by Cassia Leo
The car pulled up beside the curb of 355 Warren, a Spanish-style apartment building on the exterior; tiny artists’ lofts with high ceilings on the interior. I waited for him to say something, to ask to come inside, but he stared at me with an unreadable expression in his dark eyes.
“You can go now,” he said, nodding toward the car door.
You can go now? That’s it.
I glanced down at his crotch as I reached for the door handle behind me. His bulging erection threatened to break through his trousers. I wanted to bend over and take him into my mouth, but he was telling me to leave. Mixed messages? No, I definitely screwed this one up. I’d have to start packing my bags to leave L.A. in the morning.
Chapter 2
A sudden bouncing on my bed woke me and I opened my eyes to find Shane sitting next to me in his boxers with a gleeful expression of triumph lighting up his gorgeous face. Oh, the things I would do to him if he didn’t find girls completely meh.
“So… how did it go?” he asked.
I sighed as I sat up and adjusted my ponytail. “I don’t know,” I mutter. “He rubbed my—you know—until I came, then he basically kicked me out of his car.”
I couldn’t say the names of female body parts around Shane. It was too much for him. Every month, when I got my period, he holed himself up in the café down the street for four days.
“He just kicked you out onto the street?”
I debated whether I should tell him Chase dropped me off at the apartment. I still hadn’t divulged his identity to Shane.
“Okay, you can’t tell anybody, but the client…it’s Chase Underwood.”
“I know,” Shane gloated. “I did a little digging around while you were gone.”
I rubbed my eyes as I shook my head. “Shane, you can’t tell anyone, especially Jessica, but I let him drop me off here last night. I mean, how the fuck was I supposed to say no to Chase Underwood?”
Shane’s hands covered his cheeks as he stared at me in amazement. “Oh, honey, you just hit the jackpot.”
“What? Did you not hear what I just said? I spent, like two seconds with him before he dropped me off at home—and I didn’t even have sex with him.”
“Larissa, if he made you come, then dropped you off at home, the man is coming back for more. Besides, I heard he was browsing Jessica’s catalogue for months before he settled on you. I heard Mr. Senator and his wife have never even had sex! The marriage is some kind of business agreement between them to further his career.”
“I don’t buy it. There is no way you would know this,” I said, as I sprung out of bed and made my way across the gleaming beech floors toward the bathroom.
A knock at the door made me stub my toe on the ottoman. I looked to Shane to see if he was expecting someone. His eyes were wide as we stared at each other, both thinking the same thing.
“Answer the door!” I whispered.
He glanced down at his boxers. “I can’t answer the door like this.”
“Put on your robe!”
“No! You put on your robe. I’m getting dressed,” Shane whispered furiously as he pulled on yesterday’s T-shirt and jeans.
I reached into the bathroom and pulled my bathrobe off the hook on the back of the door. I wrapped myself in the robe and breathed the fruity scent of my shampoo on the collar. Shane beat me to the front door, now fully dressed.
“Good luck!” he whispered, before he opened the door.
Chase appeared confused for only a split second before he extended his hand to Shane. “Good morning,” he said, and I suddenly realized I never heard him use his smarmy politician voice last night. “I’m here for Miss Larissa Jacobs.”
Shane stared dumbstruck as he shook Chase’s hand. I stepped forward so he would release the senator.
“Senator Underwood. This is my roommate,” I said, as I sidled up next to Shane and pulled his arm away from Chase. “Shane, weren’t you just leaving?”
Chase’s shoulders seemed to relax at this new information, but Shane still couldn’t speak.
I pushed him out the door. “Go get me a coffee,” I ordered him. “But don’t rush!”
Shane crossed the walkway and descended the steps to the courtyard in a daze. I turned to Chase and my heart pounded wildly as he smiled at me with those perfect lips and teeth.
“May I come in?” he asked, his politician voice gone again, replaced by the suave voice I remembered from last night.
