Platinum Blonde (2 page)

Fuck! He was a horse’s ass, Max thought. How that hell did she get him so flustered?  He wanted to be suave, he wanted her to like him.

What he really wanted to do was drop to his knees and shove those prissy skirts up around her waist and bury his face between those ample thighs.

Fuck he was hard, he needed to get to his room and hit the shower, preferably a cold one.

Max made his way to the elevators without having to think about it. He’d been here enough that he didn’t get lost like the tourists wandering around clutching their novelty drink glasses and asking for directions.

He made his way to the top floor. The elevator opened revealing an elegant foyer with one door. The door was open, he never took keycards.

The suite came with a butler and he was expected. Walking in, the butler came around the corner and greeted him.

“Hello James, I’m going to take a shower, please make sure my luggage is unpacked as soon as it comes up,” he ordered not stopping his fast walk to the bedroom.

“Of course, sir,” he heard behind him.

Maxwell walked through the suite disrobing as he went. He knew he was being slobby, but he didn’t care. He needed to wash away the memory of Jess before his zipper left a permanent imprint on his dick.

The smell of her perfume still clung to his nose. It was sweet and exotic. Vanilla and hibiscus, it reminded him of Hawaii.

Now he was imagining her in a white bikini, laying on the beach in Hawaii. Fuck.

He walked into the massive bathroom. Most of the regular rooms in this hotel weren’t as big as the master bath. It had a shower that could fit ten people. It looked like a rock grotto, that is if nature was into perfectly aligned stones and matching grout. He flicked the water on and finished undressing.

He had to make this trip different. He had been tormented by Jess for the last three years.

Max wanted her and he always got what he wanted. But he knew that she wasn’t impressed by his wealth or his macho business finesse.

No, he had to treat her different, he wanted her to like him for him. But how?

He stepped into the cold shower and let the freezing water cool his passion for the curvy liaison.

Then it hit him. She was a liaison, she was supposed to help him with his needs. He had always kept his requests within what he considered normal for a hotel guest situation.

And she had always treated him professionally, except when he would catch her looking at him when she thought he didn’t notice.

He always noticed, he could feel her gaze like a touch on his skin.

He thought maybe she liked him too, but he wasn’t 100% sure. Maybe he needed to shake her up a bit with some non-normal requests.

Flipping the shower handle to warm, he smiled. His brain was plotting how to get his little liaison up to his room.

“He wants what?” Jess tried to not screech to Sara. She had just gotten back to her office after arranging the table and show tickets for Maxwell.

“The request was for a jumbo bottle of lube, preferably water based, Ms. Cooper,” Sara said in a singsong voice.

“Ok, I’ll give you $20 if you deliver it to him,” Jess was trying to not beg.

This was not happening. What the hell did he need with a jumbo bottle of lube? What was he doing up there? No wait, she didn’t want to know, not really.

“You know I love ya boss, but that is WAY above my pay grade, no way no how. And you know you can’t ask anyone else without risking some HR complaint,” she said.

Damn she was right, Jess thought.

“Fuck me,” she muttered.

“Hah, no it sounds like he is doing the fucking. You might want to drop that at the door, knock and run for your life,” Sara said breaking out into peals of laughter.

She was right, there is no way she could ask her staff to fulfill this request.

“Fine, have the car brought around and find me the closest, non-scary sex store. I’d order it, but I really don’t want them to know our hotel is buying it,” she said to Sara.

“On it, boss,” Sara said turning back to her desk.

Jess sat down on her chair, let her head thump to the desk and muttered, “Why me?”

She stayed that way until Sara called that the car was waiting. She grabbed her purse and made her way out front.

She hopped in to the black town car and was thankful for the tinted windows. Sara had texted her the address for the sex shop and she relayed it to the driver.

He didn’t recognize the address right off because he didn’t show any reaction.

As they pulled up though, she heard, “Are you sure this is where you want to go Ms. Cooper?”

The hotel driver was a good guy and she didn’t want to drag him into this mess.

“Yes sadly, I’ll be just a minute,” she said grimacing, then hopped out of the car and made a beeline for the front door.

Once inside she didn’t bother browsing. She went straight to the counter and saw a slightly seedy, but mostly decent looking guy behind the counter.

“Can you tell me where the lube is? I’m looking for water based and something that comes in a large quantity,” she said in a rush.

