you about doing that?”
“I didn"t…” Rayne rolled her eyes and sighed. If she could only tell her…
Brianna inserted another pin then stepped back and eyed her with pride.
“A"ight ladies. I think we"ve created the first, black Queen of England.”
Roslyn, the fashion designer giggled and slipped a red, silk finishing
garment, accentuated with a wide lacy ruff as a collar over her arms and shoulders
to complete the ensemble.
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“Uh huh, yes we did. This is my finest work.”
Fay, Roslyn"s assistant clasped a jeweled chocker around her neck. “The
Virgin Queen, ain"t got nothing on you, girl.”
Rayne would"ve shared their laughter, but her mind was nowhere in the
vicinity of the four walls she was trapped in. She had to get the hell out of here.
The need to make a run for the car and break away from everybody caused anxiety.
Man, why couldn"t this be easier? Other stars called their own shots, moved
about as they pleased with or without a bodyguard, but here she was on lock
down, like a criminal.
She eyed Brianna with an idea spooling in her brain. “Hey, uh Bri…”
Brianna grabbed her hand and led her out of the room. “C"mon boo, we"ll
chat later. Sota said ya"ll on a tight schedule today and I"m not trying to be the one
blamed for setting you back this time.”
Sucking her teeth, Rayne marched onto the set and assumed a pose on the
lavish chaise lounge. With her mind distracted, she delivered poses by rote, which
had Roberto singing her praises.
History had never been a subject she paid close attention to in school, but
she"d seen enough photos and paintings to know how to pull off a convincing shot.
During the fifteenth frame, Rayne locked eyes with Roberto. “Bathroom
break?”
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“Of course, your majesty,” he conceded with a formal bow.
Gathering the layers of her wide skirt, she rushed off the set and grabbed
Brianna"s arm. “I need you to hold all of these layers up so I can pee.” She was
careful not to look Sota"s way. Even the slightest glance toward him would shatter
her plan.
“What would you do without me?” Brianna laughed as they darted into the
bathroom.
“Probably piss all over this dress.” Rayne pushed the door close then spun
around to face her. “Bri, I need you to do something really important for me.”
“Yeah, help you pee. Got it.” Brianna reached for the billowy skirt. “C"mon
let"s get this—”
“No ma. I just said that…” She looked back at the door then pushed Brianna
further into the bathroom. “I just said that to get you out of the room,” she
whispered.
Brianna cocked her head and narrowed her hazel eyes. “Okaay. So what"s
up? What"s going on?”
She wanted to rake her fingers through her hair as a force of habit, but
almost forgot her hair was propped up on her head in some out of date style. “I
need to go do something, but I can"t have Sota on my ass when I go do this.”
“And you want me to do what about that?”
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“I want you to distract him.”
“Distract him? By doing what, Ray?”
She leaned against the counter and rolled her eyes. “I don"t know. Think of
something, okay. I just need him out of my hair „til I get where I need to be.”
Brianna cut her a side glance. “Okay, a light bulb just when on in my head.
You"re actually serious about this?”
“Yeees,” she retorted, wide eyed.
“I don"t know, Ray.” Shaking her head, Brianna pushed out a slow breath as
if she was asking for the impossible. “Sota"s not stupid. He can pick up a scheme a
mile away and on top of that, he hardly says anything to me. The man only talks to
me when he"s bossing me around. Know what, you should"ve asked Roslyn to
distract him since he"s been throwing eyes at her all day,” she finished on a sneer. “I
mean, she"s not even that cute, but I guess with all that ass she got, it doesn"t
matter.”
“Bri… C"mon girl. You"re the only one I can trust. It"s not like I ask you to do
stuff like this every day.”
“Whateva, Trick. You"re always asking me to do some crazy mess for you.”
Snickering, Brianna flipped her burgundy tresses from her shoulder. “So fill me in.
Does this so called something you have to run off and do have anything to do with a
guy?”
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Rayne fell silent for a moment then hesitantly nodded.
“Is he hot?”
“Oh, heeell to the yeah,” she drawled.
“Sho" yo" right,” Brianna giggled. “Baby boy must got that fire, huh?”
A helpless smile curved her lips. “You have no idea. Ooh Bri, girl, it"s like…”
“A"ight, you"re gonna fess up like right now if I"m supposed to help you
escape. I need to hear the juicy stuff.”
Rayne grinned then shook her head. “I can"t tell you „bout—okay, I"m just
gonna say it „cause I have to tell somebody.” She took a deep breath and released it
on a giggle. “I had a dream about this guy—I mean, it wasn"t really a dream, but
like a surreal vision, I dunno, anyways, I met him yesterday, and I swear to God I"m
gonna lose my mind if I don"t get him inside of me soon. Boom, there it is, the
truth,” she rambled off without pause.
“Say what now?” Brianna doubled over in laughter.
