Taking Chances (2 page)

Fucking Nina, busting my balls before I’ve had my first cup of coffee. Her and that damn mouth. I'd like to sew it shut, but it would be more fun to stick my dick in it instead. To make matters worse, she’s wearing those damn black rimmed glasses of hers. She thinks they make her look nerdy, but I think they make her look sexy and fuckable. I just want to see her in nothing but those glasses.

She was wearing those damn things the morning we met. I walked into Susan’s office and she was bent over picking up some papers off the floor, I got a nice eye full of her ass in her tight black pencil skirt. When she stood up, she turned around and I got a full view of her. She was all curves and tits and those fucking glasses. It took everything I had in me to fight back the hard on she was giving me. She looked like a sexy librarian with her white button up blouse and her hair pulled up in a high ponytail. My first instinct was to bend her over Susan's desk and make her fucking scream. Then Susan had to ruin everything by—one, coming back into her office and two, by telling me that gorgeous creature was going to be my new personal assistant.
Cockblocking bitch
. What the hell was she thinking pairing me up with such a beautiful woman when she knows I can’t resist.

At first, I was able to bury my need to fuck her because she seemed like an ass kissing priss, but then one morning after a hard night of drinking and me giving her a hard time, she did a complete one-eighty on me and verbally kicked my ass all over my apartment. That was the first time I jerked off to the image of her in those glasses. Just the way she doesn't take my shit and puts me in my place gets me so fucking hard. No one woman has ever spoken to me like that before, and God help me it's fucking hot.

I take a few hardy swigs of my coffee then climb out of bed. I’m already sporting a tent under my boxers with the effect this woman has on me. I know she works for me, but I can't fucking take another year and a half of blue ball hell and not having her in my bed and under me. I’m tired of these one night stands with randoms, who only want me for my celebrity status. I want something real, I want Nina and by the end of tonight she
will
be mine.

I come downstairs showered and dressed carrying my suitcase in one hand and my laptop in the other. I drop my bag off by the front door, then walk to the kitchen to grab my backpack. I stop dead in my tracks when I see Nina putting the dishes away in the cabinet. As she reaches up to the upper cabinet to put some plates away, her dress lifts up just enough to expose the blue lace of her panties and the subtle curve of her gorgeous ass. The image hits me right in the dick. Nina’s ass could make the strongest of men drop to their knees at the mere sight of it. It’s so round and plump, I just want to sink my teeth into it.

I drop my gaze when she turns to grab another dish from the dishwasher. Her chocolate brown eyes light up when she spots me. “Hey, boss man. The car should be here any minute. Oh, and...” she grabs a stack of scripts from the counter and hands them to me, “…here’s some reading material for you on the plane. Susan wants you to read through these and see which one you want to be added to your schedule.”

I grab them from her hand and stuff them into my backpack feeling her watching my every move. She doesn't think I notice the way she looks at me, that I don't notice the way her eyes linger on my arms and especially my hands like she's thinking about all the dirty things I can and will do to her with them. Just wait sweetheart, tonight you'll know just how skillful I am with these hands, my tongue and my dick.

I sling my backpack over my shoulder and suck in a nervous breath. “Hey Nina, when we get to Vancouver would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

“Sure. Did you want to go over your shooting schedule?”

“No. I thought we could just have a meal and maybe talk about something other than work.”

“Okay, sounds great.” She flashes me a soft smile just as we hear the concierge over the PA informing us the car is waiting downstairs. “We better get going,” I rasp.

“Yeah, we better.”

We walk in silence to the door. The images of Nina naked under me all sweaty and writhing, flashing in my head. Just have make it to Vancouver.

The plane touched down in Vancouver just after three. Jason had to go straight to the set for a last minute costume fitting while I opted to head to the hotel to get us checked in and answer a few emails.

As we got closer to Vancouver, I noticed Jason was acting a little strange. He’s already a little off the cuff, but this was different. He seemed distracted. He kept fidgeting in his seat and he couldn’t concentrate on reading his scripts. I asked if he was okay, but he just brushed it off as just being nervous about flying. Which is total bullshit. I know him better than anyone, so I know something is up, and tonight at dinner I'm going to pry it out of him.