“Of course,” I said, stepping aside so he could enter our domain.
It was a mess. Shane must have had company the day before. My unmade bed stood empty in the corner of the studio apartment, just a few short steps away from Shane’s unmade bed.
“Nice,” he remarked, as I closed the front door.
As soon as I turned around, he was there. His fingers trailed down the side of my face before he brushed aside a few strands of hair. I froze as my nipples hardened beneath my robe. He pulled the waist-tie on my robe and his hands slid over my shoulders and down my arms until the robe fell into a pile at my feet.
“Put your hands up,” he commanded. I obliged as he held both my wrists in one hand and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Do you know why I’m here?”
His free hand slid under the waistband of my panties and traveled down until it was on me again, so warm and thrilling.
I moaned. “I think I have an idea.”
His mouth fell over mine, his tongue exploring the crease of my lips before he pushed inside and my body arched. His fingers slid inside me and teased out my wetness, using it to glide his thumb in circles over my hard nub.
His mouth moved to my jaw, then skimmed down to the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. “I’m here to teach you a lesson,” he whispered. “Never give your address to strangers.” He lifted me into his arms and carried me to my bed. He threw me down on the mattress and tore off his jacket. “Take off your clothes.”
I hastily yanked off my T-shirt and panties as my slit ached to be filled with him. He grinned as he undressed before me revealing a body so well sculpted it didn’t seem possible his wife could resist this. He slid a condom over his long erection and crawled across the bed toward me. He propped himself up on one hand as he slid his other arm under the small of my back and held my gaze. His erection grazed my thigh as he leaned in and bit my shoulder, softly at first then harder. That will leave a mark, I thought as my clit throbbed with anticipation.
His hands stroked my breasts, squeezed my nipples, caressed my ribs, and moved down my back until he gripped my backside in his strong hands and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and gasped as he entered me.
I gripped tightly to his neck as our hips bucked against each other, the warm friction of his pelvis against my sensitive clit sending me skyrocketing toward ecstasy. I threw my head back and he licked the hollow of my neck as he slid into me. But just as quickly as he entered me, he changed his mind, and position.
As I lay back, awaiting his next move, he straddled my waist and gazed hungrily at my ample chest. Cupping my breasts together, I panted with anticipation, ready to receive him. He slid his erection between my breasts and thrust his hips back and forth, slowly at first then building speed. The head of his hard member was an inch from my mouth as he thrust his hips toward me. I released my breasts and placed my hand on the base of his cock.
He slid forward, bringing his hips closer to my face, and moaned with pleasure as I covered my teeth with my lips and took him into my mouth. The condom tasted slightly rubbery and also a bit like me. His fingers ran through my hair to the back of my head to support me as he rocked gently back and forth. Wetness accumulated between my legs as his cock prodded the back of my throat.
He reached behind his back and caressed my clit as he thrust himself into my mouth. My legs quivered with the pleasure building inside me. He continued thrusting, nice and slow, and my eyes watered as we both climaxed at once.
His cock slid out of my mouth and he collapsed n
ext to me on the bed. “That was fucking amazing,” he said, his voice husky with exhaustion.
I flipped onto my stomach and raked my fingers down his rock hard chest. “Let’s do it again.”
He chuckled. “On one condition.”
My hand skated down his abdomen, gently sliding the condom off his waning erection and tossing it somewhere on the floor before I proceeded massaging his balls. His eyes rolled back with ecstasy as I rolled my fingers slowly and gently over his sac.
“What condition?” I whispered in his ear as his hand clasped my bottom and slid between my cheeks, sending shivers through me as he gently stroked my crease.
“You let me take you to dinner tonight,” he replied, letting out a soft moan as my tongue explored the soft curves of his ear.
I wanted to ask if I would be on the clock. I desperately needed the income, but another part of me didn’t want the money. I wanted to have dinner with him without the price tag floating over our heads. I knew it shouldn’t matter, but I also wanted to find out if what Shane said about his wife was true.