“I"m serious, Bri. We did like some spiritual awareness stuff last night, and
OhmyGod…”
“Spiritual awareness? Girl, he took you to church? Had you shouting for
Jesus?”
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“I need to feel him again… gurrrl. It"s like—I haven"t had an orgasm in
months―remember I told you „bout that? But, anyways, then he shows up and
pops „em out like, like a magician…”
“He abracadabraed your ass? Holla.”
“Ahh, I can"t totally explain everything to you „cause you"ll think I"m crazy…”
“No doubt about that. I think you"re crazy anyway.”
Rayne squeezed her thighs together and hopped around like a kid on speed.
“I"m delirious, I know, but just talking about him gets me so—Bri, I"m so freaking
horny right now…” she sputtered. “And, and you know I can"t scratch my itch with
Sota around. He"s like the king of cock blocking, for real.”
“Dayum Ray. It"s that bad, huh? He got you „bout to break down and flood
this bathroom just by talking about him. This is some seriousness. I have to meet
this brotha.”
“I"m telling you girl, when I find myself—I mean, when I really find myself—
I"m gonna sit down and tell you everything, but that"s another day. Right now, I
need you to flow with this.”
Brianna nibbled on the side of her lower lip then smiled. “Of course I"m
flowing, babe. You need your vitamin D. Let"s see what we can do about that.”
She stifled back a squeal of excitement, grabbed the sides of Brianna"s face
and kissed her hard on her lips, leaving traces of rouge on her mouth. “Thanks boo.
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Okay, this is the plan; Roberto"s going to shoot the African Queen scene last. As
soon as he gets to the twentieth frame, or somewhere around that,
get Sota out of
the room. I don"t care how, just do it.”
“A"ight,” she murmured slowly. “How long you need?”
“„Bout twenty, thirty minutes.”
“Twenty, thirty minutes? What, girl! I can talk shit for five, ten minutes
maybe, but anything over that is a stretch. Na-uh, Ray, this is a raggedy plan.
Matter of fact, this is „bout the raggediest plan you done come up with.”
“Listen, if you don"t keep him occupied long enough, he"s going to call the
driver and make him bring me back, then our whole plan"ll be ruined.”
“Your plan, not mine,” Brianna stated with sassy wave of her fingers. “For real
though, how am I supposed to keep him distracted that long?”
Winking, Rayne back stepped to the door. “You"re smart ma. I know you"ll
think of something.”
The snaps of the camera clicked like a countdown in Brianna"s mind as she
stared at the back of Sota"s head. His arm bent and his chin resting on his fist, he
sat lazily in the director"s chair. She glanced around the room. All eyes were on
Rayne, who was working the camera with finesse and literally giving the
overzealous photographer an eye orgasm.
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Periodically, Rayne would lock eyes with her. She didn"t need to be told that
was a signal for her to make her move. Mr. Italiano was on the sixteenth frame on
the African set. She only had four more to get Sota out of the chair, and out of the
room.
Smoothing her hands over her denim mini skirt, she eased toward him. She
was nervous as hell and unprepared. She had no plan and certainly no clue on how
she was going to get him to leave the room, yet here she was approaching him like
she had a strategy in place. The things she did for her best friend.
After taking in the deepest breath of her life, she tapped his shoulder. The
muscles in his back and shoulders flinched beneath the tight black shirt. She
curled her twitching her fingers in to resist the urge to sneak a feel of his physique.
“What Bri?” he mumbled without giving her the slightest glance.
“Uh, I need to talk to you.”
“Later.”
She swallowed hard. “No, it can"t wait. I need to talk to you now.”
“I said, later.” The deep rumble of his voice made her to take a step back.
As her heart drummed hard against her chest, she glanced at Rayne who
shot her narrowed eye. “Sota please, it"s important. It"s about Rayne.”
Slowly, he turned and peered at her over his shoulder. “What about Rayne?”
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“Come here—I mean, come with me,” she murmured, backing toward the
stairway. “We can"t talk here.”
With a suspicious gleam in his eyes, he stood and came toward her.
Clumsily, she spun around and led him up the stairs. Controlled excitement
bubbled up inside of her.
Once they were on the third level, she hurried into a vacant room and held
the door for him to enter. A wide oak dresser and wicker love seat furnished the
sizeable, and obviously neglected space.
Sota closed the door behind him, rested his back against it then folded his
arms over his hardened pecks. “So talk. What"s going on with Rayne?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn"t say anything. His sexy ass
demeanor had her tongue locked.
Finally, she was alone with Sota Piers and all of his striking manliness. This
was the day she thought would never come. Ever since she started working for
Rayne, she"d had a crush on him. Well, more like a deep down desire to fuck him
senseless, but nevertheless a crush. On the down side of things, the man hardly
noticed her, never once looked her way for more than a second. But that wasn"t the
case now.
