Page 30 of The Playboy
I already know what my answer is going to be, and honestly, even if I don’t like some of his answers, I’m already addicted to him. Everything about last night and this morning was perfect, and it scared the hell out of me. That’s why I took a shower alone. I needed time to myself to figure out what I need from this.
On one hand, I want to keep having sex with this unbelievably sexy man. He’s great in the sack, and he’s a lot nicer than I originally thought. We definitely got off on the wrong foot, but he seems to have changed. The way he looks at me and the way he speaks to me is more than the typical employer and employee exchange. I see the fire behind his eyes. I feel it, too, every time he touches me, even if it is just a brush of his hand. The contract would ensure I won’t lose my job if things don’t work out.
On the other hand, I’m sailing into troubled waters. It is a matter of time before something happens and the paparazzi get a hold of pictures of us together. They already have pictures of us from the airport yesterday with him holding my hand, and then there is the whole Jennifer issue. I pray she doesn’t leak any false news to the press. She’s not as nice as interviewers make her out to be.Go figure.
“Mr. Flanigan, Ms. Riggs, we’re ready for you to board now.” We follow the stewardess to the gate and quickly take our seats. The cabin crew does their announcements, and we are taxiing away from the gate moments later.Traveling with Tait sure has its perks.I’ve always hated sitting around on the plane waiting for everyone to board.
He looks over at me, and I pretend not to notice. His eyes bore into the side of my head, and I shift in my seat under his gaze. “If you aren’t going to talk to me on the plane, fine. I want you to drop your stuff off and come up to my room when we get back. I’m going to answer any questions you have and make you see it my way.”
I squint my eyes and look from his lips to his eyes and back down again.Man, I want to kiss him again.“You seem sure of yourself, Tait.”
“I usually get what I want.” He puts his headphones over his ears and directs his attention to the screen, looking for something to occupy his time.I think this time is no different, Tait.You will get what you want, and I think I’m okay with that.
Chapter 19
I havesome food sent up to my room along with a bottle of champagne, which is chilling in a basket. I hope tonight will be a cause for celebration. I keep thinking of her body underneath mine, the way she pressed herself into me as I drove my cock deep into her this morning. My imagination is in overdrive, and I need her here—now! I glance at the clock. She should be here any minute now. I told her to drop her stuff off and come up right away.
I smile when there is a knock on my door, knowing it’s her. I open it, and Sam is standing there in the short dress she was wearing earlier but has changed her wedges for flip flops. She’s also holding the contract I gave her. I usher her inside, and she takes a seat at the small desk in the room. I sit on the edge of the bed and wait for her to begin asking her questions.
“If we do this,actuallydo this, I don’t want it getting out. Just to be clear, this is not how I imagined getting to know different people in the industry. I don’t need people thinking I slept my way to the top. It’s all about who you know though, and I know you. I want to make sure you’re not allowed to talk about this, just like I’m not allowed to talk about it.”
I nod. “Sam, I’m a private person as it is. I promise you I won’t mention this to anyone. My personal life and what I do behind closed doors is no one’s damn business.”
“Speaking of closed doors, I know you like it rough, as you’ve told me before.” She hesitates and wrings her fingers together, trying to collect her thoughts. “You aren’t a sadist or anything, are you? I mean, I didn’t get that impression this weekend with our… activities, but I need to double check.”
Of course, her mind would go there.I laugh. “No. I don’t get off on causing others pain. Some of what I do borders on pain, but it’s always done with the idea of pleasure in mind. I’ll always focus on you and your needs if you focus on my wants. I expect you to be willing whenever I want—”
She cuts me off. “I’m not into exhibitionism, and I won’t participate if that’s what you want.”
“That’s not what I want. I told you, people don’t need to know my private life.”
She nods, seemingly appeased with my answer. “Will you tell anyone about this?”
“No.”
“As I was reading over the contract, it says I can stop if, after five encounters, I’m not comfortable enough to continue. Why that number? Why not one or two?”
This girl really is thinking of everything.
“I want to give us a chance to experience this and get used to each other. Five seems like a fair number. Although, we’ve already experienced each other twice. So, only three more to go.” I wink and smile at her as her face and chest flush, and she looks to the ground. “Any other questions?”
“Who would you be willing to introduce and talk me up to?”
“Does that really matter as long as they are in the business?”
“Yes, because if it’s some crappy director then I’m not sure this is going to do much in the way of helping me. I at least want to be introduced to someone who has completed a few decent films. If you aren’t able to agree to that, I don’t want to sign.”
“Lass, I know you want me. This past weekend has been an indication of that. I didn’t force you onto my lap and to hump me; you did that all on your own. I also didn’t force myself on you last night. You allowed me to. I only came up with this idea as an extra bit of leverage for you to see it my way. We’ll be good for each other; I have no doubts about that. It’s just a matter of if you trust me enough to make this work. I haven’t known you long, and I understand trust takes time to build, but I can promise you I will know how to read your body and strum you like a fiddle.”
She looks at the ground again. “I, um, I didn’t ask yesterday. I was too tired, I guess. Are you clean? Have you been tested?”
I smile a big toothy grin at her. “I’m clean and I’ve been tested. I’ll have results emailed to you this week.”
“I notice nowhere in this contract does it mention hanging out. So, we are really just going to be two people having sex?”
I would like to spend time with her more than anything.This contract was drawn up before last night. Before she started changing how I view the opposite sex. I weigh my options and finally answer.
“I’m not looking to start a relationship. They’re messy, and I have too much going on in my life right now. I’m happy to get to know you more, and we can hang out, but don’t confuse that with wanting to have a relationship.” I say the words and my stomach churns.