The man looked up with barely any reaction. “How much do you need? We have personal size, economy size, a party size, and if you’re really into a good time, we can special order a 55 gallon barrel. But that will take a few weeks to deliver because it has to be shipped via freight,” he finished.

Like this was such a normal request, he had a prepared answer. Gawd, she didn’t get paid enough either. Well actually she did, so she needed to put on her big girl panties and get this over with.

“I’m doubting we need a barrel, how about the economy size? And let’s keep it regular, no flavors or anything,” she finished.

“You got it,” he murmured and shuffled away from the counter and down an aisle.

He made his way back and slapped a, what looked huge to Jess, bottle of lube on the counter with a pump top like a hand sanitizer. Shit, that was a lot of lube.

Reaching into her purse, she heard her phone chime. She glanced at it and saw a text from Sara. She read the text and blinked a few times to make sure she had read it right.

Apparently Mr. Parks wanted condoms too, big ones. Jess let her head drop down to her chest for a moment, then took in a deep breath and looked up to the disinterested sales clerk.

“We’re going to need jumbo condoms too,” she said on a sigh.

“We’ve got large, extra large, jumbo, and magnum. Those suckers will cover anyone,” he said almost impressed.

“Great, I’ll take those then,” Jess said pulling out her credit card. She may be embarrassed but she sure as hell was getting expensed for this.

“How many? 12-pack, 24-pack, or party pack of 50? Those come in special colors too,” he finished, like he was working on commission or something.

“Hell, give me the party pack, I have no idea what he wants with them and I really don’t want to know,” she muttered to him.

“Boss from hell huh?” he guessed.

“You have no idea,” she answered giving him her credit card.

As the car pulled up to the hotel, Jess told the driver she was good, so she could jump out of the car and not wait for him.

She fast walked through the lobby to the elevators and walked into an open car, smashing the button for the top floor.

When the door opened, she hesitated. Shit, should she ding-dong-ditch like Sara suggested?

No, she was a professional goddamnit. She was also an adult. So what the guy wanted condoms and lube, maybe he was planning an orgy. It was no business of hers; she was there to see to the needs of the guests that brought in tons of money for the hotel.

She’d arranged for “massages” and for “escorts” before. It wasn’t her most favorite part of the job, but it was life in Vegas. And the life of a hotel liaison.

She worked with the best in the city and knew everyone that was invited to the hotel. They were discreet and she appreciated it.

But this was Maxwell Parks. This was the man she had been schoolgirl crushing on for years.

She stepped out of the elevator and saw her reflection in the mirror hanging over the table in the foyer. She was blushing. Fucking hell.

Taking a few deep breaths she stepped to the door and pressed the buzzer. She waited the appropriate amount of time then pressed the button again.

It was a big suite and if the butler wasn’t in, it could take a guest a few moments to reach the door.

Her legs were shaking, she really, really hoped he wasn’t there. But damn her luck, she heard a clear, “Come on in.”

Taking a big, fortifying breath, she pushed the handle down on the suite and stepped in. Jess was always awed by the beautiful suite. But she didn’t have time to admire it today.

Maxwell Fucking Parks walked down the hallway wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his tight waist.

His six-pack abs still glistening from the shower he’d obviously just stepped out of. And if that wasn’t enough, he was smiling. An honest to god, happy to see you, smile.

Jess stood frozen, her mouth hanging opening. She could only imagine what the hell she looked like.

Her brain was screaming for her to move, adjust her stance, say something, or at the very least, close her freaking mouth!

“Uh…um,” was all she managed. Christ, she needed to pull her shit together. At least that’s what the smart side of her brain was saying.

The not-so-smart side was saying, drop to your knees and lick those drops of water off his stomach and see what he tastes like.

Her not-so-smart side was really, really loud.

“Ms. Cooper, so nice to see you. I was hoping you’d be the one to make my delivery,” Max said continuing his walk towards her.

Shit, he wasn’t stopping. “Uh, Mr. Parks, I’ll just leave these on the counter for you and get out of your way and give you some privacy,” she said turning towards the kitchen.

“Ms. Cooper, please stay, I’d like to talk to you,” she heard from behind her.

Turning back she tried to look anywhere but at his naked chest. She’d already noticed that he was naked under his towel.

