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Authors: Paige Tyler

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Addison was kicking her legs and yelping after each smack to her delicious ass.  The way she was moving was really getting to him.  His cock was already hard as a rock where it pressed against hip.  Thank God she was obviously too preoccupied with the spanking to notice how turned on he was.

He took his time, working back and forth from one cheek to the other, making sure he didn’t bring his hand down on the same spot twice.  She might deserve this spanking, but he certainly didn’t want to really hurt her.  He just wanted her bottom to sting enough so that she would remember this the next time she was tempted to do something she shouldn’t.

As he watched her ass wiggle under her tight skirt, Trevor had an almost uncontrollable urge to grab the hem of it and pull it up.  God, he bet her ass was beautiful.  Probably even more so now that it was a nice shade of pink.

But he resisted the urge.  That would definitely be going way too far.  He would just have to content himself with spanking her until her bottom glowed under that skirt.

“Okay, okay!” she squealed.  “You’ve made your point!  I won’t interrupt any more film shoots.  I promise.”

Trevor delivered a few more smacks as he thought about her promise.  While he would have enjoyed spanking her for hours, he knew her bottom couldn’t take that.  It was probably stinging pretty good already.  Besides, she was right; he had made his point.

With one
harder
smack on the ass, he took Addison’s hand and helped her to her feet.  She didn’t look at him as she reached back to cup her freshly-spanked bottom.  Getting to his feet, he reached out to lift her chin with a finger.  She glared up at him defiantly as she rubbed her ass.  God, did she even know how sexy that was?

“No more mistakes,” he warned her.  “I don’t want to have to spank you again, but I will if I have to.  Do you understand?”

She nodded.  “Yes.”

She might have said yes, but her eyes still flashed with spirit.  A little spanking like this wasn’t going to tame her.  “Good,” he said, though he wasn’t sure if he was referring to her answer or to her spunk.

Without another word, she turned and left the room.  As she did so, Trevor’s gaze remain fixed on her ass the whole time.  Damn, he was starting to wish he had pulled up that skirt.

 

* * *

 

Up in her room, Addison went directly over to the closet and took out her suitcases and unzipped them.  Marching over to the dresser, she yanked open the top drawer, took out her neatly folded stacks of bikini panties and threw them in one of the bags.  Two spankings in two days.  And all because she got a little carried away while watching Trevor film a movie.  It was too much.  She was leaving!

She blinked back tears as she opened another drawer. She was a complete and utter failure as a personal assistant.  Worse, she had making a complete fool of herself in front of her favorite actor.  But she had been so worried for Trevor when those stunt men had been beating him up.  It had looked so real.  She just hadn’t been able to control her reaction.  And Trevor had spanked her for it.  She reached back with one hand to rub her tender bottom.  There probably wasn’t another personal assistant in all of Hollywood who got spanked by their boss.

Addison threw the rest of her stuff in the suitcases, and then went into the bathroom to collect her toiletries.  Zipping her bags closed, she picked them up and walked out of the room and into the hallway.  She stopped on the landing, however, as angry voices drifted up from downstairs.  

Her brow furrowed as she recognized Murray’s voice.  “It’s her fault you didn’t get the role in that movie!  I don’t know why the hell I ever hired her”

Addison chewed on her lower lip.  Murray had obviously heard about her spilling coffee on the director last night and blamed her for Trevor not getting the movie role.  Her heart sunk even lower.  She wouldn’t have to quit, she was about to get fired.

“Lay off her, Murray,” Trevor said.  “The director wasn’t sold on me even before Addison spilled coffee on him.  Besides, I thought the guy was a jerk.  Addison just did what I was thinking about doing.”

Addison blinked, surprised that Trevor had defended her.  She quietly set down her suitcases and moved closer to the top of the stairs so that she could see into the living room.  Trevor and Murray were standing face to face in the middle of the room.  Trevor looked calm, but Murray looked totally apoplectic.

“That’s bullshit!” Murray spat.  “Is that twit in her office?  I’m going to fire her right now!”

Murray didn’t wait for a reply.  Instead, he headed for the hallway that led to the back of the house and her office.  Trevor’s voice halted the man before he could take more than two steps.

“No, Murray, you aren’t,” he said.

Murray turned to look at Trevor.  “Why the hell not?”

Addison held her breath as she waited for Trevor to answer.

“Because the job comes with a learning curve and she’s doing fine,” he said.

Murray stared at him in disbelief.  “She’s a disaster, Trevor.  She needs to go!”

He turned to leave again, probably to go to her office, Addison thought, but again, Trevor’s deep voice halted him.

“I said she stays, Murray.”

Murray’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Addison thought that he was going to press the issue, but instead, he just shook his head.

“Fine!” he snapped.  “Have it your way.  But another screw-up and she’s out of here!”

Turning on his heel, he stormed out of the room.  A moment later, Addison heard the front door slam.  Oh my God, she couldn’t believe it.  Trevor had not only defended her, but had made sure she kept her job.  Why would he do that?  After the way she’d messed up, she would have thought he’d be happy to see her go.

“What’s his problem?” Bob asked, walking into the living room.

Trevor ran his hand through his hair.  “He’s just pissed I didn’t get the part in that new movie.”

Bob snorted.  “Forget about him.  He’s an asshole.”

Trevor made no comment, so Addison supposed that meant he agreed with the bodyguard’s assessment of Murray.

“I thought you were going to the gym to work out,” Trevor said, changing the subject.

“I am,” Bob said.  “How

bout you come along and spot for me?”

“Yeah, why not,” Trevor said.  “I’ll go change and meet you in the gym.”

Abruptly realizing that Trevor was starting for the stairs, Addison grabbed her suitcases off the floor and hurried back to her room, quietly closing the door behind her. Ten minutes ago, she had been determined to quit her job and walk out on Trevor, but after the way he had defended her to Murray, she couldn’t leave.

