Hollywood Stardust Supporting Roles - Wilson and Giselle (4 page)

“
The kind that has sex in a
car. I didn’t even take you out yet.” He gave her a light
kiss.

“
Well, what do you think of
me? I just had sex in a car, and all I want to do now is go inside
and polish off that chocolate with you.” In her own way, she had to
make him see this was exactly what she wanted. “Why shouldn’t we
have sex in the car if we want to? It was amazing.”

“
The best.” He gave her
another kiss. “I’ve never had sex in a car before.”

“
Well, then I’m happy to be
the one to pop your car cherry.” Though she wondered how car sex
never happened for him.

“
It was a magnificent first
time.” A vibration radiated out from him.

“
Are you trying to tell me
something?” When another round of vibrations took over his lower
half, she looked down between them.

“
Let me make sure
everything is okay. Then we’ll clean up and I’ll take you out.” He
struggled to get his phone out of his pocket without disturbing
them.

Rather than fight the battle of the phone,
she untangled her limbs from him and returned to her seat. The man
was dead set on some by the book date.

At last, he got to his phone. “Hello.”

She straightened out her dress, hoping they
could just opt for the chocolate and maybe a drive. The weird
silence that happened when someone disconnected from an experience
and delved into real life took over the car. All she could do was
sit there and stare straight ahead at the fogged up windows waiting
to see what was going on. Right here was the perfect example of why
things needed to remain light and fun. Had this been Ivy, she would
have been overly concerned about what was happening.

“
I see. Fine. I’ll be
there.” He hit end on the phone and turned to her.

Of course, there was always the possibility
he got what he wanted out of the date and now wanted to bolt. Then
again, she got what she wanted, but she didn’t want the night to
end. With her fingertip, she drew her signature G in the moisture
on the window.

“
I had some friends doing
some installations on the booths, and there’s an issue with
electricity and a whole mess.” He shook his head and took her
hand.

“
Well, I understand.” At
receiving the non-descript work excuse, she pulled away, happy she
didn’t get in too deep. Her theory was proven yet again. “I’ll see
you around.” No doubt when he wanted sex, he would call. She may or
may not answer.

“
No.” He reclaimed her
hand. “I don’t want tonight to end. I want to be with you. Can we
just check out the club really fast and then we’ll go
out?”

Torn between wanting to tell him to go,
wanting him to stay, and wanting chocolate, she opened the car
door. “Let me change and let’s not forget the chocolate.” First
dates sucked, but orgasms were better when they were shared.

* * * *

GISELLE MIGHT BE THE ONLY GIRL on the
planet, possibly the universe, who didn’t bitch and complain at the
mention of him having to go check on his business rather than go
out.

In fact, she may also be the only person who
wanted sex before a date and wanted chocolate for dinner.

He glanced over at her beauty as he turned
into his parking lot. Her blonde hair glowed in the streetlights
giving her a halo of sorts.

She glanced over at him and raised her
eyebrows. “Do you have any more of those nuts? They’ll go perfect
with the chocolate, and something else.”

Though he’d recently experienced an orgasm
of epic proportions, the burn Giselle mentioned before could
definitely be stoked.

Who was he kidding? He was totally and
utterly taken by the little vixen who’d entered his life
twenty-four hours ago. For once, his brother’s business brought him
something wonderful and amazing. He parked the car and continued to
stare at her.

“
What are you looking at?”
She giggled.

Never before had he experienced this total
comfort around someone, especially someone of the opposite sex and
someone he just met. They just fit, and he wondered if she felt the
same thing. He opened his mouth to ask, but stopped.

“
Wilson.” She touched her
hair. “What are you looking at?”

“
I think that’s obvious.”
Everything about her was luscious.

“
Do I look all right to
meet your friends?” With wide eyes she straightened up in her
seat.

