The Assistant (5 page)

Stephanie gave me another odd look.  “I’m
sure he does.  Now, tell me a little bit about yourself, Lina.  Aiden hasn’t
really shared any personal stuff about you with us.”

“Well I uh, I grew up in the city.  I’ve
worked for about three years for Aiden.”

“Lovely.  And do you have any siblings?”

“Yes.  I have an older sister named Kate.”

“Are you close to your parents?”

“Yes.”

“Lovely.  Has Aiden met them?”

“What?”  I blinked at her.

“Has Aiden met your parents?”

I shook my head.  “No.  Um, Aiden and I
just work together.  We’re not uh, dating or anything like that.”

“Oh!”  She gave me a look of surprise.  “Oh
my goodness, I’m so sorry.  With the way he talks about you, and then Joe told
me that earlier he saw you two…” 

She trailed off and gave me a look of
embarrassment.  “Goodness, I am terribly embarrassed right now.”

I smiled at her.  “It’s fine, Stephanie. 
You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

She stood and stirred the sauce again.  “I
do tend to run off at the mouth from time to time.”

I laughed.  “You and me both.”

She grinned at me.  “I have a feeling we’re
going to get along very well, Lina.”

“Now, don’t you be a stranger, Lina!” 
Stephanie stood in the doorway and gave me one last hug.  “You’re welcome to
come to the house anytime you want.  You don’t have to wait for an invitation. 
You have my cell number right?  I’m going to be in town next week and I’d love
to get together for coffee.”

“I have it,” I confirmed.  “Definitely call
me and we’ll go for coffee.  Thank you, Steph.  I really enjoyed meeting you
and Joe, and thank you again for dinner.  It was delicious.”

“You’re so welcome, sweetie.  Aiden – make
sure you bring Lina with you the next time you come to the cabin,” Stephanie
said sternly.

Aiden gave her an uncomfortable smile but
didn’t say anything as I shook Joe’s hand and we left the warmth of their
house.

“Toodles!  Be careful walking home!  Love
you!”  Stephanie hollered as Joe closed the door.

Aiden and I walked silently through the
falling snow.  It was very dark and I stumbled a little as King brushed past me
and bounded ahead of us.  Aiden reached over and took my hand without speaking.

“Thanks.”

He nodded and I held his hand tightly as he
led me through the deep snow.  By the time we reached the cabin, I was feeling
the bite of the wind and I hurried into the warmth of the cabin.  Aiden dropped
my hand and immediately started to build up the fire as I took off my jacket
and boots.  I perched on one of the stools at the island as Aiden pulled out
the couch and gave me an oddly nervous look.

“So, uh, the bedroom is going to be way too
cold for you, I think.  I’ll sleep in there and you can stay out here where
it’s warmer.  The couch is more comfortable than it looks, I swear.”

I shook my head immediately.  “No, I’ll
take the bedroom.  You said you usually sleep out here in the winter and I
don’t get cold easily.  I’ll be fine in the bedroom.”

He frowned at me.  “You do get cold.  You
nearly freeze to death in the office for God’s sake.”

I slid off the stool and walked quickly to
the bedroom.  “I insist, Aiden.  I swear I’ll be fine.  Good night.”

I gave him a large, false smile and
disappeared into the bedroom before he could argue again.  I leaned against the
door and released my breath in a huge rush.  Aiden had been quiet and weird the
entire night and as much as I had enjoyed Stephanie and Joe’s company, his
weirdness was freaking me out.  He was probably berating himself the entire
night for kissing me, and my face burned as I thought back to the way I had
begged him to kiss me.  Aiden had zero interest in me and I had made a fool of
myself with my pathetic begging.

I sighed loudly and quickly stripped out of
my jeans and hoodie.  I struggled out of my bra, but left my shirt and tank top
on.  I hesitated before deciding to keep my long underwear and socks on. 
Shivering, I hurried to the bed and climbed beneath the cold covers.  I lay
trembling in the middle of the bed, trying to forget the way Aiden’s mouth had
tasted.

* * *

An hour later I was still wide awake and
shaking with cold.  I had put my hoodie on again and jammed my toque on my head
but the entire bed was vibrating with the force of my shivering.  I was just
considering hopping out of bed and putting on my jeans when the door opened and
Aiden stuck his head in.

“Lina?”

“Yeah?”