And from the long, hard length taking shape under the towel, she knew why he needed the jumbo condoms. Hells bells, he had a chubby.

She had to get out of there, fast.

“I really shouldn’t be here, let me just leave these for you,” she muttered still inching towards the kitchen.

“Stop, Jess,” Max growled.

Shit, he’d just called her Jess. What the hell was she supposed to do with that? And why did that deep voice make her clit start to tingle?

Hah, like she didn’t know.

“Yes?” she managed without a much of a stutter. She was afraid to turn around. Then she felt the heat of him behind her. He was still hot from the shower, she could feel it through her blouse.

“I appreciate you running this little errand for me. I’m sure you’ve had worse requests before, right?” he asked, his breath feathering over her neck.

Crap, why didn’t she wear her hair down today? It would have given her a little protection.

“No problem, Mr. Parks. I’m here to help. Is there anything else you’ll need tonight?” she hated to ask, but she was a goddamn professional!

“Yes, Jess, there is something else you can do for me,” he said quietly.

Jess held her breath, she didn’t have a choice really. He could ask her to get his shoes shined, or for an albino lobster to be cooked up, who knew what cracked thing he could think up.

But she didn’t know what the hell she would do if he asked for anything more personal. Or more importantly, she didn’t know if she could keep her composure and refuse.

“First, you can call me Max,” he said, letting his finger tip graze her neck. “Then you can show me what you bought me.”

Crap. “Um, I got what you asked for Mr. Parks, if it’s not the right kind, I can run back out,” she offered, anything to move away from him.

“Show me, Jess,” he said quietly.

Walking forward to the kitchen counter, she tossed the bag on the surface with a little more force than necessary. She upended the bag, spilling the contents.

“See, condoms and lube as requested,” she said with a huff. Turning around to face him her breath caught.

He was still smiling damn him.

“What size condoms did you get?” he taunted.

“Magnums, the clerk promised they’d fit anything, even those with freakish deformities.”

Ok not true, but she was angry and uncomfortable. Maybe he’ll get the clue she wanted to leave. Pronto.

Max looked at her, standing there looking so beautiful. She was fidgeting, like she was going to bolt at any moment. But he couldn’t let her do that, he had to find out once and for all if she was interested in him. It was now or never.

“Well, no freakish deformities here, sweetness, you can check if you want to make sure,” he offered reaching for his towel.

“Shit, no! I mean sorry, no sir, that’s not necessary,” she said, averting her eyes from his waist just in case he whipped off his towel.

“Jess, look at me,” he said gruffly, and with a hint of frustration in his tone.

“Do I scare you?” He had to ask. He knew he probably irritated her, but never considered that maybe she was afraid of him.

“What? No, of course not! I’m just a little uncomfortable standing here with you in a towel, sir,” she responded with her own irritation.

“My name is Maxwell or Max, pick one,” he said taking a step towards her.

This made her step back, her ass bumping into the edge of the counter.

“Unless you like calling me sir, but I’d prefer you only do that in the bedroom,” he said smirking at her.

Holy fuck, did he just say bedroom? No way, she thought.

“Did you just say bedroom?” she parroted.

“Jess, are you going to stand there and tell me you aren’t attracted to me? Because honestly Princess, I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the moment I first saw you.”

Leaning in towards her, he put his hands on either side, trapping her between them.

“Haven’t you wondered what I taste like? Cause I sure as fuck have wondered about you. I want to know what those soft plump lips taste like. I want to know what that sweet neck and those perky as hell breasts taste like.

And Princess, I want to suck your clit so far into my mouth, that I’ll never forget your taste. Ever,” he whispered close to her face. His lips were millimeters from hers. If either one of them moved they’d be kissing.

“Tell me Jess, tell me the truth, you want me to kiss you. You want me to taste every inch of that smoking hot body of yours.

Tell me to take you to the bedroom and strip you naked. Tell me you want me to worship every inch and make you come over and over screaming my name.

Because that would be a promise from me, Princess. I’ll make it my life’s goal to see how many times I can make you come,” he vowed, his lips tickling hers, but not fully touching.

His hand moved from the counter to grip her hip and pull her into his erection. As she bumped his hips the towel loosened and fell to the floor. Then she could feel the heat and hardness of him.

She licked her lips and tried to focus on his eyes. She wasn’t looking down, no way.

“I…uh…” she managed.