“
I’m afraid my friends
won’t be looking at anything else.” Since he met her, he’d been
acting on impulse, and right now his impulse told him to kiss her.
He gave her a light kiss more than a peck, just enough to taste her
strawberry flavored lip gloss. Talk about a taste sensation. “You
are delicious.”

“
The best is yet to come. I
hope.” After dropping her hint, she opened the car door and hopped
out.

“
Holy mother of god.” His
mouth watered. Didn’t every guy want a girl who was blatant about
what she wanted? Maybe not Logan. Logan wanted a girl where he
could take the lead. Not that it mattered. Wilson wanted a girl who
made innuendos and wasn’t shy about what she wanted. Instead of
sitting here in the car comparing his sex life to his brother’s, he
got out and rushed behind Giselle, putting his arm around her waist
as he let them both in the back.

The sounds of construction greeted them, the
bang of the hammer, a buzz of a saw and some rock music in the
background.

“
Sounds productive.”
Giselle took his hand and weaved her way through the kitchen to the
main room.

They were met with a complete mess. Booths
that were once in place by the walls were now in the middle of the
room, chairs were piled up on tables and everything that had a spot
seemed displaced. What happened to his bar?

“
What happened to Wilson’s
bar?” Giselle marched right into the thick of things and put her
hands on her hips.

Ian and Ned, two of his friends and workers
looked up at her. Actually, looked her over, and that was his cue
to rush across the space and join her. Fine, he did the possessive
move where he put his arm around her. “What’s happened to my
bar?”

Giselle tapped him, stood on her tiptoes and
whispered in his ear, “I just asked that, but by the looks of
things, they messed something up.”

Her logic did have a certain…logic.

At last, Ian spoke up. “We were finishing up
the installation of the booths.”

“
Then what are they doing
in the middle of the room?” Again, Giselle asked the pertinent
question.

He let his hand travel down her waist to her
backside.

“
The booth is supposed to
go here, and we need an outlet here as well.” Ian stood.

“
Let me see.” She stepped
around Ian, went to Ned and stared down at him. With a tilt of her
head, she bent down, nodded and then straightened up and examined
the booth. “The solution is quite simple.”

“
We were just going to put
a table and chairs here instead.” Ian furrowed his brow.

Once more, before Wilson could open his
mouth, she took over.

“
No, that will ruin the
whole look of the joint.” She giggled and spun around to him.
“Joint, get it? Like in the 1920s”

All he could do was nod and watch.

“
Then what would you
suggest, little lady?” Ian used a western accent.

“
Do you think I’m a bimbo?”
She skipped over to Wilson and grabbed his arm. “That’s totally the
wrong era.”

Ian shrugged.

“
What do you think?” Ned
spoke up.

“
Just cut a little hole in
the bottom of the booth, run the wires through a conduit and make
the outlet in the side of the booth. Then once it’s all in place we
can plug a lamp in there, or people can use it to charge their
phones.” She jumped and faced him, a huge smile gracing her
beautiful face. “I think that would be really swell.”

“
That’s an excellent idea.”
He wrapped his arms around her. “Let me guess, you worked for a
contractor?”

“
I worked for an
electrician. It was during my building phase. I worked for the
plumber, the electrician and the carpenter.” She shook her head.
“Oh, by the way, did the plumbing get finished?”

“
Yes, earlier.” Unable to
resist, he leaned down and gave her a kiss. Also, the act firmly
sealed the fact she was taken to the other testosterone laden men
in his joint. “I need to put you on the payroll.”

“
Interesting thought.” As
if getting what he was going for, she wrapped one leg around his,
put her arms around his neck and gave him a deep kiss, complete
with tongue.

“
I have some other
thoughts.” He hadn’t sported this many erections in a twenty-four
hour period since he could remember, especially erections with
potential. “And the thoughts include your gorgeous
gams.”

She slid her lips up to his ear. “Then let’s
get rid of the buzz kills who don’t know all the hip to the jive
talk and we’ll go make whoopee.”

