Page 3 of The Playboy

“Sorry, Rose, it was an emergency text. It won’t happen again.” I flash her an apologetic smile, and she sneers back at me.

“Don’t let me catch you again. There are hundreds of girls who would love this job. You’re easy to replace.” She walks away without another word.

“Bitch,” I mumble under my breath. A quiet chuckle echoes through the main lobby as Kevin walks by. My cheeks turn bright red as I try to cover them.I’m going to lose my job for sure now.“Mr. Bradshaw, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean any disrespect. I didn’t know anyone was around.” I’m babbling, trying to save my ass.

He waves his hands in a dismissive motion. “Calm down, I won’t say a word. She’s difficult to handle, but when I need something taken care of, she’s the best person for the job.”

“Again, I’m so sorry.”Please don’t fire me.

“It’s fine…” He trails off, waiting for me to supply my name.

“Samantha, sir. Sam.”

“It’s fine, Sam. It’ll be our little secret.” He holds his finger to his lips as he walks away toward his office.

I’m in definite in need of a drink now.I look back and forth, and when I don’t see Rose around, I respond to Ben.

Me:Fine. When and where?

* * *

We tumblethrough his apartment door, lips attached, hands roaming over every inch of exposed flesh. I pull my shirt over my head and yank at his, needing to feel his chest against mine.

“No!” he booms. He turns me around and smacks my ass, the sting radiating through to my core. “We do this on my time, and how I want it. Understood?”

I lower my eyes to the ground and whisper, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Go into the bedroom, strip naked, and wait for me. You know the drill.”

I can’t stop myself. Alcohol and I are a bad mix when it involves Ben, and I know better than to go out drinking with him. But after my run-in with Rose and almost getting fired, I needed something to help me relax. Lucky for me, he was willing to pay for the drinks.

My body craves the submission. He knows me so well that it’s an easy, bad habit to fall back into, especially when I know the night will end with no less than three orgasms. Ben’s a giver, that’s for sure.

I shimmy out of my skirt, panties, and bra then crawl onto the bed and position myself how he likes me. I kneel and wait with patience, my eyes closed. I hear him enter the room and walk around.

“Beautiful.” He runs his fingers over my exposed breasts, and I take a deep breath. “Why won’t you get back together with me? I know your body so well; I can play it like a fiddle. You and I were so good together.” He pinches a nipple, and I moan in response.I don’t want to talk about this right now. I just want to feel good for the night and forget about everything else. “Answer me, little girl.”

I pop my eyes open and look at him. “Bubbles.” My safe word. He’s crestfallen but nods in understanding. I get up, get dressed as fast as I can, and leave without looking back.

Guess I will have that night with my vibrating friend after all.

Chapter 3

Vancouver.It’s been a while since I’ve been here, but not much has changed. The studio has set us up in the same hotel and filming location.I wonder if that sexy maid still works at the hotel?Images of the last time I was here resurface, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. I check in and head up to my room. All the stars are on the top floor, floor seven, while the crew takes the lower levels.

I push open the doors to my balcony and look below, admiring the shimmering pool and the sexy women around it in barely-there bikinis. Whoever invented that damned bathing suit is a genius. I’m already itching for a fix when my phone buzzes. I look down at it and see a new message from Quinn.

Quinn:Hey, Tait, I won’t be coming out until about a month into filming. Don’t miss me too much.

What the fuck? I jab my fingers through my light brown locks and tousle my hair, leaving it in bed head chic style.

Me:What happened? It’s not going to be the same here without you. Who am I going to try to convince to sleep with me?

Quinn:There are plenty of women who will throw themselves at you with pleasure. I don’t think you have to worry about catching some tail. I’m pissed at Caleb and can’t stand to see him. I convinced the studio that he would behave and that I have pressing matters here. They agreed to let me come later.

I’m annoyed. Now, I need someone to work my aggression out on even more.

Me:Caleb is a fucking idiot.