of excitement running through her.

“Addison?” he prompted when she didn’t say anything.

She felt her face color.  “I’m fine.  Just a little freaked, I guess.  She looked like she wanted to scratch my eyes out.”

His mouth tightened.  “Don’t worry about it.  By tomorrow, she’ll be thrilled that it happened.  Remember, for someone like her, any publicity is good publicity.”

Addison wasn’t so sure about that.  Cindi Adams had seemed really pissed to her.

Trevor regarded her in silence, then let out a sigh.  “Look, why don’t you take a break for a little while?  Go into the kitchen to see if Maribel needs any help with the caterers.”

Addison opened her mouth to tell him she didn’t need a break, but closed it again when she spotted Murray making his way over to them, his face absolutely apoplectic.  On second thought, she could use a break, after all.

She gave Trevor a smile.  “Maybe that’s a good idea.  If you need anything, just yell.”

Turning, she hurried down the hall and into the kitchen, where she found a smiling Maribel waiting for her.

“You saw?” she asked the older woman.

“No, but I heard about it.”  Maribel laughed.  “I wish I’d seen the look on that bimbo’s face.”

Addison’s lips curved.  “It was pretty priceless.  Right up until the moment she tried to scratch my eyes out.”

“Trevor came to her rescue, though.”

Addison turned at the sound of Bob’s voice to see him coming up behind her.  “You were there?”

“I headed for the living room as soon as I heard the sound of raised voices.”  He grinned.  “If you wanted that skank to stop hanging all over Trevor, all you had to do was say the word.  I would have tasered her.”

She blushed.  While she wouldn’t have minded that, she didn’t want Bob to think she was jealous of the woman.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.  I tripped.”

He laughed.  “That’s your story and you’re sticking to it, right?  Wow, maybe you ought to go into acting.”

Maribel made a tsking sound.  “Pay no attention to him, Addison.  Bob, don’t you have security to see to or something?”

When he didn’t move, she made a shooing motion with her hands.  “Go on.  Off with you now.”

“Okay, okay.  I know when I’m not wanted.”  Giving Addison a wink, he turned and left the kitchen.

Addison gave Maribel a sidelong glance, waiting for the woman to comment or worse, elaborate, on what Bob had said.  But instead, the cook merely muttered something about Bob being a terrible tease and went off to talk to one of the caterers.  With a sigh, Addison leaned back against the counter and picked up an hors d’ouerves from the tray beside her.  Regardless of what Maribel said about Bob and his penchant for teasing, she had the feeling the bodyguard knew way too much for his own good.  She hoped he didn’t say anything to Trevor about it.  That would be beyond embarrassing.

Addison hung out in the kitchen until she was sure everyone at the party had forgotten about her confrontation with Cindi Adams before going back into the living room.  The rest of the evening wasn’t nearly as eventful and though Murray glared at her from across the room, he didn’t come over to talk to her, much to Addison’s relief.

By the time the last of the guests left, it was well after two.  Stifling a yawn, Addison checked with Maribel to see if she needed any help in the kitchen.  When the older woman said she didn’t, she went back into the living room to find Trevor talking to Bob in the entryway.  Hoping Bob wasn’t ratting her out, she gave the men a wave and told them to have a good night before hurrying upstairs to her room.

Too tired to bother taking a shower, Addison hung up her dress in the closet and tossed her underwear in the hamper in the bathroom.  She was just getting ready to brush her teeth when there was a knock on the door.  Brow furrowing, she put down her toothbrush and grabbed her short robe from the hook on the wall.  She slipped it on as she walked into the bedroom, then tied the sash around her waist before opening the door.

She blinked in surprise.  “Trevor!”

“Can I come in?”

She stepped back, opening the door wider.  “Of course.”

Addison shut the door after he came in, then turned to give him an apologetic look.  “Sorry I disappeared after the party.  I should have checked to see if you needed anything before I came upstairs.”

He shook his head.  “That’s okay.  I didn’t need anything.  I just wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier before I went to bed.”

Her brow furrowed.  “You mean about what happened with Cindi Adams?”

He nodded.  “You spilled your drink on her on purpose, didn’t you?”

Addison stared at him in stunned silence, unable to believe he’d caught on to her charade.  Dammit.  Well, she wasn’t going to admit anything.

“Of course not,” she said.  “Why would I do something like that.”

He shrugged.  “You tell me.”

She blushed.  Tell him she was jealous of that slut?  Not a chance.  She lifted her chin.  “Look, if you’re going to spank me, let’s just get it over with.”

Addison didn’t know which of them was more surprised by her words.  She couldn’t really say what had made her blurt out such a crazy thing.  Maybe all the erotic fantasies she’d been having the past week.  She stifled a groan.  Well, it was out now.  And if he wanted to spank her, she wasn’t going to complain.

Trevor lifted a brow.  “Spank you?”

