Page 17 of A Vegas Crush Collection #2

“Congratulations, Ally, we both felt you were the best suited for this assignment. Do you have any additional questions?” Talia tells her from behind her desk, looking so fucking hot with her glasses perched on her nose, her long hair down over her shoulders, and her tight skirt hugging all the right places as she fishes around in the file drawer for something.

I’ve spent two hours in the presence of this smart, incredibly sexy woman.

I’ve tried to stay focused on the interviews, but I’m not sure if I have successfully masked my attraction.

Especially since the mention of the kiss—

“Thank you for the opportunity to help out,” Ally says brightly, interrupting my musings.

“Boris, I still think we need to have that conversation to talk more about the role before I can get started. How about right now?” I look to Talia just as her office phone rings.

She motions that we should go ahead without her and picks up the call.

Just a few moments later, Ally is making note of the fact I do not drink coffee as we sit down at the Starbucks on the corner.

She’s got long, brown hair and bright green eyes.

She’s striking, I suppose, but in a harsh way.

Her features are sharp like her tone. Pretty much everything about her is sharp.

To the point, she lacks warmth. It doesn’t matter, of course. Her job is to keep me on task.

“Do you have specific food preferences?” She starts jotting notes into her phone.

“No. I’m not picky. Though I do not love onions.”

“Noted,” she says. “Tell me about your practice schedule.”

I walk her through our pre-season schedule, including additional training and conditioning sessions. Then I mention my concussion protocol and ongoing muscle therapy.

“Ms. Wentworth was right. You do have a lot going on.”

“I do, and the season is long. We are on the road for days on end so it can be hard to figure out how to fit other things in. But you need to know my appointments with Talia are critical. She’s helping me out of a…

situation, and it’s important she gets the time she needs with me while we sort it out.

” I don’t feel I owe Ally any more than this right now.

After she’s signed an NDA and a contract maybe, but not yet.

“How does your dyslexia affect your daily life?”

I breathe in and out through my nose and push my lips to one side while I think.

“I function just fine. Playing hockey does not require a lot of reading, as you can imagine, so I’m not affected much there.

At home, I do have some issues with paying bills on time, and sometimes with paying the right amount.

I can use someone to organize by due date and instruct on amounts, for sure. ”

“I can probably do you one better by setting up auto pay on most of your bills. They’ll just take what they need when it’s due and you won’t have to do anything at all.”

“That would be great. I live very simply. I would like access to some funds of course, but most of what is left after bills will be sent to my investment accounts with Talia.”

“Okay, we’ll get things set up. Do you have an account already with her?”

“No,” I say, sounding surprised even to my own ears. “I have spoken to her so many times, but we haven’t opened the account yet.”

“I’ll make you an appointment to set things up for your new money. If she works things out with the previous investment managers, she can add it in.”

“I will take your word for that.”

Ally is a taskmaster. She grills me about my life, which I realize sounds very boring as I talk about it.

She says she’ll set up automatic grocery delivery for my staples and asks me to make a list while we are here.

She asks if I would be comfortable with her having a key to my apartment so she can meet the delivery and also manage my bills.

Do I want that? I’m a very private person, so do I want someone in my home without my knowledge? “I’ll have to think about that,” I say.

As we finish, she asks, “Do you have children, a wife or girlfriend?”

I shake my head realizing it’s a valid question, even though I find it annoying.

“Good,” she says. “Okay, I’ll work up a plan and text you tomorrow.”

I nod, standing. After I pick up a cup of coffee to go for Talia, we quickly and silently walk back to the office.

Talia is peering at her computer screen as we enter but she smiles widely when I hand her the paper cup. “That is the best thing I’ve seen all day.”

I want to tell her that her beautiful smile is the best thing I’ve seen all day. It nearly made my heart stop, if I’m being honest. I can’t tell her though. It’s inappropriate considering our working relationship.

Instead, I just nod and sit down. I witness Ally sign the NDA and contract, which will only be effective once her references have been contacted.

Talia made it clear to Ally that a thorough background check would take place before any access was granted to my personal business.

I could end up in the same situation I was before if I’m not cautious.

Ally signs the documents and tells Talia we need to set up a time to get an investment account established so that she can work with Crush finance to assure anything above and beyond living expenses gets invested.

