Roadside Service (3 page)

“I have a garage to open, Violet,” he chuckled, turning to look at me.

“What time do you take lunch?”

“I don’t usually eat lunch.”

“You don’t eat lunch?” I replied, trying to act horrified. “Well, you will today. I’ll bring you something nice at one o’clock.”

“Mm…” Blake purred, moving in to kiss me. “I’d rather have you for lunch.”
Oh, yes please!

“That can be arranged,” I giggled against his mouth.

“I’ll see you at one o’clock then. I’ll call the rental place, too, and let you know what they say,” he whispered before kissing me goodbye. “And Violet, last night was…” He seemed at a loss for words.

“I know,” I grinned, pecking his lips one last time. “I’ll see you later,” I smoldered.  With a smirk and a nod, Blake left.

Allie was knocking at my door an hour later.

“Violet, you look like crap. Didn’t you get any sleep last night?” she grumbled as I opened my bedroom door.

“I told you last night on the phone, I had a migraine.” I tried to hide my smirk as I thought back to the
real
reason I was so tired.

“Well, you have an hour until our meeting and test screening.”

“I have a private appointment I need to attend at one,” I muttered. I was not missing my lunch date with Blake no matter what she said. My body was already hungry for more of him. What was all that about?

“What meeting? There isn’t one on your schedule?” Allie frowned, picking up her laptop.

“Well, there is now,” I glared, looking at my watch. “Allie, I need to get ready. Can we have this debriefing when I get downstairs, at least?”

“Why are you so moody this morning?”

“I just want an hour to get ready before the media circus starts, okay?” I stressed, starting to physically push Allie out of my room.

“You’re acting really odd,” she said with a frown as we reached my door. “What happened last night again? Did you figure out the issue with the car?”

“The mechanic is sorting it out today.” I wanted to say the gorgeous mechanic who made me cum so many times last night that I forgot my name was sorting it, but that might have been a bit too much for Allie to take so early in the morning.

“Okay, we can talk about this after coffee,” she relented.

“There is
nothing
to talk about,” I complained as she opened my door.

“Oh, I think there is, Violet,” she called over her shoulder. “I have eyes and ears everywhere, and a little birdie told me that a hot male was seen leaving this room just over an hour ago.”
Shit!
She knew I had someone in my room last night. “I take it your
migraine
went away?”
Double shit!

“I…I…”

“I’ll see you downstairs in an hour. Do I need to draw up a non-disclosure agreement with this guy?” I had no idea. I’d only met Blake last night!

“I’ll let you know,” I sighed, closing my door. Couldn’t I have any goddamn privacy in my life anymore? I knew I was in the limelight constantly, but that wasn’t asking for too much, was it?

“Allie, it’s only six lines. I’ve got it!” I snapped while we were waiting to enter the boardroom full of members of the press.  Omaha had gone crazy at the news that Violet Weathers was in town for two weeks to shoot a marketing campaign with Pure Desire for their new skincare line. We were starting off that craziness with a press conference.

“You have to add it in, Violet. Max said…”

“I know what Max said. I was in the meeting, too.” Good God, Allie was pissing me off today.

“You still haven’t told me about last night, either…”

“That’s because it’s none of your business. You are my agent, Allie, not my mother.”

“It becomes my business if he goes to the papers.”

“I couldn’t care less if he did. I’m not the first person to ever have a one night stand.” Well, a two
week
stand if I had my way, but that was beside the point.

“Great attitude, Violet,” Allie huffed just as I was called into the conference room. I really hoped the meeting didn’t run over. I wanted time to get changed before heading over to see Blake.

Taking a private car, I headed over to Blake’s garage. I knew I had to tell him who I was before he found out from someone else, but I just loved how natural it all felt because he
didn’t
know. Last night, Blake had made love to
me
, not the supermodel, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love every minute of it. The truth was, I didn’t really want it to end. Selfish, I know.

Blake was on the phone when I walked in, his music blaring from the speakers just like last night. As his eyes caught mine, he smirked and looked me up and down while never pausing in his conversation. Christ, I was drenched just from his stare.