With a sigh, she unzipped her suitcases and began to unpack.

 

Chapter
Three

 

 

Addison woke up early the next morning, eager to put the past two days behind her and start fresh.  Trevor had an interview and a photo shoot for a magazine scheduled for noon that day and she was determined to make sure everything went right. She was going to be the best damn personal assistant an actor ever had.  And she was not going to do anything to earn herself another spanking!

Blushing at the thought, she pushed back the blanket, then got out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower.  When she was done, she put on her make-up, pulled her long hair up in a loose bun, then slipped into a simple navy blue wrap-dress and a pair of high-heeled sandals. After checking her appearance in the full-length mirror, she left her room and went downstairs.

When she walked into the kitchen a few minutes later, Maribel greeted her with a warm smile.

“I was just about to make breakfast?”  Maribel opened the fridge and took out a carton of eggs.  “How does an omelet sound?  And don’t tell me you’re just going to grab some coffee and take it to your office.”

Addison smiled.  She actually hadn’t even considered it.  Maribel’s cooking was too good to pass up.  Although if Addison ate pancakes and omelets every morning, she wasn’t going to be able to fit through the door to get into her office!

“Can you make mine an egg-white omelet instead?” she asked.    

“I sure can.  I’ll put in some tomatoes and herbs, too.” Maribel winked at her.  “Give those egg whites some more flavor.”

Addison laughed.  Walking over to one of the cabinets, she took out a mug, then poured herself some coffee.  As she added cream and sugar, she glanced at Maribel.  “Do you know if Trevor is up yet?”

She tried to make the question sound as casual as she could, but the smile that curved Maribel’s lips was all too knowing, and Addison hastily sipped her coffee to hide the blush that rose to her cheeks.

“He’s up and already been out for a jog,” the older woman said.  “He’s showering, I think.”

An image of water pouring down Trevor’s naked body while he ran his soap-covered hands over his muscular chest and rock-hard abs had Addison’s pulse skipping a beat.  Her face colored even more.  Thankfully, Maribel already had turned back to the stove so she didn’t see.

Setting her mug down, Addison walked over to the fridge.  Taking out the loaf of whole wheat bread, she put a slice in the outrageously high-tech stainless-steel toaster on top of the granite countertop.

“Put a couple slices in for Trevor, too,” Maribel said, glancing up from the stove.  “He should be down any minute.”

Addison did as the other woman asked, but didn’t toast them right away since she had no idea when Trevor was going to come downstairs.  While she waited for her own slice of bread to toast, she watched as Maribel expertly made breakfast.  Not a cook by any stretch of the imagination, Addison was amazed by how easy the omelet slid out of the pan and onto the plate.  If she’d tried that, it would have stuck for sure.  It looked so light and fluffy, too.  How did Maribel do that?

Eager to see if the egg, tomato, and herb combination tasted as fantastic as it looked, Addison picked up her fork and was about to dig in when Trevor walked into the kitchen.  She stared at him, the omelet in front of her completely forgotten.  He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, his hair still damp from the shower and his feet thrust into a pair of leather flip-flops.  He looked laid-back and absolutely gorgeous.

He flashed her a smile.  “Morning.”

Addison knew she should return the greeting, but she was so caught up in the man himself, she couldn’t seem to get the words out.  She decided it would be easier to give him a smile instead.

“I’ll make you an omelet,” Maribel said.  “Sit down.”

Addison told herself she should eat before her own eggs got cold, but she didn’t think it would be polite, so she sipped her coffee while she waited for Maribel to make Trevor’s omelet.

There were several stools at the breakfast bar and Addison was surprised and also a little bit giddy when Trevor sat down in the one beside her after he’d poured himself some coffee.  His nearness made her pulse do all sorts of crazy things and she had to remind herself not to gaze at him like a lovestruck fangirl.

Trevor glanced at her as he took a swallow of coffee.  “Did you sleep okay?”

Addison nodded.  “Yes, thanks.”  Suddenly self-conscious, she fingered the handle on her coffee mug.  “I was checking your calendar and you have an interview for Men’s Fitness at noon today, followed by a photo shoot.”

He groaned.  “Oh hell, I forgot.  That’s as much fun as getting a root canal.”

She looked at him in surprise.  “Should I cancel it?”

He shook his head.  “Nah.  I don’t mind the interview so much.  It’s the photo shoot part I hate.”

Her brow furrowed.  “Really?  Why?  I would think it’d be fun.”

Trevor took another swallow of coffee.  “It probably would be if I didn’t have to stand in the hot sun for hours while some arty photographer tells me to smile but look dangerous at the same time.  I might be an actor, but I have no idea how to do both at the same time.”

Addison laughed.  “Well, I’ll be there, so I can translate if you want.”

His mouth twitched.  “As long as you don’t do what you did during the pick-up shots yesterday.”

She blushed at the reminder, particularly since it conjured up images of the spanking she’d gotten for her misdeeds.

“What happened yesterday?” Maribel asked as she set Trevor’s omelet down in front of him.

He picked up the salt shaker and sprinkled some on his eggs, then did the same with the pepper.  “Addison got a little carried away watching the fight scene and ended up interrupting every five minutes.  She forgot we were acting.”

Addison gave the other woman a sheepish look.  “It all looked so real.  I thought those guys were actually beating Trevor up.”

“You thought who was beating Trevor up?”

Addison turned to see Bob coming into the kitchen.  He looked curiously from Trevor to her, then back again.

“Addison thought the stunt men I was doing the fight scene with were really beating me up in the pick-up shots I did yesterday,” Trevor explained.  “Every time they took a swing at me, she gasped and we had to keep reshooting the scene over and over.”

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