She gave him a shrug.  “That is why you came to my room, isn’t it?”

The corner of his mouth edged up.  “Actually, no it isn’t.  But now that you mention it, I probably should spank you.”

Her pulse skipped a beat.  “For tripping and spilling my drink on some bimbo?”

“Bimbo, huh?”  His mouth twitched again.  “I guess that means I was right.  You did do it on purpose.”

Addison opened her mouth to deny it, but Trevor had already taken her hand and was leading her over to the bench at the foot of the bed.  Excitement surged through her.  Although she knew she should protest like she had the other times, she couldn’t make anything come out.  Right then, she didn’t trust herself to speak.

So, she said nothing as Trevor sat down and guided her over his knee.  As he put his hand on the small of her back, it abruptly occurred to her just how short her robe was.  In this position, it rode up the backs of her thighs until it was barely covering her ass.  While her face colored at the thought of Trevor seeing her bare bottom, she couldn’t deny the sexy little thrill it gave her at the same time.

Even though she wanted this spanking, she couldn’t help but tense as she waited for the first smack.  When it came, she let out a gasp as his hand connected sharply with her right cheek.  Then before she could catch her breath, he delivered another smack to the opposite cheek.  He went back and forth from one side to the other, his hand falling with a steady rhythm that had her ass burning almost immediately.

And yet despite how much the spanks stung, she was getting excited as hell.  She had been half afraid that when Trevor put her over his knee, she would focus so much on the sting of the spanks that she wouldn’t get as aroused as she had in her fantasies.  But if anything, the sting that went along with the spanking seemed to get her even more turned on than her fantasies had, and she had to bite her lip several times to keep from letting out a moan.

As she began to squirm more and more slowly in an effort to grind against Trevor’s leg, Addison wondered if he could tell she was getting excited.  From the way his hand lingered on her ass after each smack, she thought for sure he must.  That thought got her even hotter and she found herself wishing he would flip up her short robe and spank her on the bare bottom.  That would be unbelievably erotic.

But to her dismay, after one more well-aimed spank to each cheek, Trevor took her arm and gently set her back on her feet.  As he got to his own, she reached back with both hands to cup her freshly spanked ass.  Her pussy throbbed so much it was all she could do not to slid her hand between her legs and touch herself right there in front of him.  The idea of him watching her get herself off was so hot that she had to stifle another moan.

She resisted the urge and forced herself to stand there obediently as he lectured her about her behavior at the party.  Though she tried to pay attention to what he was saying, she couldn’t seem to focus.  All she could do was stare at that sensuous mouth of his and wonder what it would feel like on her own.  She wondered what he would do if she put her arms around his neck and kissed him.  Would he kiss her back?  And if he did, would they end up in bed?  She was tempted to give into the urge so she could find out.

“Is that understood, Addison?”

She blinked at the question.  Giving herself a mental shake, she forced herself to give Trevor a nod.  “Yes, completely.  I won’t do it again.”

Trevor regarded her in silence, his expression unreadable.  Then the corner of his mouth quirked.  “Good.  Because if you do, the next time I’m going to lift up that short robe of yours and spank you on the bare bottom.”

Addison blushed.  Oh God, had he read her mind?  Of course not.  That would be impossible.  But since he had made the threat, she was already trying to figure out what she could do to get herself spanked again just to se if he would go through with it.

Fifteen minutes later, Trevor stood in the ice cold shower, willing his hard-on to go away. But it was no use. The big guy had a mind of his own and right now that mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Addison’s rosy red bottom. Damn, he’d never been this aroused in his life. He had already been standing underneath the cold spray for at least ten minutes and his shaft hadn’t softened one bit. He was beginning to think that as long as Addison was his personal assistant, this just might be a permanent condition.

He hadn’t really gone into Addison’s room with the intention of spanking her. He still couldn’t believe she’d brought it up. But once she had, he hadn’t been able to resist putting her over his knee. When she hadn’t protested, at first he’d thought it was simply because she had resigned herself to a spanking. But then she had started squirming around on his lap. Not in discomfort, but in pleasure. Then she’d let out those breathy, little moans and it had almost been his undoing. God, they had to be the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard.

It had taken every ounce of self-discipline not to pull up her short robe and see if she was wearing any panties underneath. But he’d restrained himself. Just barely. And in reward for his willpower, she had wiggled on his lap again, which made her robe ride up even higher, and he’d been treated to a glimpse of her perfect ass cheeks. He still hadn’t been able to tell if she’d been wearing any panties, though.

He’d still caught his breath at the sight. In fact, he was so entranced that he almost forgot he was supposed to be spanking her. When he finally got his wits about him again, he had found himself caressing her ass in between smacks. Then he’d followed that up by fantasizing about sliding his hand between her beautiful legs and touching her pussy. Just thinking about her sighs of pleasure had almost been enough to make him come.