I climbed on top of him and arched my back as he entered me. “Yes,” I breathed as his fingers slid between my folds to find my nub. “I’ll have dinner with you, Mr. Senator.”
His thrusts lifted me off the bed as his fingers guided me quickly into the throes of another orgasm. “Call me Chase.”
Chapter 3
“You can’t wear that,” Shane said, vetoing my sixth outfit.
“What’s wrong with this one?” I whined, holding out my arms to get a better look at my turquoise-blue strapless dress and silver heels in the mirror.
Shane shook his head, which rested in his boyfriend’s lap. Shane’s boyfriend, Jackson Kim, was almost as gorgeous as Shane, but his attitude could be a bit prickly.
“What do you think, Jack?” I asked, spinning around so the skirt of my dress fluttered around me.
“Somebody get Kate Hudson on the phone ‘cause you look like bad chick-flick waiting to happen,” Jack replied, as he lifted Shane’s head off his lap so he could stand from the bed. “Let me help you.”
I tried to pay attention to Jack’s advice as he tossed dress after dress out of the shared walk-in closet and onto the floor, but all I could think of was Chase. Where was he taking me? It had to be somewhere no one would recognize him, but places like that didn’t exist for Chase Underwood. He had to be taking me somewhere private. His house? No, the Democratic senator from California didn’t live in L.A. He lived in the hills of San Diego. I remembered watching that on a nightly news special a few weeks ago.
What am I doing?
He’s running for president. Wasn’t that how Marilyn Monroe got herself killed, involving herself with the Kennedys? Oh, great. Now my thoughts were starting to sound like those of a conspiracy nut. This was a bad idea. I had to call him to cancel. If Jessica found out I agreed to go out to dinner with him without telling him to book it through the service I’d probably be fired on the spot.
But, I didn’t have Chase’s phone number. I couldn’t back out now, and part of me was bubbly with glee over it.
I kept thinking of his hands, so soft yet strong, lifting and positioning me so his cock was at just the right angle. I was getting aroused just thinking of it.
“I’ll be right back,” I said to Jack, as he began rummaging through my skirts.
I scampered to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Lowering the lid over the toilet, I placed one foot on the lid. As I imagined Chase’s tongue on me, my fingers grazed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and worked their way up. I drew tight circles over my clit as I imagined Chase ravaging me with his mouth, licking and sucking until… Oh, my god. I was fantasizing about the future president giving me head. This was bad.
I felt like a teenager waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up to go the movies. Chase asked me to stand in front of the apartment building to wait for him. I crossed and uncrossed my arms a million times in the ten minutes I waited on the sidewalk. When the black car pulled up in front of me, the door didn’t open automatically as it had outside the hotel last night.
Across the street, a young guy at a bus stop watched me as I approached the car. I quickly opened the door, just a crack, and slipped inside.
His brown hair was not combed in the usual politician’s clean-cut coif. Tonight, his hair was a little messier, in a sexy way, and he wore a gray sport coat over a white polo and black jeans. He was definitely wearing designer clothes, probably tailored just for his exquisite body, but the casual attire still put me at ease.
“You look beautiful,” he remarked, as his driver whisked us away in our black chariot.
“Thanks,” I muttered, trying not to look down at the outfit Jack put together for me. It screamed young, carefree wife of a politician; exactly the look Jack insisted I should be going for. “Where are we going?”
He smiled that dazzling politician smile and my stomach vaulted. “It’s a surprise, but I’ll give you a hint,” he said, as he reached across the distance between us and ran his finger softly over the edge of my ear. “I’ve never taken anyone there.”
A shiver rippled over my skin as his fingers slid down my neck then he pulled his hand away. I wanted to believe he saw something in me that prompted him to choose me over the other seventeen girls working for Jessica; a beautiful quality I had yet to glimpse in myself. However, the cynical part of my brain was telling me to run away from this man before he destroyed me the way he had supposedly helped destroy the economy.
