Hot Off the Red Carpet (9 page)

The next week flew by.  Between getting Trevor to photo shoots, interviews, auditions and meetings, Addison didn’t have time to think about the crazy fantasy she’d had about him spanking her.  Which was probably a good thing, considering every time she looked at her boss an image popped into her head of her draped over his knee with him warming her bottom.  It was distracting, to say the least.  She didn’t know how she even managed to get her job done.

Somehow, though, she did get it done. And she was getting better at it every day. Amazingly, she had finally figured out how to juggle Trevor’s endless list of commitments. That probably had something to with the fact that she’d learned how to multi-task. It also helped that she programmed the calendar on the computer to send her reminders not just days before an event, but hours and minutes before, too.  It might seem extreme, but it worked.  And although she never would have believed it after her first day on the job, she actually loved what she was doing.  She could definitely see herself making it a career.

It wasn’t only the work or her newfound ability to do the job that made being a personal assistant fun, though.  It was her adopted family, or at least that’s how she was coming to think of them.  There was Maribel, the concerned mother; Bob the supportive, sometimes teasing brother; Leo, the trustworthy uncle; even Murray played a role as the demanding father figure.

Since she lived right there in the mansion, Addison ended up spending almost all of her free time with them.  Well, everyone except Murray, that is.  The rest of them would sit around the table in the kitchen with her, talking and laughing about anything and everything.  She couldn’t remember having as much fun with her own family.  They had never been that close.

It was even more fun when Trevor joined them around the table, which he did more often than not, much to Addison’s delight.  Of course, she didn’t consider him a brother, like she did Bob.  She definitely liked to think of their relationship as something a little bit more intimate.   

Although Addison was determined to keep her relationship with Trevor professional, that was getting harder and harder to do.  Not only did they spend eighteen hours a day together, but he usually spent most of that
half-dressed
.  If he wasn’t hanging by the pool in a pair of swim trunks, then he was walking around the house all hot and sweaty after a workout.  It was enough to make any girl lust after him.

On average, she decided she fantasized about having sex with Trevor at least once an hour.  And when she did, most of her fantasies involved him spanking her at some point.  She tried to tell herself it was wrong for a modern, independent woman like she was to want a guy to spank her.  But after four days of vivid fantasies accompanied by at least that many amazing orgasms courtesy of her trusty vibrator, she gave up trying to fight it.  As a result, she couldn’t walk into the kitchen without imagining Trevor reddening her ass with one of Maribel’s big wooden mixing spoons or sit in a seat without picturing him bending her over it for a sound spanking.

Biting her lip to stifle a moan, Addison determinedly thrust her erotic daydreams to the back of her mind and forced herself to focus on the calendar on her computer.  She quickly scanned the schedule and saw that although Trevor was free the rest of the afternoon, he was hosting a society charity event to benefit several of LA’s homeless shelters that evening.  A week ago, she would have been hyperventilating at the thought of pulling off something that big, but now she was more than confident she could handle it.

She smiled as she remembered how passionate Trevor had been when he’d told her about the benefit.  She was actually a little surprised to hear how involved he was in his charity of choice, but he knew from experience how many kids with stars in their eyes came to Hollywood to be a movie star like him and instead ended up living in one of those shelters.  The look in his eyes and passion in his voice made only made her fall for him that much harder.

Wanting to make sure everything was perfect for the event, Addison went into the kitchen to talk to Maribel.  While outside caterers would be providing the hors d’oeurves as well as the open bar, the older woman would be overseeing everything to make sure it ran smoothly.

“I’ve got it all covered, dear,” Maribel assured her with a smile.  “Just relax.”

Addison promised she would.  Right after she checked in with Bob about security and parking.  When she finally tracked him down, he told her the same thing Maribel had.

“I’m all over it.”  He gave her a wink.  “Relax.”

Regardless of how much confidence she had in Maribel and Bob, Addison would rather have stayed downstairs and supervised the preparations anyway.  But as Trevor’s personal assistant, she needed to be at the party, not working it.  Which meant she had to change into something more glamorous than the tailored slacks and blouse she was currently wearing.

Looking at the clothes in her closet a few minutes later, however, she wished she’d thought to add “go shopping for a new dress” to her list of things to do for the party.  But since she hadn’t, one of the dresses she’d brought with her would have to do.  Picking out a simple, but sophisticated looking wrap dress, she set it down on the bed, then went into the bathroom to shower and freshen her make-up.

An hour later, she was regarding her reflection in the full-length mirror.  While she was sure the black dress wasn’t nearly as elegant as the ones the actresses at the party would be wearing, it still showed off her slender curves and long legs nicely.  She might be the hired-help, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t look hot all the same.

Giving herself one more look in the mirror, Addison left her bedroom to head downstairs.  She was just walking past Trevor’s room when the door opened and he stepped out.  She stopped in mid-step, all coherent thought suddenly impossible at the sight of him in a tuxedo.

She’d seen him in a tux on the red carpet at the Oscars and other award shows, of course, but that had been on television.  In person, he looked good enough to eat.

Abruptly aware of how underdressed she must look next to him, Addison felt her face color.  She really should have gone shopping.

“You look beautiful,” Trevor said.

She knew he was probably just saying that to be nice, but it made her feel good anyway.   “Thank you.  You look pretty good yourself.”

Pretty good?  He looked hot as hell!  But she supposed she couldn’t very well say that to him.  He was her boss, after all.

Trevor grinned.  “Thanks.  Shall we go downstairs?”

* * *

As they descended the steps, it occurred to Addison that this was the first Hollywood party she was attending and her pulse quickened.  Meeting all the celebrities she’d only seen on television or in the movies would be exciting.  She was definitely looking forward to it.

