Personal Assistant (27 page)

       
“Which me?”
He glared at her and dared her to lie to him.

       
“Hmmm,”
she laughed. “Now wouldn’t you like to know? But wait which me were you in
there masturbating to, or was it me at all? Huh? You think I didn’t notice the
swimsuit issue had made it from one location to another?”

       
Oops.
“Always you, usually, you in the bathroom at the Italian
restaurant.
Sometimes, you in the apartment because
you admitted your undying love for me.”

       
“There
is that…”

       
“Unfasten
the shirt, Frankie. I want to see what you are wearing underneath.” He was
tired of discussing it. He wanted her.
Now.

       
She
slid the buttons free, slowly, purposefully until the front was unfastened and
he could slip it down her shoulders. He enjoyed the creamy white flesh of her
breasts contrasting against the navy blue silk and lace bra. It held her closer
together and lifted her ample bosom.  “I knew you were wearing this one.”

       
She
moved to unfasten the bra strap and he said, “No. Leave it on for now.”

       
“I
have to get the skirt off if you want to see the rest.”

       
“I
want to watch you pull it off, and then I want you to bend over those pillows
and show me what you’ve been doing to yourself.”

       
“I
haven’t been doing it from that angle,” she said as she moved to his side to
remove the skirt.

       
“Yeah,
but I like that view.” He rolled to his side and watched her get situated. She
was blushing. It had been a while and he had not made her follow through on the
masturbation deal, until now. “Now reach and let me see your fingers on the
outside of the panties.”

       
“Kinky
much?” she tried for humor.

       
“I
am today.” He shrugged as he propped up to enjoy the view. “Okay, now lean down
farther, move your knees, yes, like that, now show me.”

       
“Like
this?” She began moving her fingers over the panties.

       
“Yes.”

       
Soon
enough she was less embarrassed and more interested in the act. She tugged and
pulled at the panties after her hand had slipped beneath, but they were
annoying her so she stopped, removed them, and then went back to her position
with a frustrated growl.

       
“You
need help?” he teased.

       
“Yes,”
she whispered.

       
He
obliged her by pressing a finger at her slick opening. She pushed back on him
with a moan of pleasure. It was starting to get difficult to remain aloof in
this situation. He wanted to watch her, he wanted to play, but the longer it
took for her to find a rhythm, to make
herself
come,
the less patience he had. “Frankie, have you really been using the vibrator?”

       
She
didn’t say anything. His eyes widened and he pulled his finger out and
insisted, “Turn over and look at me.”  When she did he asked, “Have you?”

       
She
shrugged. “Not at first, but yeah, lately.”

       
“How
many times do you come with that thing?” He was curious.

       
“Do
you mean just come or do you mean
really
come?”

       
“Is
there a difference?” He moved to cover her with his body and she greeted him
with open arms and legs.

       
“Yes.
I can come hard about three times, but I can get little arcs afterwards up
to…four more.”

       
“Seven?”
Jonas sat back.
“Seven times?
Damn! Okay then. That’s
settled.”

       
“What
is?”

       
“I
have to go for eight.”

       
“You
don’t understand…”

       
“No,
you
don’t understand. I will not be
bested by batteries. I am taking back what is
mine
.”

***

       
And
he did, with a vengeance. At some point Frankie was sure she would just pass
out. He tormented her. She had come hard more than three times, but
her
over sensitized clit was on convulsive autopilot. He had
seven. She had nothing left to give. She was as limp and sated as she had ever
been in her life. Finally, after a long fought battle, he situated himself for
entry. He had brought her off by hand, by mouth, but not by fucking her.
Until now.
The delightful intrusion of his cock into her
engorged flesh brought a whole new onslaught of electricity.

       
He
groaned
,
she was sure he wasn’t going to last long. He
was high on his victory and he had been waiting for this moment a long time. It
combined to throw them both into a second wind of energy.

       
He
was gentle at first, testing, working, then harder, faster, until Frankie
remembered what she had been missing. The feel of him this deep, this
connected, she lifted her leg at an angle and he hit just right, like he always
did. He was sweating, exhausted, and by the look in his devilishly handsome
eyes he was about to come. “Give me eight.”

       
He
pressed his fingers to her clit and within seconds she came. Violently,
shivering, a moan tore from her throat in the form of his name. She could see
the sparks, the darkness, he had done it again.

       
Frankie
felt his finger trace the bridge of her nose, his voice called, “Frankie. Wake
up.”

       
“You
knocked me out.” She smiled.

       
“Yes.
I. Did.” He grinned. “I didn’t even need help from the headboard this time.”

       
She
giggled.

       
“Do
you love me?”

       
“Yes.”

       
“Enough to have my babies?”

       
She
nodded. She also wondered how many he had in mind.