“Do you want me to pick up the new courtesy car?” he asked, his eyes completely fixated on me. “Okay, I’ll drop by later, then. Thanks!” I was still holding the chicken sandwich I’d brought for him when he put the phone down.

“I brought you a chicken sandwich. I should have asked what you wanted, but I figured everyone likes chicken. I didn’t have them add anything else, though, just in case you were allergic to anything. Oh God…you’re not allergic to chicken, are you?” The whole time I was rambling, Blake was stalking toward me. My body began to burn as he drew closer, and by the time I had stopped talking complete crap, he was standing right in front of me.

“No,” he smirked, suddenly pulling me into his arms as he crashed his lips against mine. I groaned into his mouth, almost trying to mount the poor guy right there in the middle of his office. How the hell had he turned me into a needy sex slave? I wanted him—and I didn’t want to wait a second longer!

Blake responded by lifting me up by my ass. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me somewhere. I had no idea where, though; I was too busy trying to permanently attach my lips to his. I heard a door shut and my backside rest on something cold but firm as he set me down.

“I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” he moaned, opening my legs and stepping in between them. I was on a desk—Blake’s desk, maybe? It was so hot! “Fuck, Violet. What are you doing to me?” he moaned, capturing my lips again. I began to fumble desperately with his coveralls. Luckily, they were undone down to the waist again, so I only needed to push them over his hips and let gravity do the rest. As soon as they fell, I made quick work of his jeans. We were having sex right there on the desk; there was no other option.

“Christ, Beautiful…slow down,” Blake snarled as I cupped his erection once his jeans were out of the way. “I haven’t even started on you yet.” Oh, God, I was going to combust! I felt Blake’s hands run up my legs and under my skirt. When I lifted my ass for him, he pulled my panties off, making me moan. “Mm…you still have too many clothes on,” he stated as his eyes raked over my body. I smirked when his hands moved to undo my blouse, skimming over my breasts as he opened my shirt and exposed them. “You are so fucking perfect,” he mused, pulling my bra cups down. I groaned as his lips latched onto my already hardened nipple, and I was lost in a feeling of euphoria as his fingers pushed into my aching, drenched center.

“Oh…God…Blake,” I moaned, throwing my head back as he set a fast pace.

“I want to fuck you on my desk,” he smoldered against my ear.

“Do it! Just fucking do it!” I demanded, feeling my cliff quickly approaching.

“All in good time, Beautiful. First, I want to hear you scream my name.” I came instantly at his words, screaming his name until I was muffled by his passionate kiss. Before I could even come back down from my peak, I heard the sounds of a condom wrapper. I didn’t even have time to think as he pulled my legs apart and thrust into me.

His attack was relentless. He coaxed me back against his desk, gripping my waist tightly and using it to push deeper with each thrust. I was squirming around and shoving papers onto the floor.  At one point, I think I even knocked the caddy on his desk over, spilling all the pens everywhere, but I was too lost in the feeling of his amazing cock sliding in and out of me to really care. We both came together a few minutes later, groaning out our release. Had I really only just met the guy yesterday?

“And I didn’t think it could get better than last night,” Blake smirked once we had regulated our breathing. “I should take a lunch break more often,” he added, licking up my neck.

“Blake,” I giggled, trying to push him away. “I only have an hour before I have to get back.”

“You know it doesn’t take me long,” he teased, his hands roaming up my leg.

“You’re ready again?” I moaned.

“I think I’ll always be ready for you,” he murmured, crashing his lips against mine. If I didn’t have such a tight schedule I would have let him continue, but I really did have to leave.

“Save some for later, Stud,” I giggled, pushing him back with my leg while I straightened out my shirt and tried to find my panties. “Where did you throw my panties?”

“Finders keepers.” There was no way he was keeping my panties. I couldn’t go to a press interview without any panties on.

“I need my panties, Blake.”

“Come and get them, then,” he challenged. Goddammit! Why was he so incredibly sexy?

“I really need to go, Blake. I can’t be late for my meeting,” I pouted.

“Then go,” he winked. “I’ll hold onto your panties and bring them back to your hotel room later.” That offer was so tempting.

“You’ve only known me for a day. What makes you think you have any right to my panties?”

