Taking Chances (4 page)

I wake up cocooned in a warm, soft duvet, surrounded by big fluffy pillows. It feels like I’m sleeping on a cloud. Right now no one could pay me enough to leave this bed.
I wonder if anyone would notice if I packed this bed in my suitcase.

The hot steamy memories of my dream with Jason flash in my mind. It was one of the most intense realistic dreams I’ve ever had. I swear I can feel his lips and hands all over my body. I shift in my bed realizing I’m completely naked. I crack an eye open and peek under my blanket, then it hits me I'm not in my room and that wasn’t a dream.

Oh my God, I’ve slept with my boss!

I slept with Jason. This is exactly why I don't drink. Whenever I do, I let my guard down and make stupid decisions.

I look around Jason’s room and it’s completely empty. Not surprising, he’s a
fuck ‘em and leave ‘em
kinda guy,
so why would I think I’d be the exception. Of course, I'm used to ushering off his latest bimbos, but I never thought I’d have to escort myself out of his bed. I hate myself and I hate him for just sneaking off in the night, after asking me to take this chance with him and me stupidly saying yes. Don’t be stupid Nina, of course, he’d say that. He’d say anything to get into your pants. He’s just like all the other jaded assholes in LA. I can’t believe I let this happen.

I climb out of bed and all I can see are images of him eating me out at the restaurant, me giving him a hand job in a full elevator, and making love in his bed. Then him waking me up in the middle of the night to have me again.

Fuck! It was the best damn sex I’ve ever had.

No, Nina, he’s an asshole who used you.

I start picking up my clothes from the floor when I hear Jason enter the room. I spin around on my heels and see Jason walking through the door carrying a tray with coffee, orange juice and two plates with waffles and strawberries.

My favorite breakfast.
He remembered.

“Hey, what are you doing out of bed?” he asks setting the tray down on the dresser. Heaven help me, he’s dressed in the gray sweat pants from my dreams. His sculpted chest on full display and his hair has the
I just got fucked
messy look. God, he looks so damn good. Focus Nina, last night was a mistake. You can’t let it happen again.

I quickly cover myself up with my dress feeling slightly embarrassed for him to see my naked body in the bright morning sun. I love my body. I love every curve and every freckle. But I'm not like the wafer thin models and actresses that Jason usually goes home with. I have real curves and real breasts, something Jason isn't used to. Although he didn't seem to mind last night. In fact, he couldn't get enough of my body.

“I thought you left.” My voice is shaky and nervous.

“I just went to get room service.” He takes a few steps toward me. “Did you think I skipped out on you?” He pauses right in front of me, sliding his fingers under my chin tilting my eyes up to his. “Nina. I would never do that to you. Everything I said to you last night is true.”

I take a few steps back. “Jason last night was a mistake. I never should have let that happen. You are my boss.”

“Believe me, I know all of this. But you can’t tell me last night didn’t mean something or that it didn’t feel right.” He takes a step forward. “I know you wanted this to happen just as much as I did. For God’s sake Nina, you told me you masturbated in my bed while thinking about me. You can't tell me you didn't want this to happen.”

“Okay, yes I wanted this to happen. I’ve wanted this for so long, but it doesn’t excuse the fact that it was wrong. Jason, if this were to get out, if anyone had seen us in the restaurant or in the elevator and goes to the press, I’ll lose my job. A job that I love by the way. I will get blacklisted in Hollywood, and have to go back to living in my parents’ basement in Chicago.”

“No one is going to find out about us.” He closes the space between us and grabs my dress pulling it away. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me, Nina. I love your body. I want to see every inch of you.” He rests his hand on my hip, pulling me to him.

I brace my hands against his chest. He's hard yet tender under my fingers. “Jason we can't do this. I work for you.”

"I don't give a fuck. You can be my employee during the day, but at night, I want you in my bed. I want you writhing and begging for me to make you come. I want to fuck this tight little pussy of yours every night.”

He presses me firmly against him, and I feel his cock already growing hard under his sweat pants. My head is spinning, he’s clouding my mind with his words and it’s working. I feel the heat pooling between my legs. My head is saying no, but my body is winning this battle.

“Okay, but we have to have some ground rules. When we’re in public, whether it be movie sets, interviews, or premieres, we’re completely professional. No touching, kissing, or slipping your hands under my skirt.”

“I can deal with that, but that means as soon as we are behind closed doors you’re all mine to have any way I want,” he says in a gruff dark tone. His eyes turning dark like the sea during a storm and I can feel them burning into me.

“I can live with that. This will just be our dirty little secret.” I relax in his arms. My whole body humming with pleasure.