“
Do as she says.” He
motioned toward his friends and focused on Giselle.

“
Yeah, go make some
whoopee.” Ned laughed. “Sex and letting loose agrees with
you.”

Yes, he was utterly taken by the beautiful
tomato in his arms, she defied every rule and made some of her own.
She was the proverbial bee’s knees.

“
BYE!” GISELLE WAVED TO
IVY, collected her purse, her briefcase and her
sunglasses.

“
Wait, wait, wait.” Still
in her same vintage 1940s pink bathrobe she’d owned since college,
Ivy dashed into the tiny living room of their apartment. “Did you
get another job?”

Ivy might be her best friend and her
roommate, but she wasn’t her mommy. Giselle narrowed her eyes and
turned toward the mother hen. “Have you had sex with Logan
yet?”

“
What does that have to do
with your job?” Ivy crossed her arms.

“
Exactly.” She lifted her
chin.

“
Come on.” Ivy did the
thing where she pursed her lips.

“
Fine.” No man or woman
could resist the pursed lips. Thank god, she became immune in
junior high. “Everything will work out. I have a job, and I’ll see
you later.” Without wanting to explain further, she patted Ivy’s
head, spun on her heel and left.

She got in her car, turned
up her music and made her way to Hollywood. At this time of day,
after the morning rush hour, there was little traffic and within
the timespan of five of her favorite songs
du jour
, she arrived at Wilson’s
Bar.

Lucky for her, Wilson lived above the bar
and his car was in his spot. She slid into the space next to his,
wondering if she should ask him if she could have her name painted
on the slot. Maybe she needed to work there a little more
first.

Before getting out of the car, she checked
her reflection in the mirror and grabbed her things. Satisfied she
was ready for this undertaking, she got out and went right to the
back door, no doubt the employee’s entrance, and knocked.

Yes, she might have had sex with her new
boss multiple times, but now she wanted to appear professional, and
she straightened up, jutted her chest out and held her briefcase
firmly by her side. She waited for quite some time and then knocked
again.

At last, the door opened, and she stopped
herself from smiling at a disheveled Wilson in a pair of sweats and
a tight t-shirt, his hair askew, a little stubble and no shoes.

“
You look the same after we
have sex, except naked.” She let out a laugh.

“
Did I forget a day date or
something? I thought we were going out tonight.” He rubbed his hand
over his face and stepped back, motioning for her to come
inside.

“
Oh, we’re going out
tonight. I just wanted to hit the ground running.” As she passed
him, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You’re cute when you just
wake up.”

“
Well, we could both still
be sleeping if you stayed here like I asked you to.” He shut the
door and stumbled over to the coffeemaker.

Staying there smacked of a little too much
relationship for her. “I didn’t mean to wake you, but I didn’t have
a key and didn’t know what time to be here.”

“
You’re always welcome
here.” His voice came out strained from yawning, and he leaned on
the counter.

She joined him at the coffeemaker, poured
him a mug, handed it to him and patted his back. “Go do whatever
you do, and I’ll get started. Maybe when you’re ready we can have a
meeting and go over some of my ideas.”

After taking a big gulp, he nodded. “Have
some coffee, and give me a few, I’ll be right back.”

“
Okay.” Once more she
kissed him. It was just too much fun. “Is it all right if I kiss
you in this setting?”

“
Babe, you can kiss me in
any setting.” He gave her another kiss, took his coffee, and waved
as he went back up the stairs.

Thus far, their arrangement worked
perfectly. Humming a little tune, she took her drink and her items
and went to the front room. She set up for her meeting, getting her
monogrammed pad out with her notes and setting out several writing
implements.

No sooner had she plugged
her phone into the outlet on the side of the booth than the thing
rang. A quick glance at the caller ID revealed it was Ivy’s mom.
Though she didn’t want to take personal calls at work, she was
ready and still waiting for Wilson to get started.
“
Hola
momma.”