“Jesus, it’s freezing in here.  Get out of
bed.”

“N-no,” I stuttered.  “I’m too cold.”

“I know.  Come on, you need to come into
the living room with me.  It’s warmer in there.”  He was pulling back the
covers and I made a soft whine as the cold air hit me.  “Get up, Lina.”

Grumbling loudly, I climbed out of bed and
watched as he hauled the top mattress, blankets and all, out of the room.  I
followed him into the living room as he dropped the mattress on the floor. 
“Get in.”

Too cold to argue, I burrowed under the
covers and squeaked with surprise when Aiden climbed in behind me.

“What are you doing?”

“Body heat,” he said briefly.  “We’ll both
be warmer this way.”

I didn’t reply as he molded his body to the
back of mine.  His arm went around my waist and he buried his face between my
shoulder blades.  “You’re freezing.”

“I kn-know,” I chattered grumpily. 

He rubbed my arms roughly.  “You’ll warm up
soon.  Try and get some sleep.”

“Right,” I said.  I would never fall asleep
with Aiden’s hard body plastered up against mine.  Of course, I was already
feeling warmer and the heat from the fire felt good on my face.  I yawned
tiredly as my body relaxed and Aiden’s arm slipped around my waist again.

“Good night, Lina,” he whispered.

“Night,” I mumbled.

I woke up a couple of hours later.  I had
gone from freezing cold to much too warm and I sat up in the bed.

“What’s wrong?”  Aiden sat up beside me.

“Too hot.”  I unzipped my hoodie and struggled
out of it before yanking my shirt over my head.  It left me in just my tank top
and I wondered briefly about Aiden’s sharp inhale as I pulled the toque off my
head and collapsed back on the bed. 

I left the covers pooled around my waist, I
was so warm I was perspiring, and stretched languidly before yawning.

“Fuck,” Aiden muttered.

“What’s wrong?”  I cracked open one eye and
squinted up at him.  He wasn’t looking at me, his attention was on my breasts
and I glanced downward.

“Shit!” 

I’d forgotten just how thin and tight my
tank top was and without a bra, my breasts were practically busting out of the damn
thing.

I reached for the covers, my face a
brilliant shade of red, but before I could yank them up, Aiden’s hand was
circling my wrists and he was pulling my arms above my head. 

“What are you doing?”  I whispered.

His attention was still solely devoted to
my breasts.  “You’ve been teasing me with your delectable tits for the last
three years.  I think it’s time I had a taste, don’t you?”

“I haven’t been teasing you!”  I glared at
him as he threw one hard leg over my thighs and pinned me down. 

“Haven’t you?”  He raised his gaze to mine
and my panties were instantly wet at the dark lust in his eyes.

“No,” I whispered weakly as he used his
free hand to pull my tank top upward until it was bunched around my upper chest. 
He made a growl of approval at the sight of my naked breasts before bending his
head and sucking my nipple into his mouth.

I moaned as my nipple hardened into a tight
bud and he used his tongue to trace tiny circles around it.  When he bit me, my
back arched and I cried out with pleasure, my entire body shuddering against
his.  Part of me believed I was dreaming and I stared wide-eyed at him as he
lifted his head and gave me a dark look of desire.

“My little kitten likes that, does she?” 
Aiden whispered.  He took my other nipple into his mouth and teased it with his
teeth and tongue until I was writhing and moaning uncontrollably.  I pulled
frantically at his hand and he tightened it around my wrists before letting
go. 

I clutched his head in my hands, small
whimpers escaping from my mouth, as he pulled and sucked at my throbbing
nipples. 

“Please, Aiden,” I moaned.

“Please what?”  He pinched my nipple gently.

“Oh!”  I gasped and tugged at his hair. 
“Please kiss me.”

“My pleasure, princess.”  He kissed me
deeply, his tongue sliding in to touch mine and I sucked eagerly on it.  This
was really happening.  My fantasies about him were actually turning into
reality and I arched my body against his as we kissed hungrily.

He cupped and kneaded my breasts before
tearing his mouth from mine.  “You’re a responsive little thing, aren’t you?”

I blushed and he grinned wickedly and
kissed the tip of my nose.  “Don’t be embarrassed.  I like it.  Lift your
hips.”

I raised my hips obediently and he tugged
my long underwear down my legs.  I kicked them off impatiently, dragging my
socks with them, and he pushed me back when I tried to turn on my side to face
him.

