Personal Assistant (7 page)

       
“I
know what my job is. My job is to take care of him. That might mean you have to
wait until I can make a call or answer a damn phone. I don’t know who you are
used to dealing with, but I am not those people. He’s not your only client, he
is
mine. You make him a priority, what,
a few days out of the month or as needed for events. He is now my priority
every single day. Do not, I repeat, do not make me research other publicists to
put on his desk because the press you, his publicist, allow to be printed is
atrocious. If you don’t believe in your client, I will find someone who does
and work day and night to convince him of it. Are we clear?”

       
Of
course everything was clear. Frankie was high on adrenalin now. She took
several deep breaths. She liked this job. She really did. She didn’t want to
blow the paycheck or the opportunity by fucking her client.

       
She
turned and appreciated the stunned expression on his face. He blinked several
times and then said, “Do you really think I need a new publicist?”

       
“I
don’t know.” Frankie tugged at the shoulder straps of the dress and let it
slide down her body and over her hips. “I know that she has let some real crap
hit the tabloids without any rebuttal.”

       
Frankie
stepped out of the shoes and then the dress. She was in her bra and panties,
but the moment of sexual tension had passed for her, she was all business
again. She walked to where the hanger was left in an upright trunk with a bar
and several shelves. She never knew such luggage existed before this evening.
She carefully hung the dress. She let her finger slide along the fabric with a
sigh. The next things she removed were the earrings and ring. She had about
swallowed her tongue when she’d finally gotten a look at herself in a mirror at
the award show. She had to admit, Griffin’s team did good work.

       
“You
lied about my ankle,” he said as she turned to look at him. His expression was
a combination of lust and exhaustion.

       
“Did
I lie about your work ethic?” She moved to pick up the shoes.

       
The
moment she bent over he said, “How am I supposed to concentrate with you in
your underwear, Frankie?”

       
She
tossed his words back at him. “Well, Jonas, sometimes we’ll have to have
professional conversations in various states of undress. Can you handle that?”

       
He
sighed loud and long. “I guess I have to.
Unless.”

       
She
looked at him and he was biting his lip. She knew instantly he was up to no
good. A slight thrill shot through her. Everything that had cooled from the
phone call reignited with just a look. “Unless what?”

       
“I
don’t think I can get out of this tux without help,” he said innocently.

       
“You
got in that tux by yourself.” Frankie tried not to laugh as she pulled the pins
out of her hair letting the sections fall.

       
“Well
my ankle is really…”

       
“Don’t
you
dare!
” Frankie could feel her eyes grow wide. He
laughed and began walking away from her.

       
“Follow
me or feel bad for leaving me in pain after you tossed a heavy metal statue at
my nuts.” He turned the corner and started for the stairs.

       
Now
her mouth hung just as wide as her eyes. Part of her wanted to strangle him,
the other part of her wanted to rip off his clothes and fuck him like there was
no tomorrow. However, there was a tomorrow, so she needed to figure out what
would keep any extra activities on her terms and not part of payroll. After
all, she was his assistant not his hooker.

       
Frankie
looked at the phone. It was after midnight. She had to be in this very house at
six in the morning to walk
Ish
. Resistance was
futile. She had a plan. It was a plan that would take care of her boss and some
of her own selfish needs.

       
She
looked at his back and realized he had taken off the jacket and the bowtie was
on the bed. Frankie took a deep breath and said, “I thought you wanted help with
that?”

       
He
turned a fraction to look at her. He faced the bed again and said, “I do. But,
I don’t want you to come in here out of obligation. I started thinking about
what you said on the phone. I do take my work seriously. I do need someone like
you taking care of things for me. I don’t want you to do something you might
regret in the morning. I don’t want to lose you.”

       
“I
suppose it’s a good thing it’s already morning…” Frankie whispered as she took
cautious steps towards him. He wasn’t promising her anything other than her
job. She knew she could mix business and pleasure. She had done it before out
of boredom and base need. The real question was, could he?

       
She
slid her hands around his torso to unbutton the final buttons on his shirt. His
hands worked quickly unfastening his belt, his button, the zipper.  The
sound of the metal teeth unhinging made her eager to move faster, but she
refused. The crisp material reminded her of how expensive the suit was. Each
smooth button seduced her fingers as she slid them free. After pulling the
material from his shoulders she carefully folded it and placed it on the bed
next to the bowtie. He pulled the form fitting t-shirt he still had on over his
head, tossing it inconsequentially across the room towards the bathroom.

       
Frankie
traced the length of his spine from the nape of his neck to the waist of his
pants. “Turn around.”

       
As
he turned, she knelt, her fingers taking his slacks with her. This close she
could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the warmth of his flesh. She
leaned closer. His cock was pressed firmly against his body in an upright
position and everything she imagined it would be. He had length, girth, and she
was going to enjoy this. Her nose pressed against the soft cotton covering his
manhood and he groaned.

       
Her
fingers hooked the band of his briefs and slowly pulled
them
down until his cock sprang free, bobbing a nice hello. He whispered her name,
but she was entirely uninterested in anything he had to say. She let go of the
material and wrapped one hand around his shaft. He groaned. His feet moved up
and down stepping out of the pants. He had already removed his shoes and socks
before she got there. He was naked.
Bared
to her. Tall
enough she had to stretch her back and neck to reach him comfortably. Her
tongue swept out and licked, once, twice.

