Page 7 of The Playboy
I stand on shaky legs to get ready for my flight.
Chapter 5
A knockon my door rouses me from sleep. I blink my eyes and look at the clock on the nightstand.It’s seven in the bloody morning.This is supposed to be my day to sleep in as I’m not on the call sheet. I wrap the pillow around my head and smash it against my ears, hoping to drown out the incessant noise.
My phone buzzes, and I pick it up to see who’s calling. Rory. I sigh, growling under my breath. Ignoring the call, I put the phone back on the nightstand. The knocking continues as a text notification chimes, reminding me he’s not going to leave me alone. I unlock my phone and read it.
Rory:Open the damn door and I’ll leave you alone faster.
He really is a pain in my arse. I throw the covers off my body and pull on a pair of shorts. Taking large strides, I pull open the door and glare at him.
“You do remember this was supposed to be my day to sleep in, right?”
He looks past me into my room and sees the bed is empty, then pushes in past me. “Yes, I remember. We need to talk for a few minutes though, and I need you to get ready for the day.”
I roll my eyes. “Why?”
“Your new assistant, Samantha, arrived yesterday, and I got the pleasure of meeting her. I gave her your schedule, phone number, and room number. She seems a little nervous, so I’d appreciate it if you go easy on her. Emily assured me that she can do the job and will be an excellent replacement. Let me have your phone so I can give you her number.” He holds his hand out, and I oblige.
“I’m always nice. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I smirk.I know I can be a dick, but it’s always in good fun.If she’s a prude and can’t lighten up, we aren’t going to get along and she might as well leave now.
He hands my phone back, and I pocket it. “Yes, well, be nicer than normal. I’ve asked her to come up and meet you today. She should be here in a few minutes.”
“A few minutes? Jesus, does the girl not sleep?”
“She wanted to get an early start on her day. This way, you have the rest of the day to yourself.”
My sarcastic remark dies on my tongue when we hear a quiet knock on my door. I pull it open and stare down at her. Her hand is still raised in a fist, poised to knock, and her full pink lips are parted, forming a small O shape. She blinks her dark brown eyes at me in surprise.Fuck me! Whoever this girl is, she’s perfect. She’s petite and curvy, has dark brown hair, and I want those lips wrapped around me.
“Well, aren’t you just a perfect creature. Who are you?”
Her cheeks flush. “Hi, Mr. Flanigan. I’m Samantha—Sam, your new assistant.” She stands still and intertwines her fingers together, lowering her gaze to my naked chest.
“Look into my eyes.” I speak quietly, and she does without hesitation. Our gaze locks once more. I can tell by her breathing she’s nervous. “Hi, Sam, come in.” I move out of her way, and she enters, looking straight ahead, smiling at Rory.
“Hi, Rory. It’s nice to see you again this morning.”
“Hey, Sam, thanks for coming by. I figured this would be best for everyone so you can get the low down on his morning routine and what he will be requesting.” Rory turns his attention to me. “Don’t scare her too badly, huh? Also, put on a shirt. Poor girl doesn’t need to see you half-naked.” He tosses a shirt my way, and I catch it, pulling it over my head. “I’ve gotta run. I’ll check in on you later, Sam. Thanks for filling in for Emily; not sure what we would have done if you couldn’t show up.”
“I’m happy to be here. Thank you for giving me this opportunity.”
He leaves the two of us standing there in awkward silence. She keeps her gaze averted to the ground, and I resist the urge to tell her to kneel and crawl to me.
Fuck me, now I’m picturing that. Thank God I have loose shorts on.I sense she’s comfortable in her own skin by the way she holds herself, but there is something different about her. She keeps peeking glances at me from under her lashes. She’s waiting for instructions. I see it in her eyes when she looks up at me.
How do I get this girl in my bed?
The last woman that ever gave me total control was my ex, Breena. I didn’t even know what a submissive was until I met her. Her threshold for pain was high, and she was kinky as fuck. Anything and everything, she was down for. I used to force orgasms out of her. When I knew I was going to see her, I would play with her for hours because she lived two hours away. The relationship mainly consisted of phone sex, but when we got together it was magic.
I’m an alpha male in the bedroom. I want what I want, when I want it. No is not something that is said to me often when it comes to nighttime activities. Breena just taught me how to keep her safe when I took control of her.
We weren’t good for one another outside the bedroom though. She wanted a stable relationship, and I wanted to get out of Ireland. I was slowly earning a name for myself after appearing in a few smaller movies and some walk-on roles in television series.
By the end of our five-month relationship, I couldn’t wait to get away from her. I do miss the kinky side of sex though. It hasn’t been the same since her. My body craves someone to take charge with, and the girls in Hollywood just don’t cut it. I stare at Sam, and I have vivid images of tossing her over my knee and making her arse red with my hand, or tying her down and taking her every way imaginable. I wonder what her moans of pleasure would sound like. If I can get her to trust me, I imagine she would enjoy it just as much.
She clears her throat, and I blink her back into focus. Her eyes are cast down toward my feet. “What will you be requiring for the mornings? How do you like your coffee? This is my first time doing this, and I want to make sure it works out between us.”
“I won’t tell you again; look into my eyes.” Her head snaps up, and she gazes into my green ones. The look on her face and her bottom lip worrying between her teeth have me fully hard now. I want to teach this girl everything—and I’m not just talking about how to fix my coffee. “You and I are going to have fun.”