The twenty-three-minute ride from my apartment toward Malibu went from grungy to breathtaking as we drove along the cliffs on Pacific Coast Highway overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I glanced at him every few minutes to find him staring at me, taking in every inch of my body.
I still didn’t know if I was being paid for this excursion, and the astronomical balance on my student loans kept flashing in my mind. I wanted to ask him if this was a real date, but I didn’t have the guts to question the possible future President of the United States.
The car pulled into the parking lot of a deserted restaurant sitting on the edge of a cliff. Even the view from the parking lot was spectacular as the sun set over the Pacific.
“Is this place closed?” I asked, as I glanced around the empty lot.
A smile curled the corner of his mouth. “This is my restaurant. I closed it for the evening so we could have a private dinner. You’re not allergic to seafood, are you?”
I shook my head unable to speak. Chase and I would be alone in his restaurant, a restaurant with a gorgeous view. I felt an intense desire to pinch myself.
“Come,” he said, as he exited the car.
I had to keep myself from thinking stupid things like I wish he would hold my hand as we walked toward the restaurant. When we reached the tall, mahogany-framed glass doors, he pulled a single key out his sport coat pocket and slid it into the keyhole. He held the door open for me and my nose was flooded with the aroma of grilled seafood and fried garlic, making my mouth water.
A man in a black shirt and slacks appeared at my right. “Your coats?” he said, and I hastily removed the ivory blazer Jack picked out for me, but Chase kept his on.
Keeping his hand on the small of my back, he guided me toward a glass door, which led to an outdoor dining patio. As soon as we took our seats in cushioned chairs at a table with an incredible view of the ocean, another man in black appeared with two glasses of ice. He poured sparkling water over the ice and scuttled away before I could even thank him.
“You’re wondering whether you’re being paid for this,” Chase finally spoke to my worried thoughts.
“What? Of course not,” I insisted, though the lie felt sticky in my throat.
“Don’t lie to me, Larissa,” he said, and I suddenly felt as if I were eight years old again, being chastised by my father for setting my pet turtle free in the neighbor’s garden. “If we are going to come to an agreement about our arrangement, you cannot lie to
me.”
Our arrangement?
“I’m sorry. I don’t understand what you mean.”
The waiter returned before Chase could clarify.
“We’ll both have the seared Yellowfin. And bring a fruit basket, please,” he rattled off our order to the waiter without consulting me, and I found it extremely seductive.
When the glass door closed softly behind the waiter, Chase smiled. “I’m prepared to offer you a position in my campaign.”
I thought I knew what type of position, or rather positions, he was going to offer me, but I couldn’t afford to pay off my student loans and my rent on an intern’s wages.
I shook my head. “I can’t afford to work on your campaign. That’s why I took the job at Black Tie. I’m sorry.”
The waiter materialized again with a tray covered in bowls of fresh cut pineapple, watermelon, strawberries, and raspberries. He set the bowls in the center of the table and turned to leave.
Chase grabbed his arm and the man looked alarmed. “We are not to be bothered until our food is ready. Is that understood?” The man nodded quickly before he scurried back into the restaurant. “I think I can make it worth your while,” Chase continued as he stood from his chair.
He plucked a strawberry from the bowl and took a bite out of the luscious fruit. He savored it for a moment before he swallowed. Then, he leaned over me and his lips fell softly over mine. The taste of strawberry on his tongue made my stomach flutter as he cupped my face in his hands.
“Stand up.”
I obeyed his command immediately, the feet of my chair squealing as he kicked it across the tiled floor. He slinked behind me, running his hand down my arm as his lips grazed my neck.
I began to panic. What was he doing and how long would it take? How much longer did we have before our meals were ready and the waiter returned?
“I’ll pay off your debts, you’ll get a company car, and I can offer you…” He whispered a number in my ear that nearly made me come right there and then. “Is that sufficient, Larissa?”