       
He
pulled at her shoulders until he practically lifted her up to stand on her
feet. He was breathing heavy, his eyes lidded, lustful. “I don’t have anything
to help you get more comfortable in that position, let’s get on the bed.”

       
She
looked at his hardness and nodded. He pulled her with him, tried to kiss her
but she turned away at the last minute causing his lips to land on her cheek
instead. She lifted her head and looked at his adorably confused face.

       
 
“No kissing. I can’t kiss you and keep it separate. I’ll get lost. I want to do
this, but I need to keep my emotions in check. Understand?”

       
“Not
really,” he said. She slipped her fingers around his shaft and pressed her lips
to his collarbone. “But I can figure it out later.”

       
She
smiled against his flesh. Slowly she worked her way down his body. She tugged
at each nipple with a gentle bite of teeth, licked his navel, moved past his
shaft to tend to each of his hair roughened balls. His hands struggled to find
her as she continued to slip away until at last, he finally settled them at his
sides. Frankie licked up the length of his shaft, tracing a vein to the tip
where a drop of fluid waited.

       
The
delight she found from the stretch of her jaws, the fullness of her mouth, the
pressure at the back of her throat as she struggled to consume every inch she
possibly could was something she was unaware she had been missing. It had been
so long since she had done this. Years since she had seen a dick worthy of
sucking. Little did he know she could have spent the rest of the morning
between his legs, listening to his sighs, groans, and moans of pleasure as they
escaped his delectable
lips.
He was getting close to
coming. She could feel his balls tighten at the base of his shaft. She pulled
off long enough to ask, “How do you want to finish?”

       
“Inside
you,” he breathed more than said.

       
“How
else would you like to finish?” Frankie licked across the top and let the tip
of her tongue slide gently between the slit at the top of his cock.

       
“What
are my options?” He dropped his head back to the pillow with a strangled laugh.

       
“Well,”
she said, and then curled her tongue around the sensitive flesh under the
well-defined ridge of the head a moment. “You can come in my mouth, or you can
come on my chest. It’s up to you. You either want to see it or you don’t.”

       
“I…
just…ooh yeah…
do that
again…fuck, I don’t know. Let’s
just see what you decide when the time comes.” He slid his hand along her cheek
and she pressed his cock against the inside of her jaw. “Fuck.”

       
Frankie
was beyond thrilled to get these reactions from him. Her body hummed with
desire, ached for release. She would handle that later. Right now, she needed
to taste him. Curiosity was getting the best of her. She gripped his shaft
again, pulled up with a twist, pushed down as her mouth followed. She sucked
hard, groaned with the effort to take everything he had to give. His hand found
the nape of her neck and pulled her closer, as his hips thrust up, short, quick,
restricted.

       
He
guided her. “Tongue press, oh yeah, fuck, like that, don’t stop, God, please
don’t stop.”

       
His
grip tightened, her hair pulled, her jaws ached from the extra effort, her lips
would be swollen, none of it mattered, all of it reminders of a time when she
was thoroughly fucked and had fucked another thoroughly. Delighted, it was
almost enough to set her over the edge of her own orgasm as he found his way to
his. He let go of her head and let out a groan of pure delight as he began to
spill into her. Unlike anything she had ever tasted, his sperm was not acidic
or sour. If she had to describe it, the texture seemed fluffy, like cotton
candy, melting smooth on her tongue just the same, almost tasteless. This
ensured she would be willing to do this again. She loved to give head to a
worthy man, a tasty cock. He seemed to be both.
For now
.

       
Frankie
swallowed the last drops of his orgasm, taking everything, leaving nothing. She
pulled away from him and looked down at him. He was exhausted, a sheen of sweat
across his chest and brow. His chest rose and fell with quick breaths.

       
“Get
some sleep,” Frankie said. She slid off the bed.

       
“Where
are you going?” he asked. He turned his head to look at her but she doubted by
the way his legs still trembled he had any energy to stand.

       
“To
get some sleep.” She smiled at him. He went to say something and she cut him
off. “I have to walk
Ish
shortly. I need to grab a
shower, and I need to sleep. I kissed it and made it better, right? Now go to
sleep or I won’t do it again.”

       
“I
thought I was the boss around here,” he mumbled.

       
“You
are. Just, not in the bedroom.” Frankie winked and appreciated the fact he
thought she didn’t hear that last comment. He winced when she called him on it.

       
“Yes,
ma’am,” he said around a yawn.

       
“Good
night, sir,” she said just to dig a little more.

       
He
pulled at his blankets and settled under a sheet.

       
Frankie
walked out of the room and closed the door. The moment he was no longer able to
see her she leaned against the wall and fought back the panic attack
threatening to collapse her. After several fortifying breaths she stood up and
walked to her room across the hall.

       
In
the shower, Frankie thought about the first time
she’d
 had
sex with someone. Seventeen, both of them, her birthday the
day before his, they snuck out and drove to a secluded point and fucked under
the blanket of stars until they were stupid. It was her first real experience,
though since her freshman year she had taken Shay’s advice and started watching
porn. Frankie knew a lot about sex before having it. Her partner, DJ, was an
eager learner, attentive, insatiable. It took until her senior year in high
school for her body to bloom, for boys to notice her. Shay had already been
with three guys by then. Shay had taught her how to kiss, they practiced on
each other. Things got confusing between them but they turned it into a
personal joke to ease the tension of the sexual relationship that almost
happened.