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His wavy sepia hair draped over his bulky shoulders as he eyed her with a
hooded gaze. Sure she wasn"t bootylicious and curvy like Rayne, and the women
she was used to seeing him with, but she was without a doubt easy on the eyes.
“Well she"s, she"s been acting weird.” Which was the God"s honest truth.
“I"m worried about her.” Also true, but it was hard as hell to sound convincing
when her pussy was purring like alley cat. “She won"t tell me, but I know
something"s wrong.”
Nodding, he rubbed his hand down his face. “Yeah, she"s been a little
distant. It"s probably the stress of the tour and working on the next album. I think
she"ll be all right. Just give her a little room. She"ll come to you when she"s ready.”
“You make it sound like it"s nothing.”
A small smile highlighted his masculine face. “It"s nothing for you to worry
your pretty head about.” He pushed off the door, grabbed the handle and opened
it. “Let"s get back down stairs. Rayne should be finishing up.”
“Wait!” Panicked, she rushed out, wrapped her arms around his waist to
stop him, but her hand accidently palmed his dick. Gasping, she shuffled
backwards, her hand throbbing from what she"d felt. Dizzam!
“Uhm, I, I didn"t mean—damn Sota.”
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With his back to her, he sighed hard and pushed the door shut. Glancing at
her over his shoulder, he locked it. What she saw in that quick glimpse had her
clutching at her heart.
“I"m sorry. I wasn"t trying to grab you like that.”
He turned from the door and drifted toward her. Breathing like she"d just
ran marathon, she backed up until her ass hit the edge of dresser. He rested his
hands on either of her and lowered his face to hers. She couldn"t tell what turned
her on the most—the closeness, his delicious cologne or the enchanting spark in
his eyes.
“Are you the diversion, Brianna?”
Busted! “Uhh, what, noo.”
“I think you"re lying to me.”
“Huh? I, no, uh-uh… why, why would I lie?” she stuttered.
He snickered and shook his head. “Damn crazy girl…all she had to do was
ask.”
He fingers crept up the side of her hips, then he locked his hands around her
waist. She jerked at the sudden act.
His voice became stern. “Where is she going?”
“She, uh—I don"t know. She didn"t tell me.”
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“Hm. So, how are you going to keep me distracted, Bri?” His hands tightened
around her and he lifted her onto the dresser.
“I, I don"t know.”
This was a different side of him, a very different side. He wasn"t reserved and
boorish like he"d been all of the years she had known him. Instead, he was suave
and turning her on something fierce.
Smiling wolfishly, he leaned in and softly kissed her lips. “I think you do.”
Her lips quivered beneath his. Her shaky fingers grazed over his muscled arms.
“I"ve been waiting a long time to be distracted by you. What took you so long?” He
eased his big hands along her thighs and licked her lower lip.
“Dang Sota,” she breathed out.
Closing her eyes, she licked his sweet taste from her lip then threw her head
back. The moment his lips touched her skin, she thought she"d melt into a puddle
and spill right off the dresser. She grabbed onto his bulging biceps and arched
against him. With brute force, he palmed her ass then yanked her hips to the edge.
After he pushed her skirt up to expose her backside, he curled his fingers
around the thin strips of her thong then ripped them from her groin.
Along with her shocked squeal, there was an instant gush from her slit.
“Oh God!” Her trembling arms rounded his neck. “Fuck me, please!”
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Her hips heaved of their own accord, her core aching to be filled. He pulled
her arms from his neck and placed her hands on his thick erection, which wavered
for freedom beneath the barrier of his jeans.
“Are you sure, Bri. I won"t be gentle,” he whispered huskily.
“Fuck gentle!”
Teetering like a dick junkie, she quickly unfastened his belt and jeans to
release his thick, pulsating python. She gasped. Goodness gracious!
Muscled, just like the rest of his body, his manhood stood proud and true,
gleaming in its tan beauty from its curly brown patch to its engorged mushroomed
crown.
This man was about tear her ass up, but she"d never been the type of chick
to back down from a challenge.
As Brianna handled his heavy meat, he slipped his hand beneath her tank
top, palmed her small breasts and took her lips hungrily. Their tongues danced in
erotic play, he feeding her, she feeding him. He grabbed her leg, looped it over his
shoulder and plunged the blunt head of his shaft just beneath the surface of her
opening, spreading her soft tissue. The realization he wasn"t wearing a condom hit
her late, but hell, at the moment she didn"t really care.
This was it, the fantasy that"d played in the back of her mind for years. It
was surreal. She kept thinking she"d wakeup any minute now.
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He slowly withdrew the throbbing head just inside of her, then he pushed
back in a little deeper. Her legs shuddered around him, her body screamed and her
eyelids fluttered.
“Give it all to me,” she drawled on a moan. “I can take it.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew she"d said the wrong thing.
Her walls were already heaving erratically around a quarter of his dick, attempting
to adjust to him, and here she was being a gluttonous whore, begging for more
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