More than a Job: The Complete Series (2 page)

3.

We don’t have to do anything in Boston until the next
morning so after we check in to the hotel, Mike suggests we go out for dinner.
We each shower and then get dressed. I wear a dress I bought on his credit
card. It is black and fancy, something I would never have owned were it not for
him. I decide to wear my hair up and find a pair of sapphire studs for my ears.
When I am dressed, we go out into the city. Our hotel is near the park and we
walk through it. He takes my hand. It is a genuinely sweet gesture and a bit
surprising given our ride here. I feel like a teenager again. Mike looks
gorgeous in his dark suit. He is smiling and I feel happy. This is almost like
a date.

The restaurant is full, but it is quiet. It is dim and
candles flicker on each of the tables. We order wine when we sit but ask for a
few minutes to look over the menu.

“This is a lovely place,” I say.

“It is. I come here every time I am in the city.”

“With your other assistants?”

His eyes twinkle. “Why, Jayni, are you jealous?”

“Of course not. That would be unprofessional,” I lie. I am
a little jealous, though. This is not a good sign and I tell myself that there
is never going to be more to us, so enjoy it while it lasts.

“If it makes you feel better, I have only had one another
assistant, but she did not work out.”

“Was it a long time ago?”

He smiles. “You were probably still in high school.”

The reminder of the difference in our ages stings. I don’t
act young; Katie always tells me I act like I am already an old woman. I worry
what people think when they see us together, but then I remember that we are
business partners, not lovers.

“So what’s out itinerary this weekend?”

The waiter interrupts to take our orders. This place is too
fancy for me and I don’t know what anything is, so I let Mike order. The waiter
returns with bread and our wine.

“Tomorrow will be boring. I am in meetings all day so you
can luxuriate in the hotel. There is a spa service should you want anything.
Just charge it to the room. I do need you to meet me for dinner. The clients
are coming in from London and I don’t know what to expect. This is our first
meeting with them. And then, the night is free, unless you take a liking to one
of our British friends. Sunday will be the same. We will again have dinner with
the London team. On Monday, I only have one meeting in the morning and then we
will be meeting up with a client who lives here in the city. He will like you
very much, so what time we make it home on Monday will depend on him. And you,
of course.”

I am nervous about meeting all of these men, but Mike is
kind and I know he will look out for me. “And then I don’t see you all next
week?”

“Probably for two weeks. I do not have another event until
the end of the month. You will be joining me for that. It is a full week.”

“Where?”

“Philadelphia. And then a few days in Vegas.”

“I’ve never been to any of these places,” I admit.

“Well then, I will make sure we find time for sightseeing.
In fact, tomorrow, I will have a private tour arranged so you can see Boston
before dinner. Does that sound good?”

“That sounds perfect.”

The waiter brings our dinners. My meal is a chicken entree
and it is delicious. We split dessert and Mike suggests we go for a walk in the
Public Gardens before heading back to the hotel. The evening is balmy and a low
fog is lying over the Gardens. There are street lamps along the way and we sit
on a bench near the pond, under a light.

“Tell me about yourself, Jayni.”

“I grew up in Ohio. It was awful. When I had the chance to
come to Rhode Island for school, I took it and never looked back. I have only
been to Ohio for holidays since I started school. In the summers, I stayed with
my friend Katie and worked.”

“Do you live with Katie now?”

“I live alone. It’s a really tiny apartment, but it’s just
me.”

“No boyfriends disturbing the place?”

“I don’t have time.” I answer before thinking and I worry
that he will think I am cold, disinterested in love. I am not; I just have not
found a person who warranted loving.

“And Katie? What does she think of your promotion?”

“I didn’t tell her. Not exactly. I told her I was hired as
your personal assistant, but I did not go into detail.”

“So she just thinks you’re keeping my senile self from
forgetting appointments?” He smiles.

“You aren’t that old.”

“That old? I suppose that’s a compliment, but I could be
your father.”

“I don’t mind. I like being around you.” I mean it, too. He
is pleasant company, undemanding. He listens, too. Maybe the reason I do not
date is because I have not met someone like Mike, someone who makes me feel
valued.