       
“Do
you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

       
“Yes.”

       
“Good
to know.” He leaned in and kissed her lips. He pushed up and rolled out of the
bed. “Do you want a sandwich? I’m starving.”

Three
months later…

       
Frankie
had been nuts. There was so much to do in preparation for the trip to London.
The director wanted to get some shots on location to accurately portray the
weather or something. Frankie did not know, nor did she care. They were almost
a year into this thing; most of the first movie was completed, except for these
new scenes they wanted to add. Frankie had revamped some of his online
presence. Taking a cue from Ivy, she had fought and claimed his name on the
main social media outlets and had started posting information for him that his
true fans would appreciate and that the rest would learn to live with.

       
He
was racking up followers daily and she didn’t mind responding or sharing
positive things his followers said about him. That little bit of interaction
meant a lot to people. In addition to getting Jonas electronically straightened
out, she had signed on to help Jonas’s mom plan Janice’s baby shower. In her
world prior to Hollywood this might consist of ten to fifteen friends or a
party at work where everyone brought a gift and ate cake on their lunch break.
Not so in this case. There was an entire venue rented out for it and more than
a hundred people on the guest list.

       
This
break she was taking wasn’t really a break. It was a last minute meeting he had
asked her to attend with him and then they would grab lunch afterwards. For
three months she couldn’t tell if she was coming or going, but she could
pinpoint his every move and kept people he was accountable to and for happy.

       
As
predicted, he missed the meeting, but made it to lunch.

       
“Hey,”
he leaned over and kissed her. “How did it go?”

       
If
he wasn’t the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen she might have been able to
muster a look of frustration. As it was, he looked great, happy, like he was up
to something.

       
“Good,
I have to read through the contracts, but I think you will be happy with what
they have in mind.” She pulled out her datebook and started flipping through
it. She had three calendars: her phone, her datebook, and the one on the desk
in the office. She kept them all synchronized, but the old fashioned planner
she held in her hand was still her favorite.

       
Maybe
it was because she had flipped to four months ago she noticed the personal
symbol on the page. It reminded her of something she forgot she needed to keep
track of. She turned the page as he ordered drinks and food for them both. She
turned another page, and another.

       
“I’m
late,” she looked up at him.

       
He
looked at his phone on the table and said, “For what? I don’t have any
reminders set.”

       
“It’s
not something I had an appointment for.” She smiled.

       
He
tilted his head, stared at her a few moments and said, “Really?”

       
She
nodded.

       
“Damn!”
He crossed his arms and sat back against the booth. They were eating at his
favorite Italian restaurant. The one that sent a flush of memories through her
any time she went to the ladies room.

       
“What?”

       
“I’m
already being upstaged.” He laughed.

       
“I
don’t know what you’re talking about.” She smiled at him. He was definitely up
to something.

       
“It
took me a while to get this. I would have given it to you earlier, but I had to
decide and then get it made.” He reached into his pocket and slid a box across
the table. “You already made the commitment. I just thought you might want
one.”

       
She
opened the box to find a ring. Not a diamond ring, a band that looked like a
sliver of a book. The script, in tiny print, read,
Whatever
our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

       
“Wuthering Heights.”
She loved it instantly.

       
“I
just thought this was more…you, us, you know?”

       
She
couldn’t help it, “Are you proposing to me?”

       
“Again?” he quirked a brow.

       
She
tried to think of when he proposed to her the first time. He did talk in his
sleep the longer the work days had become. Maybe he dreamed it.

       
“Again?”
She teased as she slid the ring on her finger.

       
“You
said yes. I asked if you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me and you
said yes. I thought that meant yes.” He frowned at her. “You didn’t have a
problem saying yes you wanted a sandwich and then eating it.”

       
“What?”

       
“You
don’t remember?” he looked a bit hurt.

       
“I
do. I do remember. I do want to spend the rest of my life with you, to have
your baby…”

       
“Babies,
plural,” he reminded her.

       
“Babies,”
she clarified. “But I didn’t know you wanted to marry me.”

       
He
nodded. “I can see where I might have needed to clarify.”

       
He
smiled. She moved from her seat across from him to slide in next to him. He
moved to allow her room. “This ring is beautiful, it is perfect, and I would
love to spend the rest of my life as your wife, the mother to your children and
at least until the baby arrives as your personal assistant.”

       
“I
don’t want anyone else running my life.” He pushed her hair behind her ear.
“It’s been going really good since you took over.”

       
She
laughed, “I do love knowing your every move.”

       
“Every move?”
He bit into his lower lip. His eyes sparkled.

       
“Yes,”
she nodded. “And you should know, because you should always know, I’m not
wearing underwear.”

       
“Go
lock yourself in the bathroom. I’ll be there in two minutes.”