“I think I’ve earned them.”

“Is that right?” I questioned seductively, pushing him up against the wall. “I’ll make you a deal—
if
you give me my panties now, I’ll obey any order you give me later tonight.”

“You’ll do anything?” Blake’s eyes darkened with desire.

With a smirk, I ran my fingertips down his bare chest. “If you give them back to me right now, I promise I will obey your every wish later tonight,” I smoldered, moving my fingertips down toward his happy trail. His desire became more than obvious as it began to grow against my stomach.

“Jesus Christ, Violet,” Blake gasped, quickly handing me my panties. “You win!”

“Thank you,” I beamed, pecking his lips before slipping my panties back on. “Can you get to the hotel around eight tonight?”

“After the offer you just gave me, nothing would stop me. I’ll bring your new car over, too,” he smirked, drenching my panties again with the way his eyes roamed over me.

“Okay,” I giggled as I opened the door. Blake followed behind me, still buttoning up his shirt.

“Blake! Where the
hell
have you been?” I heard a female voice call. My eyes fell upon a redhead whose face looked familiar. That’s when it dawned on me—that was the woman in the photos on Blake’s desk in the garage. Oh crap, she wasn’t a girlfriend, was she? “Are you kidding me?” she screeched. “Drew’s been working his ass off for you and you’re screwing some chick in my fucking office!”
Oh shit!

“Sarah, calm down,” Blake pleaded. I had dropped my head, suddenly ashamed of myself. “And this is
our
office. You only own half the garage, remember?”

“Dad is going to freak when I tell him. You are such a whore. This is your place of work!” Dad? Oh, thank God! This Sarah woman was Blake’s sister.

“Sarah,” Blake cautioned, “watch your mouth. Violet is…well, she is important to me, okay?!” I was important after only one day? Wow. Why did that affect me so much?

“Really? Is that why you screwed her in the back office?” Sarah seethed, At that point, I knew I had to look up and explain.

“Look, I’m sorry. I brought Blake some lunch and, well…we got a little carried away,” I admitted, meeting Sarah’s gaze.

“Oh. My. God!” she gasped. “You’re…You’re…
Violet Weathers
!” Christ! Of course Blake’s sister would know who I was. “Blake…what the…how the
hell
…I…I have no idea what to say.” Yep, it was obvious that Sarah had lost it.

Blake was just looking between his sister and me, completely puzzled.

“Sarah, Baby, I’m just taking the truck back to…holy fuck!” A big, burly, fair haired man stood with his mouth gaping open, looking right at me.
Great! Another fan!
How the
hell
did Blake not know who I was when everyone else around here seemed to? “You look just like…I mean, are you…?”

“Yes, I’m Violet Weathers. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I smiled sweetly.

“I have your calendar this year. It’s extremely hot!” the burly man blurted out suddenly. Sarah hit his chest, clearly annoyed.

“Drew, show Violet some respect. She isn’t a piece of meat!” she glared, turning to look at me sweetly. “So how do you know my brother, Violet? I mean, he never mentioned he knew the world’s number one super model pinup.” I tried to hide the cringe as I watched the realization hit Blake’s face.        

“I…I…”

“I need to take Violet back to the hotel. She doesn’t have time for twenty questions,” Blake replied, grabbing my arm suddenly. Crap, was he pissed at me?

“It was nice to meet you,” I heard Sarah call before Blake opened the car door for me.

He started the engine and backed up without a word. “Were you ever going to tell me?” he finally asked as he pulled out into traffic.

“It was never the right time,” I whispered.

“Um…what about when I asked your name last night? You could have added the supermodel part in then!”

“I didn’t see why it would matter.”

“Violet, I’ve been trying to work out why I felt as if I already knew you, and there I was, thinking it was some…some
connection
, when really it’s because my brother-in-law has a crazy obsession with you. Not to mention the fact that my sister has wanted to
be
you for the last three years! You’re fucking
Violet Weathers
; you should have told me!”

“Is it
my
fault that you didn’t recognize me?” I snapped. “And why should it matter who I am? There was a connection between us, Blake. I felt it, too,” I admitted, trying to reach out to touch his arm.