“I have enjoyed your company today as well.” He holds my
hand again. I can’t help it; I lean over and kiss him. He pulls away,
surprised. It is the type of kiss you give someone you care for, an
affectionate kiss, full of no expectation or longing. His eyes meet mine and he
leans down, kissing me back. His kiss is also full of affection. I feel myself
falling dangerously in love with him. After only a couple days and one dinner
together, I realize I want to spend more time with this man. Time I do not get
a salary for. The kiss grows deeper and the lust works its way in, but he is
controlling himself. We do not do anything but kiss and when he pulls away, his
eyes are sad. I run my hand along his cheek.

“What is it?” I ask.

“It’s nothing. This was a bad idea. I think you should go
back tonight. I am not sure I can do this. It’s too hard.”

“Don’t walk away. If you want me to stay, I will stay. If
you want me to leave, I will, but please, tell me what’s wrong.”

“This is a business arrangement. I thought when I saw you
that you were sexy, that we could have some fun. I didn’t think you would be so
decent.”

“Mike, you clearly have some baggage and I won’t pry. I
agreed to this arrangement, and if that is all we ever have, it will be a hell
of a lot of fun. If something more develops, we can handle it as it happens.
But it’s stupid to deny ourselves something just because it might be more than
either of us expected.”

“No one told me you were this smart.” He kisses me again.
This time the hunger is there, so I suggest we move this back to the hotel. No
sense in getting arrested.

#

W
e have not even made it off the elevator before the
clothes start coming off. While we were riding up to our floor, Mike pulled my
underwear down and shoved it in his suit coat pocket. He already has his jacket
and tie off and I unbutton his shirt as we walk to the room. By the time the
door is shut and the bolt is fastened, he is naked. I stare at him. His body is
perfect. He works out and it is evident in his chiseled chest and abs. His arms
reach for me and he pulls me to the bed. The dress is pulled off and I straddle
him. He moves to get under me and inside me, but I sit on his knees.

“Oh no. Someone needs to be punished.”

“What did I do?” he asks. The sadness is gone, his blue
eyes full of laughter now.

“I recall a limo ride when a certain someone thought she
would die.”

“Fine. Punish away. You’ll be begging for it before I do.”

“Really? We shall see.” I pick up his tie off the floor and
tie his hands together over his head. Then I let down my hair. I run my hair
along his chest, torso, and legs. He has been hard since we got in the elevator
and now he looks ready to explode. I run my hands along the soles of his feet
and his toes curl. He murmurs in satisfaction. My hands continue upward to his
calves and then his thighs, passing by his penis. He looks at me when I get to
his torso, clearly disappointed.

“You missed a spot,” he teases.

“Eh. It can wait.”

I get to his nipples and put one in my mouth, swirling my
tongue around it. He groans and spasms involuntarily. I move up to his neck,
kissing, sucking, and biting until he starts breathing heavy.

“Okay, I learned my lesson. We can play by your rules now.”

“I don’t think so,” I whisper and then chew lightly on his
earlobe. He is making animal noises, whimpers and pleas, my name thrown in for
good measure. I kiss his forehead, his cheeks, and make my way to his lips,
pulling on his lower lip with my teeth.

“I am going to ruin you,” I tell him.

“I know,” he says.

I kiss him while moving my feet to his crotch. I run the
sole of my foot over his erection and he goes back to pleading. I am starting
to feel the burn as well, but I love doing this to him. There is so much power
in making him squirm. He is thrusting into my foot, so I kiss him quickly and
then jump off the bed.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

I put my dress back on and smile. I pick up the ice bucket.
I have an idea. Slipping the key card from his wallet, I leave him on the bed
with his hands tied. While I wait for the ice to fill, I am getting excited
myself. I am tempted to go to the lobby or just wait in the hall, but I am not
sure I can handle waiting much longer either.

When I return, he is still on the bed. He looks at me with
lust in his eyes. I know his desire and want to feed it. The ice bucket rests
on the bed and I pop a cube into my mouth. When I lean down onto his dick, he
gasps.

“Holy shit,” he says. I flick the ice cube with my tongue
as I move around him. He is twisting to meet my mouth and I imagine he is
getting close to understanding my suffering in the car. I am not sure how much
longer I can wait. I suck the head with the ice cube still in my mouth and he
begs.

“Jayni, what do I have to do?”

“Tell me you’re sorry and that you will fuck me whenever I
want,” I tell him.