“No.”  His voice was firm and a shiver of
arousal racked my body.  He rested his hand on my stomach and kissed my neck,
sucking gently before nipping at my earlobe.

“Open your legs, kitten,” he demanded.

I parted them immediately and he made a
soft sound of approval before cupping me through my panties.  The crotch of
them was soaking wet and he grinned again.  “So wet already.”

“Oh please,” I begged.

“Patience, Ms. Jones,” he said sternly.

I wiggled my pelvis against his hand before
reaching down and cupping him through his track pants.  He inhaled sharply, his
hips bucking into my hand as I gripped him firmly.

“Naughty girl.”  He bit my lower lip until
I gasped, and then licked away the sting.

I rubbed his cock almost desperately.  A
part of me was ashamed of my eagerness and obvious need but a larger, stronger
part was beyond caring.  I had spent the better part of three years lusting
after my boss and I wanted him inside of me.

He slid his hand inside my panties and
pushed one long finger into my throbbing cunt.  I cried out and arched my pelvis
as he stared down at me.

“When was the last time you were fucked?” 
He suddenly asked.

I blinked at him as he slid a second finger
into my wet pussy.  “W-what?”

“When was the last time you had a cock
sliding into this amazingly tight little pussy?”  He growled.

“I – I don’t know.  A long time.”  I
flushed with embarrassment.  It had been exactly two years, two months and five
days but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

“Was it a boyfriend or a random hook up?”

I frowned at him.  “What does it matter?”

“Tell me,” he insisted.  His fingers were
still firmly inside of me but he had stopped moving them and I made a small
whine of need.

He grinned at the sound.  “Tell me what I
want to know and I’ll move my fingers, kitten.”

“Boyfriend,” I gasped.

“Why did you break up?”

I sighed with frustration.  “We were too
different.”

“Bullshit,” he replied immediately. 
“People always say they broke up because they were too different.  It’s rarely
the truth.”

He pulled his second finger free and I
moaned with disappointment.  “Aiden, please.  You promised.”

“Tell me the truth.”  He used his thumb to
rub at my clit and I nearly climaxed all over his hand.  He stopped immediately
and gave me a look of disapproval.

“You really need to learn control, Ms.
Jones.”

I panted harshly as my heart thudded
heavily in my chest.  “Please touch me, Aiden.”

“I will.”  His tone became soothing and he
kissed me softly on the mouth.  “Now, tell me the truth.”

I didn’t want to.  I had never told anyone,
not even my best friend Tracy, the real reason that Kent had broken up with
me.  The truth was utterly humiliating, but I knew Aiden would leave me aching
and needy if I didn’t.  The thought of not having his cock, of not finding the
release I was so desperate for, made me blurt out the truth.  

“I – I wasn’t good enough in bed for him. 
He liked lots of different positions and I’m, well I’m heavy and not that
flexible, and he was tired of the same old positions.  He said if I lost weight
and became more adventurous in bed, he would take me back.  I didn’t lose the
weight and he moved on with a thin, pretty girl.”

I closed my eyes.  The desire had faded
from my body and I was left with nothing but the same sick embarrassment I had
felt for months after Kent had finally admitted I didn’t do it for him in bed. 
I was a fool if I thought Aiden wouldn’t feel the same way the first time he
tried to fuck me in something other than the missionary position.  I had taken
up yoga in the last year, grunting and sweating to a DVD in the privacy of my
home, and while I was slightly more flexible than I used to be, I would never
be the kind of girl who could put her legs up over her head or get into the intricate
sex positions that seemed to be so popular in the porn industry.

“Look at me, Lina.”

I shook my head.  “No.  Can you – can you
please let me go?  I think it’s better if I go back to the bedroom now.”

Instead of releasing me, his hand tightened
in my hair and he pressed his hard body closer to mine.  “No.  Look at me,
Lina.”

I opened my eyes and blinked rapidly,
willing myself not to cry.  I was already humiliated enough.

Aiden stared down at me.  There was anger
on his chiseled face and I swallowed nervously.

“Aiden, I – “

“You’re beautiful, Lina.  Do you hear me? 
You’re absolutely, fucking gorgeous and I’m tempted to find out this asshole’s
name so I can go to his house and kick his fucking ass for making you think you
aren’t.”