Talia says she and I can work on getting the account established, no problem, and Ally says she would like to start by setting up regular investment meetings twice a month.

They converse as if I’m not in the room, after which Ally turns to me and promises we’ll work on more personal issues in the next few days.

I attempt to shake her hand but she goes in for a hug instead, wrapping her arms around me and pressing herself flush against my body.

I stand stiffly as it happens, my eyes flitting to Talia, whose eyebrows are raised high on her forehead.

Ally walks out. What the hell just happened?

As soon as she’s out the door, I voice my thoughts. “Ally is…aggressive.”

“You can’t sleep with her.”

Shocked by the comment, I turn sharply to find Talia studiously poring over something on her desk. She appears to look uninterested, but the slight crease between her eyes gives her away. Is she angry at me?

“I would never cross a professional line like that.”

She stares up at me, eyes narrowed and dark, her pretty mouth set in a subtle frown.

I have a very serious urge to take her in my arms and kiss that frown away.

I know that thought is taboo though, so I take a deep breath and try to will it away.

I expect her to say more on the matter but instead, her cheeks turn pink as she looks around, her eyes ultimately landing on a blank space on the wall.

“I’ll set up the account appointment in a week,” she says finally, her eyes still directed at the wall.

“I’ll work through Ally to set it up. Hopefully I can get some information from your Russian investment managers by then. ”

I start to thank her but am thrown off when she stands abruptly, mumbling something about needing the restroom. Stepping around the corner into her tiny office bathroom, she goes in and shuts the door behind her with a bang.

Is that my cue to leave? Is she upset? Because I did what she asked and hired Ally? I signed up with her firm as a client. What the fuck did I do wrong? And even worse, why on earth does she think I would ever consider sleeping with Ally?

Frustrated, I leave her office and take a slow walk back to my apartment.

Later, when I’m picking at my uninspiring microwaved dinner, I remember our first dinner together and Talia moaning out loud when she took a bite of her hamburger.

While playing on the Xbox, a character with white-blonde hair and black glasses appears in the game and instantly reminds me of Talia.

While watching sports highlights on TV, one of the feature stories is about a baseball player whose name I recognized on the files in Talia’s office. I wonder if they have ever met, and if so, how well they know each other.

I cannot shake thoughts of Talia Wentworth from invading my head no matter what I do. She’s always there, tempting me to my most private fantasies where she’s at center stage.

Later, when I’m enjoying the hot spray of the shower on my skin, I’m still wondering what in the hell that was between us in her office earlier, and why she seemed so flustered.

But since I’m all alone, I am one hundred percent free to indulge myself in a much-needed whack session while I think about her.

Of course, my thoughts on the lovely Talia only grow more focused as the hot water washes my long day away.

The shape of her lips. The color of her eyes.

That pale skin I’d like to taste, and that long blonde hair of hers I’d like to tug on.

The way her cheeks and chest flush when she’s upset.

How much I’d love the chance to soothe her upset feelings away.

I imagine what she looks like naked, knowing it has to be a spectacular sight, and wonder what she’s like during sex.

I go further and picture her with me in the shower as I take my cock in hand and give it a good stroke.

The things I’d love to do to her tiny, sexy body if she were right here with me, naked, wet, and willing in my arms. I’d have her screaming my name in pleasure until we were forced out because the hot water was drained.

Then I’d take great care in toweling all that creamy skin dry before carrying her to my bed and having her again until my cock stopped working.

Yes, it has been a while since I’ve fucked.

But Talia has me far more wound up than any other woman. Everything about her turns me on.

The strokes up and down my shaft become faster, a twist at the end of each pass just to help things along. My thighs and abs start to tense and tighten as the familiar sensations start from my balls, signaling that I’m about two seconds away from the blasting orgasm I desperately need right now.

It’s my dirty fantasy, but it’s so good imagining being inside Talia, my impossibly hard cock filling her deep as I start to come.

The stuff jets out of me in a rush, joining the soap suds and water as it swirls down the drain and washes away.

The good feelings stay with me though, even later when I’m in bed trying to fall asleep.

So fucking good.

But I force myself to sleep before the thoughts become more and I have to get back into the shower to do it all over again.