“Boy, is it ever going to be dirty. Now get those stockings and garter back on and get that sexy ass back in my bed,” he demands.

“Well, I would, but you kind of destroyed the only one I brought…" I hold up the tattered remains of my lace garter, “…and what is it with your fascination with these anyway.”

“It all started that morning we first met. I walked into Susan’s office and saw you bent over picking up some papers off the floor. I caught a glimpse of the clasp on your garter through the slit in your skirt. Ever since then I’ve been obsessed with seeing you in nothing but garters and sexy lingerie.” He grabs his wallet off the dresser and pulls out his credit card. “Here take this and go buy some new ones while I'm on set. Buy out the fucking store, because when you're with me, I want you in nothing but these.”

“Whatever you want, boss man.” It’s funny he says that I’m the reason, because that particular day, I wore that outfit to impress him.

I glance over at the alarm clock by Jason’s bed quickly realizing we have to be on set in two hours. “Shit! Jason, we have to get you ready to be on set soon.”

Jason looks at the clock. “That’s not for another two hours. You’re not on the clock yet, Nina. So for the next hour the only thing you’ll be on is my cock,” he playfully slaps my ass, “now get that ass in my bed.”

Jason and I are racing through the hotel lobby to the car waiting out by the curb. Our hour ended up turning into an hour and a half. We just couldn't get enough of each other. It was like we’re making up for the past eighteen months of secretly pining for each other. It still feels a little wrong, me sleeping with my boss, but we’re just so damn good together. Our dirty little secret could end up being our complete and utter demise, but I don't even want to think about the consequences right now.

The driver opens the door for us, and I slide inside with Jason gliding in next to me. He immediately puts up the privacy partition as the driver pulls out into traffic. As soon as we are in complete privacy Jason rests a hand on my thigh.

“Jason, we’re in public. You’re not allowed to put your hands on me like that when we’re in public,” I scold checking emails on my phone.

“No one can see us, Nina,” he replies sliding his hand further up my thigh.

I slap his hand away from my leg. “It doesn’t matter. If we’re going to do this, you will follow the rules, and the biggest rule is no touching in public. Oh, and…” I reach into my purse and pull out Jason’s credit card, “…I don’t want you buying me things. Can’t take this. I feel weird about spending your money.”

“Nina, no, take it.” He holds his hands up away from me. “Besides, you spend my money all the time.”

“Yeah, to buy the stuff
you
need.” I stuff the card into his jacket pocket.

“This is technically something I want, and besides, I owe you for destroying your underwear last night.” He grabs the card from his pocket and sticks it back in my hand. I’ve never seen a man so desperate for a woman to spend his money.

“Jason, I can’t. It feels wrong. I can buy my own lingerie. Please just let me pay for it. It’ll make me feel more comfortable about all of this.” Jason offering to buy me lingerie is sweet, but it makes feel a little like a prostitute. He’s already paying me to be his assistant and don't want to feel like he’s paying me to have sex with him as well. I’d feel better about it if I was his girlfriend, but right now I don’t know exactly what we are.

I hand him back his card and this time he takes it without argument. “Okay, but I will find a way to pay you back.”

“I think the six orgasms you gave me this morning were more than adequate payment.” I give him a sideways glance. He has a big prideful smile on his face. This man is a fucking God in the sack, I don't think I’ve ever had six orgasms without the use of a vibrator before meeting Jason. And if we weren’t in this SUV right now, I'd see if we could go for number seven. I might be slightly addicted to him.

After going over Jason’s schedule with him, I left him on the set and took the car into the city to do a little shopping. The car drops me off at Agent Provocateur where I know I’ll find some beautiful things to wear for him. I kind of like knowing that I'm the reason for his obsession with this stuff.

I step inside the shop and I'm immediately drawn to the racks of garter belts. I pick out a variety of silk and lacy ones then grab a few matching bras and panties. While looking at the stockings my phone rings. I pull it out of my purse and notice that it's my best friend, Lydia.

“Hey, Lydia! What’s up?”

“Hi, Nina. Susan just wanted me to see if Jason had a chance to read over those scripts.”

Shit! In my sex haze, I’d completely forgotten about having Jason finish reading those damn scripts. “He got through a couple of them on the flight here, but he was a little distracted last night. I’ll have him look over the last one when he gets done on set today.”

“Distracted, huh? Let me guess, he met some chick at the hotel bar.” She laughs.

“You could say that,” I say with a nervous laugh.

“Nina, are you okay? You sound weird.”

“I’m fine, it’s just jet lag.”

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

“Nina come on, I know you better than that. Something’s up. Now out with it,” she demands with a hint of annoyance in her tone.

