Hot Off the Red Carpet (8 page)

“I know, but Trevor asked me if I’d do it.”  Addison shrugged apologetically.  “I am his personal assistant, after all and it’s kind of in the job description.  I could get fired if I don’t do it.”

The girls exchanged looks and for a moment, Addison thought they might make a scene, but to her relief, they surrendered the bottle of oil without protest.  Giving them another smile and a “thank you,” Addison turned to see Trevor making his way across the beach.

Though Addison had seen him wear swim trunks in the movies before, it wasn’t the same as seeing him in the flesh, and her pulse sped up wildly at the sight.  It had to be illegal for a guy to be that gorgeous.

Addison was so caught up in all those sculpted muscles of his that she completely forgot she was supposed to rub oil on him until the photographer practically shouted for it.  From the perturbed look on the man’s face as he said the words, she had the feeling it wasn’t the first time he’d tried to get her attention.  Her face coloring, Addison hurried over to where Trevor stood.

He must have expected a make-up girl to do the rub-down because he lifted his brow.

The ocean breeze had pulled a few strands of hair free from the bun at the nape of her neck to blow them across her face and she reached up to nervously tuck them behind her ear as she gave him a smile.  “The make-up girls were fighting over which one of them would get to rub you down, so in the interest of keeping the peace, I thought it might be better to do it myself.  If that’s okay with you, I mean?”

Trevor regarded her in silence for a moment as if wondering whether to believe her story or not, but then the corner of his mouth edged up.  “It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you.  It’s not really in your job description, though, so I understand if you don’t want to do it.”

Want to?  It was fantasy come true!

Addison tried to be as professional about rubbing Trevor down with the oil as she could, especially since they had an audience, but it was impossible not to get all hot and bothered.  As she ran her hands over his broad shoulders and muscular chest, then down his six-pack abs, it was all she could do not to tear off her own clothes and rub the oil on with her naked body.  Between her legs, her pussy purred at the thought.

Stifling a moan, she kneeled down so she could do his legs and found herself eye level with his crotch.  For the second time that day, she completely forgot about the bottle of oil in her hand.  All she could do was stare at his package and think how she was in the perfect position to give him a blow-job.  A little tug on those navy blue swim trunks and...

“I can get the rest, if you want.”

Addison jerked her head up at the words to see Trevor gazing down at her and she blushed.

“Wh-what?  Oh, that’s okay.  I’m good.”  She was better than good; she was in heaven.  She smiled up at him.  “I’m almost finished.”  That was true.  Another minute or two and she’d be having an orgasm.

Squeezing more oil into her hand, she ran her hands up and down his well-muscled legs, then repeated the process again, a little more slowly this time.  As she did so, she tried not to look at his crotch, but she couldn’t help sneaking a peek from the corner of her eye all the same.  Though she wasn’t sure, it looked like he had a more significant bulge going on in those sexy swim trunks than he had before.  Could it be that he was as turned on by her touching him as she was?  Her pussy tingled at the thought.

Addison would gladly have spent the rest of the day rubbing Trevor down with oil, but he was already glistening in the mid-afternoon sun.  Picking up the bottle, she reluctantly got to her feet.  Resisting the urge to run her hands over those muscular pecs one more time, she gave Trevor a smile, then turned and walked over to stand with the rest of the crew.

As she watched Trevor switch from one manly pose to the next for the camera, Addison made a mental note to find out which issue of Men’s Fitness the photos were going to appear in so she could pick up a copy.  She thought she caught him looking at her several times while he was posing for the camera, but then told herself she was probably imagining it.  She was standing in back of the photographer, after all.  Even so, it still made her knees weak. 

An hour into the photo shoot, the photographer told everyone to “take five” so the crew set up on a different part of the beach.  While they did that, Trevor went back to wardrobe to change into a different pair of swim trunks.  That gave Addison the opportunity to rub him down with oil again, something she did quite eagerly.  She promised herself she wasn’t going to wash her hands for a week!