Once at the hotel, I find out the production company has screwed up our reservations putting Jason and me in a penthouse suite, instead of two smaller suites next door to each other, like I had requested. The suite has three bedrooms, but I don’t exactly want to be within a hundred feet of Jason and whatever groupie ho he decides to bring back to the room. It's bad enough I have to usher them out in the morning, I don't need it thrown in my face that it's not me he's fucking into submission.

Just my luck the hotel is completely booked. Which means, at least for the weekend, I’m stuck sharing a room with my boss.

The bellboy leads me up to the penthouse floor. He opens the double doors to the suite and my mouth drops open when I see the breathtaking view from the grand living space. There’s a wall of windows with a gorgeous view of the city, which I can’t wait to see all lit up tonight. I step further inside and see a sunken living room with a large black leather couch nestled in front of a gas fireplace surrounded by bookshelves filled with books, knick-knacks, and freshly cut flowers. In the far corner of the living area there’s a grand piano sitting in front of the bay of windows, and across from the piano is a long dark wood dining table, that leads into the big open kitchen.

The bellboy drops off the bags. I slip him a ten for his help. As soon as the door closes behind him I run to check out the rest of the suite. I find two guest bedrooms, both are identical. Each with a queen size beds and their own bathrooms, and a view that’s just as impressive as in the living room. Then I stumble upon the master suite, which is bigger than my entire apartment back in LA. I charge for the massive king sized bed and leap on top of the big fluffy pillows.

While staring up at the ceiling wishing I could live in this bed my imagination takes over, and the next thing I see is Jason climbing over me. The image is so vivid I can almost reach out and trace my finger along the tattoo of his favorite quote,
‘When you lose touch with yourself, you lose yourself in the world,’
above his heart. He’s wearing just a pair of gray sweat pants, his toned muscular chest on full display. I just want to run my tongue along his chiseled six pack abs. He's looking down at me through dark hooded eyes, licking his lips in anticipation. That look sends a wave of pleasure down between my legs. I pinch my thighs together, the ache building as I imagine him slipping one of his strong hands under my dress and teasing my wet slit through my panties while the other hand roughly pulls down the top of my dress exposing my full breasts. His warm mouth devouring my hard little buds.

I can’t help but slip my hand inside my panties. God, I'm so fucking wet already. I can't believe the effect this man has on me. He’s my boss, and it's a constant daily struggle of me wanting to be the good employee when all I really want to do is sit on his face.

Lost in my dirty thoughts, I can feel myself beginning to teeter on the edge when I hear Jason’s voice calling out to me from the living room, pulling me back into reality. I quickly pull my hand from panties and race for the bathroom to wash my hands and splash a little cold water on my face before heading out to meet him.

I find Jason sitting at the piano, playing a soft melody and humming to himself. I love when he plays and sings. He has such a beautiful voice. I've told him he should record an album. All his fangirls would go nuts over that. I know it sure gets my motor running.

“Hey, boss man. I guess they told you about the mix-up with the rooms?” I ask slumping down onto the couch.

“It wasn’t a mix-up, I asked them to put us in one suite,” he says between strokes of the keys.

Okay, now he’s being even weirder. First the plane and now he wants us sharing a room. “Why would you do that?”

"It’ll just be easier having you here with me. You know so you can make sure I’m up and ready to leave for the set on time.”

That makes sense, but I still would have done that even with us in separate rooms. There’s definitely something going on here and I need to figure it out.

“I’m going to go take a nap before we head out for dinner.” Jason gets up from the piano and walks over to grab his bag by the door. “Oh, and Nina…” he pauses and turns to look at me, “…make sure you wear something nice tonight. Something other than jeans and a T-shirt.” He turns then disappears down the hallway to his bedroom.

I smile to myself thinking about him sleeping in the very bed I just fingered myself in, then my mind goes to him wanting us to share this suite, to this dinner, and why is it so important for me to dress up? Boss man is definitely acting strangely.

After Jason had gone to sleep, I spent the rest of the afternoon answering emails, setting up interviews, and checking up on Jason's social media accounts. Before I know it it's after six and I’m still a mess. I go back to my room to throw myself together. I opt for the room furthest away from Jason's, just in case he happens to bring back an extra from the set one night.