But just as everyone began to arrive, Murray appeared out of nowhere and pulled her off to the side before Trevor could even introduce her to anyone.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.

She frowned, taken aback by the sharp tone in his voice. “My job.”

His mouth tightened.  “Your job is to be available if Trevor needs you, not to steal the limelight from him.  He’s the star, not you.  Now go do something that is your job, like check on the caterers.”

Addison’s face flamed at the rebuke.  Before she could say something in reply, however, Murray strode off to position himself at Trevor’s side.  Her lips curled.  Apparently, that little rule about not stealing the limelight from Trevor didn’t apply to Murray himself.

Afraid the manager might make a scene if she didn’t do as he told her, Addison tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible for the rest of he evening.  She stood in the corner of the room, sipping champagne and watching Trevor move from person to person, shaking hands and telling jokes.  She’d never seen anyone work a room like he did.

Two hours into the party, Trevor made a speech about the charity he was supporting and announcing he would match each and every donation with a contribution of his own.  That surprised Addison.  She already knew Trevor was generous by the way he treated the people who worked for him, but to match everyone’s contributions dollar for dollar was truly altruistic.  And expensive.  Murray looked like he was going to have a cow after the announcement.

As Trevor mingled with the guests again, Addison realized Murray was no longer at his side.  She looked around the room for the manager, but didn’t see him anywhere.  She’d wanted to compliment Trevor on his generosity the moment he finished his speech, but didn’t want to risk another confrontation with Murray.  Since the weasel wasn’t in sight at the moment, however, it was the perfect opportunity to talk to Trevor.  And if Murray came over to interrupt them, she’d simply say she was checking to see if Trevor needed anything.

Taking a glass of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray, Addison started to make her way over to Trevor when she saw a tall, dark-haired woman sidle up to him.  Addison immediately stopped in her tracks as she recognized Cindi Adams.  Heiress to a multi-million dollar company, she was one of those people in Hollywood who had a reality show on cable and thought that made her an actress. She was simply famous for being famous.  And for her huge breasts, of course, as well as her willingness to show them off to anyone and everyone.  She was known for being at any affair where there were cameras, booze and hot guys.  Apparently, the hot guy she was interested in tonight was Trevor.

Addison’s hand tightened on the glass in her hand as she watched Cindi practically drape herself all over him.  Her plastic boobs were in serious danger of falling out of the indecently low-cut white gown she was wearing.  Maybe OSHA should slap a warning sticker on those things; they could hurt someone.

“She certainly likes to put on a show, doesn’t she?”

Addison turned to see Maribel standing beside her.  “Yes, she does.  Can’t she tell that Trevor isn’t the least bit interested in her?”

Maribel shook her head.  “I doubt she’s the type who notices if a man is interested or not.  Or even cares, for that matter.”

Addison thought the older woman was probably right.  “I have half a mind to walk right over there and dump this champagne right down the front of that trampy dress she’s wearing.”

Maribel laughed.  “Well, if you’re going to do that, don’t waste your time with champagne.  Get a glass of my cranberry rum punch.  It’ll leave a better stain.”

Although it was extremely tempting, Addison resisted the urge.  “I can’t.  It would only make a scene and Trevor doesn’t need that tonight.”

“You’re probably right.  Though you putting that hussy in her place is something I would pay to see.”  The other woman sighed.  “I’d better get back in the kitchen.  Enjoy the rest of the party.”

Addison wasn’t sure how she could enjoy the party with the way Cindi Adams was pressing her entire body up against Trevor.  Addison wondered why he didn’t put some space between him and that inflatable love doll.  As down-to-earth as he was, she couldn’t believe he would actually be interested in someone who was so obviously fake.  Then again, he was a man and not many men could refuse a not-so-subtle overture like the one Cindi Adams was making.

Ignoring the queasy feeling in her stomach that watching the two of them gave her, Addison lifted her glass to take a sip of champagne only to pause with it halfway to her lips as Cindi Adams deliberately put herself in the way of an actor who was walking by just so she could fall against Trevor when the other man bumped into her.  Trevor had no choice but to throw his arms around her or they both would have ended up on the floor.  Cindi giggled girlishly and clung to him as if she was stranded in the middle of the ocean and Trevor was a life preserver.

“Oh, hell no,” Addison muttered.  The bimbo wasn’t getting away with that.  Two could play her little game.

Setting her champagne down on a nearby waiter’s tray, Addison grabbed the glass of cranberry rum punch before heading across the room.  As she made her way over to where Trevor was standing with Cindi, she was tempted to just walk up to them and throw the drink right in the other woman’s face, but decided against it.  That would be way too obvious.  So instead she waited until she almost reached them, then pretended to trip, propelling herself - and the drink – forward.  The cranberry red liquid not only drenched the front of Cindi Adams’ expensive white gown, but also splashed onto the considerable amount of cleavage she was showing as well.

The look on Cindi’s face as she stared down at the red stain on her designer gown was priceless and Addison had to put her hand to her mouth to hide her smile.

“Oh God!  I’m so sorry!  Let me get something to wipe that up.”  She grabbed a stack of cocktail napkins off the table closest to them and held them out to the woman.  “Here, take these.  I’ll go get some club soda from the bar.”

Cindi stared at her in disbelief.  “Napkins and club soda aren’t going to get rid of this stain, you twit!  My gown is completely ruined!”  She fixed Addison with a nasty glare.  “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

The words seemed to echo in the huge room and everyone had stopped what they were doing to stare at them.  Addison saw Trevor’s eyes narrow and she quickly feigned a look of surprise.  “Of course not.  I tripped on the carpet.”