Lydia can always tell when I’m lying even if she can’t see my face. She says I have a tell in my voice. Stepping into one of the dressing rooms, I close the door and take a seat on the little bench and take in a nervous breath.

“I slept with Jason last night.”

“You what?”
Her shrieks are almost deafening in my ear. “Damn it! That means I lost the bet to Julie. Son of a bitch.”

“You two twisted bitches are betting on me?” I can’t believe those two are wagering on Jason and me. Julie took over for me at Susan’s office when I left to start working for Jason. She instantly became good friends with me and Lydia, maybe too good of friends.

“Well, just when the two of you would finally bang…” she says sheepishly through the phone. “It’s about damn time the two of you did. Every time I'm around the both of you, I need cigarette from all the sexual heat radiating off the two of you.”

“Lydia you can’t say anything to anybody about this. Not even to Julie. I could get fired.” Lydia and her big damn mouth. I'm sure the whole damn building heard her scream.

“Of course, I'm not going to say anything, sweetie. So how was it?”

“It was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had. He’s a fucking God in the sack.” I can feel my whole body flush with excitement.

“I had a feeling he’d be phenomenal with all those women lined up to go ten rounds with him. So what are you guys like dating now? Or just fucking?”

“I guess we’re just fucking and seeing where it goes.” We haven’t made it past the sex part and I don’t really want to classify it as us dating because once we cross that line, Jason becomes horrible in that department. He has a shitty track record when it comes to relationships.

“Well, just enjoy the hot dirty sex sweetie, and let that boy put the oh in your
‘Oh Canada’
for a while.”

Seriously Lydia?
Well, at least, she keeps her bad jokes regional.

“I know I should, but I can’t seem to get past the part that he’s my boss.”

“Who fucking cares, Nina. You guys are fucking hot for each other. I know Jason is fucking crazy about you, so right now just focus on that. Obviously, keep it professional when you aren’t fucking, though. And I won’t say anything, and I’ve got your back if anything does surface.”

“Thanks, Lydia. You always know what to say to put me at ease. All right I better get going, I need to get back to the hotel and finish up some work before Jason gets back.”

“So you guys can fuck some more, huh?” she teases.

“Stop it, Lydia.” But she’s so right, I can’t wait to have Jason back on his bed and over every other damn surface in our room.

“Bye, sweetie.”

“Bye, Lydia.”

I hang up and drop my phone back into my purse. I look over the pile of bras and panties in my lap and decide to take Lydia's advice and just focus on none other than Jason, and just have some fun. I slip out of my clothes and try on the red satin bra and thong set with matching garter and fishnet stockings. I grab my phone again and take a quick picture then text it to Jason. I give myself a look in the mirror and damn I look hot. Just then my phone buzzes. It’s Jason.
That was fast
.

Jason
:
Fuck, Nina are you trying to kill me?

Me
:
I take it you approve of this one? :)

Jason
:
Fuck, yes I do. You better be wearing that when I get back to the hotel.

Me
:
Whatever you want.

Jason
:
I can’t wait to fuck that pretty pussy of yours. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I can even still smell you on me.

Me
:
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either. Can’t wait to get you all to myself tonight.

Jason
:
I’m all yours beautiful. See you tonight.

Me
:
See you later handsome.

I finish up at the lingerie store then have the car drop me off back at the hotel. I'm practically floating through the lobby, still riding high from my little stunt in the dressing room. I’m glad Jason approves of my selections. It’s kind of fun dressing up for him.

I arrive back to our room and set to work on my little surprise. I called ahead to the concierge desk and had them deliver a couple bottles of Jason’s favorite champagne to the room, giving them time to become nice and chilled before he comes home. I head to my room and lay out all the lingerie I bought on my bed. Running my hand over the satin and lace imagining Jason's reaction to me wearing these.

I slip out of my clothes and put on the red set as per Jason’s request. I let my hair down from my messy bun and freshen the curls, spray on a little of my lilac perfume, then walk out to the living room to grab the champagne. Just as I grab the bottle the door opens and Jason steps inside. I run out from the kitchen and lean up against the piano and wait for him to come around the corner.

Jason stops dead in his tracks when he spots me. “Wow! Nina, you look so beautiful.” He’s eyeing me up and down taking me all in. I love the way he looks at me. Makes me feel so sexy.

“Welcome home, Jason.”

He slowly strides over to me sliding off his jacket and baseball cap then tossing them to the floor. His hungry eyes devouring every inch of me. He closes the space between us and dips his head down sealing his lips over mine. His warm tongue pushing inside my mouth. He wraps his strong arms around my waist lifting me off my feet. I deepen our kiss, sucking and biting at his perfect full lips. I love the way he tastes.