Hot Off the Red Carpet

by Paige Tyler

  Leo nodded. “Got ya. I’ll have the car out front at nine then.”

  “Thanks,” she said and was about to go back inside when Leo stopped her.

  “Hang on a minute, Addison.”

  She turned back to see him heading over to a small office on the other side of the garage. Ducking inside, he grabbed something from the desk, then jogged back over to hand her a small walkie-talkie.

  “So you can get hold of me easier if you and Trevor come out a different door again,” he told her with a grin. “Ever use one of these before?”

  She shook her head.

  “It’s easy. Just press this button and hold it down to talk, then release it so that I can talk to you,” he said, pointing to a rectangular-shaped button on the side of the radio. “It’s good within about a mile or so. Just ignore all these other buttons. It has a lot of other capabilities, but we don’t need to worry about those right now.”

  She smiled. “Thanks. I really appreciate this.”

  He grinned. “No problem.”

  Radio in hand, Addison went back inside the house. Rather than go back to her office right away, though, she found herself heading to the gym instead. While she told herself it was just so she could make sure Trevor knew what time they needed to leave, she had to admit that she wouldn’t mind watching him work out.

  When she walked in the gym a few moments later, Trevor was lifting weights. He had taken off his T-shirt and was sitting on a padded bench, legs spread, one arm on his muscular thigh while he worked out his biceps. Addison’s pulse quickened at the sight of him. She watched breathlessly as his muscles flexed and rippled. Damn, he looked fine all hot and sweaty. It was all she could do not to walk over to him and run her hands over him.

  Stifling a moan, Addison cleared her throat and walked into the room. “Mr. Braden.”

  At the sound of his name, Trevor looked up. He didn’t stop what he was doing, though, and Addison had to force her gaze away from the muscles flexing in his broad chest.

  “I...um...just wanted to remind you that we have to leave for the studio in a little while,” she said.

  He nodded. “Thanks. I’m almost done here.”

  She chewed on her lower lip, watching the muscles in his arm bulge as he lifted the weight. “I’ll see you out front then.”

  Addison made as if to go, but the sound of her name had her turning back around to face Trevor. He had set the weight done and gotten to his feet. A bead of sweat slowly ran down his chest, and she stared at it as if mesmerized.

  “I...um...” Trevor began, then stopped and ran a hand through his hair.

  Her heart lurched. Oh God, he was going to mention the spanking he’d given her.

  But to her relief, he didn’t. “Do you think you could pick out something for me to wear while I take a shower?” he asked. “Anything is fine. I’ll be changing when I get to the studio anyway.”

  “Oh,” she said. “Yeah. Of course.”

  “Thanks,” he said, flashing her a grin as he grabbed his shirt from the weight bench.

  Though she was relieved that Trevor hadn’t brought up the spanking, Addison had to admit that she wouldn’t have minded if he had apologized for putting her over his knee. It was the least he could do, she thought as she made her way upstairs.

  * * *

  Trevor stole a glance at Addison as they drove to the studio later that morning. She hadn’t said a word to him since they’d left the house thirty minutes earlier, but had instead spent the time reading through her day-planner and making notes in the margins. He didn’t know what to make of her silence. He had been stunned to walk into the kitchen and find her sitting there. He had immediately steeled himself for a confrontation regarding his inappropriate behavior the night before, but she hadn’t given any indication that anything had happened at all. She had just calmly poured syrup on her pancakes. Realizing that she wouldn’t want to discuss what had happened in front of Maribel, he had made a point of saying he was going to the gym, thinking she would follow. But she hadn’t come in until nearly an hour later, and then it was only to remind him about going to the studio. He had almost brought up the spanking himself, but then decided against it, asking her to pick out something for him to wear instead. He figured that since she hadn’t brought it up, then maybe he shouldn’t, either.

  Looking at her now, he wondered again if he should apologize for spanking her, but then thought better of it. Maybe Addison had simply decided to forget about the whole thing. God, he hoped so. Putting her over his knee had been the dumbest thing he had ever done, and he promised himself right then and there that he wasn’t going to do it again.