Unzipping my suitcase, I pull out the only nice dress I packed. I brought it for the premiere Jason has in a few weeks in New York. It's an off-the-shoulder black dress with a sweetheart neckline that hits me just above the knees. It’s sexy yet professional enough for working a big event. I hang it up on the back of the bathroom door hoping the steam from the shower will help take some of the wrinkles out. I turn on the shower, letting it heat up as I slip out of my clothes. Stepping into the shower, I let the hot water wash away the remains of this weird day.

Finishing up in the shower I turn off the water and wrap a towel around me then walk back into the bedroom. I rummage through my suitcase and pull out the lingerie I brought to wear with my dress. A black lace strapless bra with matching panties and garter.

As I clip the last clasp of the garter to my silk stockings, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror above the dresser. I slightly wish Jason could see me in this. I started adding more garters and lovely lingerie to my wardrobe after hearing Jason say in an interview that he thinks it’s sexy when women wear garters. I guess subconsciously I thought one day I would get my head out of my ass and tell him how I really feel about him. Wanting him to do every dirty filthy thing I know he does with his other girls, to me. But I won't because he's my boss and I love my job too much.

Seven-thirty on the dot, Jason knocks on my bedroom door. I open the door and
fuck me
he’s wearing a suit. It’s my favorite black Tom Ford suit, the one that makes his eyes pop. Underneath he’s wearing a crisp white button-up shirt with the top two buttons left open, giving me a tease of his chest hair. He’s freshly shaven, which makes me slightly sad, I hate when he has to shave for movies. He looks so damn good with a beard.

Jason’s eyes slowly rake over me. His eyes darkening as he drinks every inch of me in. Makes me feel like a lamb about to be pounced on by the lion. He's never looked at me like that before and damn if I don't love the way it feels.

“Wow! Nina, you look beautiful.” His tongue traces along his lower lip, and I wonder what dirty thoughts are running through his mind while his eyes trail down to my breasts.

“You did say to wear something nice and this is the nicest dress I’ve brought with me.”

“You look great. Shall we?” He steps aside letting me take the lead. I can feel his eyes on me the entire walk to the elevator.

As the doors open, he places his hand gently on my lower back, ushering us into the elevator. His touch sending an electrical surge through my entire body. I’ve hugged Jason many times before and he's tackled me during games of flag football with his family, but it’s never sent a jolt like that through me before.
What the hell is going on?

During the elevator ride down to the restaurant he stays pretty quiet, but I keep catching him stealing glances at me through the mirrors that line the walls. I’ve seen him look at other women like this before. I have dreamt that one day he’d look at me like I was the only woman in the room and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. It feels damn good to be the object of his attention. I just wonder how long it will last.

His hand returns to my lower back as we exit the elevator at the restaurant. His touch is making it hard for me to focus on anything else.

The hostess leads us to our booth in the quietest part of the restaurant. The lights are dim with just the flicker of candles illuminating each table. I slide into the booth and Jason takes his seat across from me. The waiter comes by to grab our drink order.

“I’ll just have water, thank you.”

“Come on Nina, you’re off the clock. You can order a real drink,” Jason insists.

“I’m never off the clock when we’re on location, Jason.”

“Tonight you’re not my employee, and I’m not your boss. Just order the damn drink,” his gruff tone demands.

I relent and order a dirty martini with extra olives. Which of course makes Jason happy, bringing out his killer watt smile. The one that made me weak in the knees the day we met.

A few minutes later the waiter returns with our drinks then takes our food order. After he leaves, I sit back against the leather booth and take a sip of my martini.

“Are you feeling better after your nap? You seemed a bit off earlier today?” I ask.

“I told you I was just nervous about flying and starting this new project,” Jason says from behind his glass.

“Oh, please Jason, I know you better than that. Christ, I know what size boxers you wear. So I sure as hell know when you are acting weird. So what's going on?” I challenge.

“Jesus! Nina can’t we just have one damn meal without you busting my fucking balls. Can we just have one night where it's just us? No work talk. No, you busting my chops.”

I can see he’s visually annoyed by my prodding. I do tend to overdo it with busting his balls. I think it’s more of a defense mechanism to keep me from thinking of him as anything more than just my boss.