“I am at your beck and call. I exist only to please you.”

“Good answer,” I tell him and lower myself onto his giant
erection. His throbbing matches mine. I ride him and he meets me halfway,
pushing deeper into me. He puts his knees up and I lean back, giving myself a
better angle and I feel him take over. It is intense and I ride him while he
clutches my hips. He moves a hand down to my clit and teases me while I slide
up and down on that giant shaft.

“Mike, God, yes.”

“Jayni, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. You have the
sweetest pussy.”

His words drive me wild. I can’t remember orgasming so easy
with anyone else and I push against him, trying to get him even deeper. I want
to hold him inside me. Every inch of him thrills me. His hands grab my hips
again and hold me as I move up and down on him until I scream his name. The bed
is shaking and he laughs, sitting up slightly so I am coming again. The
vibrations won’t stop and I can’t get enough. I can barely breathe and suddenly
I am underneath him and he is pounding into me. I scratch my nails along his
back and knead his ass until he pulls out and comes all over my stomach.

“Mike, you will be the death of me,” I tell him and he
collapses next to me.

“A pleasant death it will be,” he says.

We both lie there, staring at the ceiling, breathing, the
aftershocks of orgasm still causing our bodies to twitch. It is ten o’clock and
he has meetings in the morning. I go to the shower and try to let the hot water
relax me. I am still thinking of how much pleasure I have had in the last day
alone when the bathroom door opens. He opens the shower door and slips inside
to join me. The rain showerhead streams over both of us and he grabs the soap,
running it all over my body.

“You’re insatiable,” I say.

“Does that bother you?”

“Not at all.” We trade off the soap and take turns cleaning
one another. He moves to shampooing my hair and the intimacy of the act is as
pleasant as the sex we have been having. When he is done, he folds his arms
around me and we stand under the warm water, me rocked in his embrace. He
kisses the top of my head.

“Jayni, please don’t make me love you.” It is not what I
expect to hear.

“What? What do you mean?” He is still holding me so I
cannot see his face.

“I’m no good. I can’t be anything to you. I can make you
happy physically. Let that be enough.”

“Anything you want to give me is good enough for me,” I
tell him. He leaves me in the shower. I take a moment to gather my thoughts. I
know I am falling for him and I can see the feeling is mutual, but it scares
him. I don’t want to push him away, so I swear to myself I will not ask
questions and I will just be what he needs right now. After I dry myself off, I
go to the bed. He looks tired so I suck on his dick until he comes before we
both fall asleep.

4.

I must have been tired because I never heard him leave this
morning. The ice is now a bucket of water. I don’t know what came over me last
night. I have never tried games like that with anyone. There is note on the desk.

Jayni,

As promised, a car will come for you at 11. He will take
you anywhere you want to go but please be ready for dinner by seven. I will
come get you. Have a lovely day.

Yours, Mike

It is already 10:30 so I get ready quickly. The car service
driver is a local and he tells me all about the city as we drive. We pass
Fenway Park, Faneuil Hall, and the waterfront, places I have only seen in books
or movies. He tells me we can go anywhere I want. I have dinner tonight and I
decide maybe a new dress will be a good idea, so I ask where the best place is
for shopping. He leaves me on Newbury Street and tells me he will wait. I get
his number so I can call him when I am ready.

The stores are all names I have heard on celebrities, but
never dared to dream I would wear. When I see the prices, I know why. Mike told
me I could buy anything for clothes, but this seems unreasonable. That is until
I see a light blue dress that is just stunning. I picture wearing it tonight
and what he will think. I buy it and then walk to another shop for lingerie. A
pale blue bra and panty set seems perfect. I call the car service and he
continues my tour. I am so immersed in sightseeing that I forget to eat and
suddenly it is time to go back to the hotel. I thank the driver and run
upstairs to our room. I have an hour to get ready, but manage to be finishing
my makeup just as Mike walks through the door.

“Hi honey, I’m home,” he teases.

I come out of the bathroom in my new dress. “Do you like
it?” I ask.

“You’re beautiful. Give me fifteen minutes and then I will
praise you fully.” He takes a fast shower and changes for dinner, before coming
out into the room. I am sitting in the desk chair and he looks me up and down.

“Jayni, you are simply perfect. You look lovely. How was
your day?”

