Hayley
Chapter 1
His skin is so
hot against hers. His touch sets her on fire. She has been waiting
for this for way too long. Ever since she saw him for the first
time, she knew exactly that this is what she wanted from him. And
now it’s all coming true. His body on hers. His lips exploring
every inch of her. The hunger and need in his eyes. He wants her
just as much as she wants him. So desperately…
A loud knock on
the door wakes Hayley and makes her sit up in shock. After the
second forceful knock, she turns to the bedside table and glances
at the clock. 3.30 AM. ’Who the fuck can it be?’ She slowly
gets up from the bed, disoriented and walks to the door, her head
still dizzy from the lack of sleep, her breathing still heavy
thanks to the dream she just had. What was he doing in her dream…?
Ridiculous.
'What
the…?' and what is he doing in front of her hotel room in the
middle of the night? Again. Ridiculous.
'Do you know
what time is it?' she asks Jackson between two yawns when she opens
the door.
'I have no
idea. All I know is that it's working time.' he says, giving her a
stern look from behind his sunglasses. 'Sleep is for the weak.' his
eyes are wandering on her pj-clad body.
'Whatever, ever
heard of beauty sleep?' her voice not even trying to hide her
indignation.
'Come on, you
look… Anyway, uhm… Could you just, I don’t know, put some actual
clothes on?' he says, eyeing her tiny short disapprovingly.
'Why the hell
would I do that?' she asks him, trying to pull her short as low
down her thighs as possible.
'Because…' he
can't seem to find the right words, from the way he's clenching his
hands together, it's obvious to her that he feels just as
uncomfortable as she does. 'If I’m not mistaken, I'm your boss and
I asked you to get dressed and come to my room.' he finally seems
to gather some confidence, impatience clear in his voice.
'Oh really,
boss? I can't remember the part of my contract that says I have to
play your sex slave whenever you're horny in the middle of the
night and when for once you haven't brought any groupies back to
your room after a show. Shall I put on something slutty but formal
for you? I’ll check my costumes, I could play your secretary, you
like role play, don't you?' she retorts angrily and tries to close
the door right in front of his face.
'Fucking funny,
Hayley, really. Excuse me for not appreciating your weird sense of
humour at this time of the day. Or night, whatever. I said…' he
keeps the door open easily with one hand. 'Get dressed. Be in my
room in 10. I’m stuck in work, it’s a fucking dead-end project, I
need your help.' he says with a look on his face that’s telling her
it's time to stop joking. Or being sarcastic and bitchy, even if it
means fighting her nature.
'Fine.' she
lets out a frustrated sigh. 'I'll be there in 5. Boss…' she adds,
saluting to him.
'I thought so.'
he says, the usual playful smirk that drives her nuts on most day
is back on his face as he turns around and walks back to his own
room.
'You better
give me a huge raise for this. Jerk.' she mumbles after him and
can't help but check out his butt in those tight pants. Too bad
that the man is a narcissistic douche who hates her guts, otherwise
she would gladly break her own rule of not mixing pleasure with
business and get down and dirty with that hot piece of ass.
*****
Chapter
2
She gets
dressed quickly, changing her tight tank top to a baggy T-shirt.
The short can stay. It seemed to make him uncomfortable. Yes, the
short definitely stays. She doesn’t know when did things evolve
like this between. He was looking for a new personal assistant when
Bella, his former right hand announced that she’s getting married
and wants to take a few months off to enjoy the life of newlyweds.
Doing nothing, having sex 24/7. Understandable. Hayley got the job
and couldn’t believe her luck.
Luck, right.
Ask her about that now. In the past few weeks that they have been
working
Chapter 1
His skin is so
hot against hers. His touch sets her on fire. She has been waiting
for this for way too long. Ever since she saw him for the first
time, she knew exactly that this is what she wanted from him. And
now it’s all coming true. His body on hers. His lips exploring
every inch of her. The hunger and need in his eyes. He wants her
just as much as she wants him. So desperately…
A loud knock on
the door wakes Hayley and makes her sit up in shock. After the
second forceful knock, she turns to the bedside table and glances
at the clock. 3.30 AM. ’Who the fuck can it be?’ She slowly
gets up from the bed, disoriented and walks to the door, her head
still dizzy from the lack of sleep, her breathing still heavy
thanks to the dream she just had. What was he doing in her dream…?
Ridiculous.
'What
the…?' and what is he doing in front of her hotel room in the
middle of the night? Again. Ridiculous.
'Do you know
what time is it?' she asks Jackson between two yawns when she opens
the door.
'I have no
idea. All I know is that it's working time.' he says, giving her a
stern look from behind his sunglasses. 'Sleep is for the weak.' his
eyes are wandering on her pj-clad body.
'Whatever, ever
heard of beauty sleep?' her voice not even trying to hide her
indignation.
'Come on, you
look… Anyway, uhm… Could you just, I don’t know, put some actual
clothes on?' he says, eyeing her tiny short disapprovingly.
'Why the hell
would I do that?' she asks him, trying to pull her short as low
down her thighs as possible.
'Because…' he
can't seem to find the right words, from the way he's clenching his
hands together, it's obvious to her that he feels just as
uncomfortable as she does. 'If I’m not mistaken, I'm your boss and
I asked you to get dressed and come to my room.' he finally seems
to gather some confidence, impatience clear in his voice.
'Oh really,
boss? I can't remember the part of my contract that says I have to
play your sex slave whenever you're horny in the middle of the
night and when for once you haven't brought any groupies back to
your room after a show. Shall I put on something slutty but formal
for you? I’ll check my costumes, I could play your secretary, you
like role play, don't you?' she retorts angrily and tries to close
the door right in front of his face.
'Fucking funny,
Hayley, really. Excuse me for not appreciating your weird sense of
humour at this time of the day. Or night, whatever. I said…' he
keeps the door open easily with one hand. 'Get dressed. Be in my
room in 10. I’m stuck in work, it’s a fucking dead-end project, I
need your help.' he says with a look on his face that’s telling her
it's time to stop joking. Or being sarcastic and bitchy, even if it
means fighting her nature.
'Fine.' she
lets out a frustrated sigh. 'I'll be there in 5. Boss…' she adds,
saluting to him.
'I thought so.'
he says, the usual playful smirk that drives her nuts on most day
is back on his face as he turns around and walks back to his own
room.
'You better
give me a huge raise for this. Jerk.' she mumbles after him and
can't help but check out his butt in those tight pants. Too bad
that the man is a narcissistic douche who hates her guts, otherwise
she would gladly break her own rule of not mixing pleasure with
business and get down and dirty with that hot piece of ass.
*****
Chapter
2
She gets
dressed quickly, changing her tight tank top to a baggy T-shirt.
The short can stay. It seemed to make him uncomfortable. Yes, the
short definitely stays. She doesn’t know when did things evolve
like this between. He was looking for a new personal assistant when
Bella, his former right hand announced that she’s getting married
and wants to take a few months off to enjoy the life of newlyweds.
Doing nothing, having sex 24/7. Understandable. Hayley got the job
and couldn’t believe her luck.
Luck, right.
Ask her about that now. In the past few weeks that they have been
working
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