The second half of the photo shoot was more of the same, this time with Trevor doing sporty action stuff with a football and a Frisbee at the water’s edge.  Watching the way his muscles flexed as he tossed the football around excited her so much it was all she could do not to slip her hand underneath her dress and touch herself.

It was late in the day by the time they were done, and though she’d spent most of it sitting under a canopy, Addison was still exhausted.  In contrast, Trevor didn’t seem tired at all, which made no sense since he had done all the work.  Then again, rubbing a hot guy down with oil, then watching him make eyes at the camera all day was a very strenuous job.  Her lips curved into a smile at the silly thought.  If that was work, she’d be willing to do it for the rest of her life.

When they got back to the mansion, it was to find that Maribel had already gone home.  She’d left dinner in the oven for them, however, much to Addison’s delight.  After spending the day at the beach, she was starving.  Whatever the other woman had made, it smelled delicious.

“Want to stay for dinner?” Trevor asked Bob as he opened the cabinet to grab some plates.

Bob shook his head.  “Nah, I got a date with this new girl I met.  Thanks anyway.”  He gave Addison a smile.  “You two have fun.”

As she listened to the bodyguard’s cheerful whistle fade down the hallway, Addison had the sneaking suspicion Bob didn’t have a date at all.  He hadn’t stayed because he wanted her and Trevor to have dinner together.  Maybe Bob thought it would improve their working relationship.

Work, however, was the furthest thing from Addison’s mind.  That probably had something to do with the fact that Trevor suggested they have dinner at the kitchen table instead of the breakfast bar, then insisted she sit while he serve the casserole Maribel had made.  As she sat across from him in the cozy breakfast nook a few minutes later, she could almost believe they were on a date.

“Was that your first time at a photo shoot?” Trevor asked as he sipped his wine.

She nodded.  “I never realized that standing in front of the camera could be such hard work.”

He chuckled.  “You get used to it.”

“Well, you’re a natural at it.”  She picked up her glass of wine and took a sip.  “Did you always want to be an actor?”

His mouth quirked.  “I wanted to be a football player.  But my mom made a deal with me when I was in high school.  If I wanted to go out for football in the fall, then I had to try out for the school play in the spring.  Believe me, if I hadn’t wanted to play wide receiver in the NFL so bad, I would have said forget it.  But I figured what the hell?  So, I kept my end of the bargain and tried out for the play.  I’d planned to flub my lines miserably, so my mom would get off my back, but once I got there, I actually started to get into the whole acting thing.  Of course, it helped that I read for the part opposite this really cute girl.”

She laughed.  “Of course.  So after that, you were hooked, huh?”

He nodded.  “Completely.”

As they ate, Addison listened with fascination as he described how he’d come to Hollywood and how difficult it was getting into the movie business.  While Maribel had told her how Trevor had gotten his big break on the television show LA Beat, she loved hearing the story again from him.

“So, what about you?” he asked when he’d finished.

“Me?”

He leaned forward, his mouth twitching.  “Yeah.  Did you always want to be a personal assistant?”

If he only knew!  “Oh, that.  No.  I went to college for liberal arts and just kind of stumbled on the whole personal assistant thing.”

He flashed her a grin.  “Lucky for me.”

Maybe it was the sexy look in Trevor’s eyes or maybe it was the silky way he said the words, but whatever it was, it made Addison catch her breath.  For one wild moment, she thought he might lean across the table and kiss her.  Good heavens, what was she thinking?  Trevor was her boss!  Actors did not get involved with their personal assistants.

Abruptly realizing he was looking at her expectantly, Addison cleared her throat and sat back in her seat.  “It’s getting late.  I should probably go up to bed.”

Trevor glanced down at his watch, lifting a brow when he saw what time it was.  “Yeah, me too.”

She pushed back her chair.  “I’ll help you clean up.”