“It was great. I saw so much. What about you?”

“Long,” he says. “This job gets tiring sometimes.
Especially when you exert a lot of energy the night before.” He winks at me and
I grin.

“What time is dinner?”

“They are meeting us next door in fifteen minutes,” he says
after checking his watch.”

“I can think of many things one can do in fifteen minutes,”
I say slyly and slip my hand into his pants. He is instantly hard.

“Oh no. I will be a mess for dinner.”

“I’ll take care of you.” I work fast getting his pants off
and go down on him. My tongue flicks back and forth and I move quickly. He
almost comes immediately, so I spread my legs and he fucks me on the chair. It
is a quick fuck but I get off and we are both on fire when he gets his pants
back up. As we make our way to the door, he pulls me against him.

“I expect much more of that tonight.”

#

T
he clients from London are friendly enough, but don’t seem
very interested in me. One, Paul, is not much older than me; his father is
older than Mike, though. Mike and Paul’s father talk through dinner, so I am
mainly left to entertain Paul. He talks a lot about investments and his polo
horses, which is boring. I am slightly disappointed because he is British so I
thought he would be cute. Maybe he would be with his sandy hair and gray eyes
if he were not so dull.

I think because our conversation is so inane and the
company is so bad that I am not expecting him to ask me out after dinner.

“What?”

“I just wondered.... I mean, the old guys can do their
thing and maybe you want to go so something?” It bothers me hearing him refer
to Mike as an “old guy” and I want to say no. This is my job, though; I was
hired to do this.

“Sure. What did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t we ditch them and see where things
lead?”

That is the worst pickup line ever. I make eye contact with
Mike as Paul gets up and waits for me. He nods and continues his conversation.
I am a little hurt that he does not even care that I am leaving. Paul is
anxious to go, though, so we leave.

We have barely made it around the corner before he is all
hands.

“My hotel is right down there. Thankfully I talked my
father into separate rooms this time.”

“Paul, I don’t think...”

“Oh. I thought. I mean, my dad said...”

“You thought I was a prostitute.”

“Kind of.”

“No. I am absolutely not a prostitute. My job is to be a
client liaison, but I am not paid to have sex with you.”

“Jayni, I’m so sorry. I must have been a bore.”

“Well, polo horses aren’t interesting.”

I don’t expect him to laugh. “Listen, we still have the
night. Let’s go out. My treat. And I promise, nothing creepy.”

“Why the hell not?”

We find a club a few blocks away. Paul can really dance and
he is the center of attention on the floor. I actually find myself having a
good time and think of Katie. I take Paul’s picture and text it to her. Almost
immediately, my phone buzzes.

Tell me it’s a date. He’s adorable.

No, a work thing. My boss is in a meeting so he and I are
dancing.

Jayni, lighten up. Have some fun while you’re away.

Ha. If she only knew. I have been.

Girl, you’re in a different city with a cute guy. Make the
most of it. And I want details.

I stop texting her. Paul dances over to me and we head to
the bar for drinks. It is too loud to talk really but he smiles at me.

“Sorry I was lame earlier,” he yells.

“It’s fine. This is fun,” I yell back.

“Yeah, but it is really loud.”

He finishes his drink and asks if I want to leave. I nod,
leaving most of my drink unfinished. We walk along the street and take in the
city lights.

“Have you ever been to London?”

“No,” I say. “I never go anywhere.”

“You can come visit sometime.”

“See those polo horses in action?”

“Okay, you win. The polo horses are ridiculous. But I was
at dinner with a pretty girl and she looked bored to death. I didn’t know what to
say to her. And I thought she was being paid to talk to me!”

I don’t tell him that technically I was. “So what do you
actually like?” I ask.

“Dancing. One of my friends is a DJ. She is pretty
successful at home.”

“Friends?” There is something in the way his voice changes
as he talks about her.

“An ex. I’ve been trying to fix things, but you know...”

“I understand,” I tell them although I really don’t. I have
never had a relationship that I cared about enough to notice much when it
ended.

“What about you? Anyone special?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Isn’t it always?”

We get back to the area by the hotels and he walks me to
mine. “Thanks again for tonight Jayni. And sorry about-”

“It’s fine.” I kiss him on the cheek before heading inside.
He turned out alright after all.