“Talk to me, beautiful, am I completely crazy to even make my play?” he asked sounding worried.

“Why now? We’ve known each other for years. Am I just convenient this trip? Honestly, I have to wonder after all this time,” she whispered.

She hated how timid and hurt she sounded. But really, she was supposed to just jump because he was interested all of a sudden?

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, dropping his head to his chest and running his hand through his hair in agitation.

Looking back up at her he said, “Sweets, I own a controlling share in this hotel. I was a silent partner, but once I met you, I started buying up more shares so I’d have more reason to visit,” he admitted.

“Seriously? You own this hotel?” she sputtered.

“Well I control most of it, and I’m one of the owners technically. Usually people frown on bosses dating employees. And I knew you loved your job and I didn’t want to make you more uncomfortable when I visited,” he said.

“So that’s it? You’re the boss and didn’t want to date an employee?” she kept asking.

“No Jess, that’s not it. The first time I met you, I was blown away. No joke, Princess, I couldn’t form words. So I came across like a total asshole.

After that I didn’t know how to change your first impression of me. So I kept being an asshole. I was so fucking nervous around you, I couldn’t be myself.

The last time I visited, I requested some medicine for my allergies, and I expected you to deliver it like usual.

Instead of one your employees came up and when I asked where you were, he said you were out on a date.

That fucking killed me, baby. It tore me up inside more than I’d like to admit. So I swore, this time would be different.

I didn’t have any grand plan worked out as you can see by me requesting condoms and lube,” he said with an embarrassed chuckle.

“You really have liked me for that long?” she asked, chewing her bottom lip as she contemplated the ramifications of what he had just laid out.

He liked her, like really liked her. And she liked him, so what was her next step?  She was clearly the deciding factor here. Did she take the chance?  See if her fairytale could come true?

“Yeah, baby, I’ve liked you for that long,” he admitted, watching her work through what he said. He saw her eyes get a little glassy and hoped he was reading her right.

“Say it Jess, say you want me as bad as I want you. Put us both out of this misery,” he pleaded.

She wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass, but she needed a moment to pause and gather her courage. So she tried a basic distraction technique, although an obvious one.

“Why do you call me Princess?” she asked hoping to get a long, descriptive answer. The more time the better.

“Because, the first time I saw you I thought you looked like a fairytale Princess. I thought you were the sweetest, most innocent looking woman I had ever seen.

Then you turned around and I saw that fucking amazing ass of yours, then I noticed your thighs were thick and delicious looking. So in my mind you turned into my fucking Princess that I wanted to plow hard and mark as mine forever.

I imagined you laid out, your hair spread across my bed and my cum coating your tits.

Are you going to let my dreams come true, Princess?” he finished rubbing his nose up hers, placing a chaste kiss on the tip of hers.

Well, when he said it that way…

“M…Max…” she whispered.

“Jess,” he answered.

“Yes.”

She felt the tension flow out of him as he dropped his forehead to hers and breathed in through his nose. Then she saw his muscles tense as he pushed back enough to bring both of his hands up to cup her face.

“Is that a yes to everything or just one thing in particular?” he asked, looking into her eyes, searching.

“Yes to everything, Max,” she agreed.

She didn’t really care in this moment if she lost her job. If she was branded a hotel harlot for sleeping with a guest. She just wanted him to kiss her.

“Kiss me, Max,” she pleaded.

“With pleasure, Princess,” he growled.

He brought his mouth down onto hers hard, then pulled back as he started nipping at her lips.

Max was coaxing her lips open without forcing her. She started trying to suck his bottom lip into his mouth, which had him pulling in a sharp breath.

Max moaned into her mouth and opened his wide and plunged his tongue into her mouth.

Jess was ready and waiting, her tongue twirling around his, both tasting each other, learning the other’s texture and likes.

He kept the kiss hard and wet, barely letting her up to breathe. Max made sure his rigid cock pressed into her belly, wanting her to have the constant reminder of how she affected him.

He pulled back, then dropped his head back to her forehead as they both struggled to catch their breath.

“Jess, I’m taking you to bed. We’re alone for the night, no one will interrupt us,” he said placing kisses around her eye then to her cheek.

“Please, Max, touch me, make me come,” she said huskily.

“Anything you want, baby,” he said, and bent to sweep her up into his arms.