He shook his head.  “That’s okay.  You go up to bed.  I can take care of this.”

“Are you sure?  I don’t mind.”

He smiled.  “I’m sure.  Have a good night.”

“You, too.”

Addison got to her feet, then pushed in her chair.  Giving him a smile, she murmured something about seeing him in the morning before heading for the door.  As she made her way up the stairs, she found herself wishing she had stayed and talked to Trevor some more.  But between the wine and the intimate setting, she’d let herself forget who she was.  If she wanted this job to work out, she needed to keep things professional with Trevor.  But knowing he was sleeping just down the hall from her made that extremely difficult.  She groaned.  Oh heck, now how was she supposed to get any sleep with thoughts like that running through her head?

With a sigh, she pushed open the door of her bedroom and went inside.  Hoping a shower would take her mind off her handsome boss, she stripped off her clothes and headed for the bathroom.

But as she ran her soapy hands over her naked body a few minutes later, she couldn’t help thinking about rubbing Trevor down with oil on the beach that afternoon.  Her pussy quivered at the thought and she let out a little moan.  Rather than push the images from her mind, though, she leaned back against the tiled wall of the shower and let them play out.

In her fantasy, she and Trevor were alone on the beach, and he was the one applying the oil.  She closed her eyes as she pictured him rubbing his strong, slick hands up and down her naked body.  Beneath the spray, her nipples hardened and she cupped her breasts in her hands, imagining they were Trevor’s. 

Between her legs, her pussy began to throb and she ran one hand down to finger her clit, pretending it was Trevor who was touching her.  She caught her lower lip between her teeth as she imagined him bending his head to kiss her.

She pictured him sliding his oily hand over her hip to cup her ass as he thrust a finger deep inside her.  She began to move her own fingers faster and faster on her clit, pretending they were his. 

Oh yeah, Trevor, she thought.  You’re going to make me come.     

But just as she felt herself start to climax, the Trevor in her fantasy lifted his hand and smacked her on the ass!

Her eyes flew open and her orgasm faded as she jerked her fingers away.  Okay, where the heck had that thought come from?

Pushing the stray image of Trevor spanking her from her mind, she closed her eyes and plunged back into her erotic fantasy before her orgasm completely disappeared altogether.

This time she was bent over with Trevor sliding his big, hard cock into her from behind.  She moaned and rubbed her clit faster.  But the moment she got close to coming, Trevor spanked her on the ass again!

Annoyed, Addison almost stopped rubbing her clit a second time, but she was just too damn close to coming.  She closed her eyes and pressed her fingers hard against her clit, making small circles round and round the plump, little flesh.  As she played with herself, she tried to make her fantasy go where she wanted, but no matter what she did, Trevor continued to spank her.

Deciding it was easier to simply give in to the fantasy, she let herself go with it.  She imagined Trevor pumping into her, his hand coming down over and over again on her ass as she cried out with pleasure.

The orgasm that coursed through her body was so intense she was actually dizzy from it and she had to grab the shower head to steady herself as her climax continued to wash over her.  She’d never come so hard in her life. 

By the time her orgasm subsided, all she could do was lean back against the wall while the water from the shower cascaded down on her.  How could she come so hard from a little fantasy, especially one that involved Trevor spanking her?

Not sure she wanted to know the answer to that, Addison turned off the water and stepped out onto the bath mat.  As she grabbed one of the fluffy towels and wrapped it around her, she couldn’t help glancing in the mirror to check to see if her bottom was red.  Of course it wasn’t.  But the spanking had felt so realistic in her fantasy, she wasn’t sure.

Quickly drying off, she went into the bedroom and slipped into bed.  Despite how tired she was, however, she didn’t fall asleep right away.  All she could do was think about the fantasy she’d had in the shower.  While she couldn’t deny it had been hot, she wasn’t sure what it said about her?  Why would any modern, independent girl like to get spanked by a guy?  She’s was still trying to figure that out as she drifted off to sleep.