  Relieved that he wouldn’t have to worry about last night’s spanking showing up in the tabloids, Trevor leaned back in his seat and went over his lines. He was just doing a few pick-up shots for the movie he’d recently finished filming. They had to do that sometimes, when the sound on the original set was horrible or when something didn’t look as good on film as they thought it would. When that happened, they would build a lookalike for the original set back on a sound stage, and redo the scene there. The scene was an easy one, so it should only take an hour, two at the most. That was good. He looked forward to getting home and relaxing. The staff only worked half a day on Wednesdays, which meant that he would have the place to himself. It had been a while since he’d just spent the day hanging out and doing nothing. Maybe he would do some laps in the pool.

  When they arrived at the studio, Trevor let Addison step out of the limo first. As she did so, he found his gaze automatically going to her bottom. Damn, damn, and double damn. She had an amazing ass! Thoughts of her wiggling around on his lap while he spanked her came to mind unbidden, and he let out a groan as he felt his cock go hard inside his jeans. Down boy, he told himself. Under no circumstances was he ever going to put his personal assistant over his knee and spank her again.

  Two hours later, however, he was beginning to think that maybe he shouldn’t have made such a silly promise. If there were ever a girl who needed her bottom warmed again, it was Addison.

  Everything had gone fine at first. He had introduced Addison to everyone, and then the director’s assistant had shown her around while he and the director went over the details of the shoot with the stunt coordinator and the other actors. In today’s pick-up shots, Trevor was doing a scene in which he was tied to a chair in a dirty basement while some hired thugs worked him over to extract some secret info. He had worked with the stunt guys a dozen times before and they knew their business. They would lay into him with some great looking fake punches. All he had to do was react to their near misses, spit out the fake blood on cue, and of course, spout the usual manly one-liners. It was a piece of cake. Or it would have been if it hadn’t been for Addison.

  She was sitting with the rest of the film crew, off to one side, which would have been okay if she hadn’t forgotten about the whole quiet-on-the-set rule. When Trevor refused to answer one of the thug’s questions and the stunt guy playing the part drew back his fist and faked a nice blow right across his jaw, Addison must have thought it was real because she gasped and let out a loud, “Oh!”

  “Cut!” the director yelled, then looked around, an annoyed look on his face. “What the hell was that?”

  Trevor turned his head to look at Addison, as did everyone else.

  She blushed and gave them a sheepish look. “Sorry,” she said. “It just looked so real. It won’t happen again.”

  But it did. Over and over and over again. Every time the stunt guys hit him, she either gasped, groaned, squealed, or jumped so high that her chair rattled. When he finally undid the ropes and broke loose to land a roundhouse kick in the stunt guy’s stomach, she actually cheered like it was the real thing. Which meant that they had to redo the whole scene over again.

  By the time they had finally finished – five hours later - Trevor was exhausted and his jaw hurt. A couple of times the stunt guys’ “fake” punches had landed for real. Not tha
t he supposed he could really blame the men. Addison’s had them so frustrated, he was surprised that they hadn’t beaten the crap out of him. She did work for him, after all.

  Addison didn’t say much in the limo on the way back to the house, other than to apologize again for being such a distraction at the shoot. “It just all looked so real,” she said.

  Trevor ground his jaw. If she’d only done it once or twice, then he might be more understanding, but after five hours and twenty-five takes, he wasn’t feeling all that gracious. If it weren’t for Bob and Leo sitting in the front seat, he would have put Addison over his knee and tanned her bottom right there in the limo. But then he reminded himself about his promise. No, he would not spank her.

  When they got back to the house, Bob asked Trevor if he needed anything before he took off, but Trevor shook his head.

  Once inside, Addison walked into living room. “I’m starving. I’m going to see if Maribel has anything to snack on before dinner.”

  “Maribel isn’t here,” he said.

  Addison’s brow furrowed. “She isn’t?”

  “The staff only works half a day on Wednesday. That includes Leo and Bob,” he told her. “But thanks to you, they had to spend the day hanging around the studio waiting for me to finish those pick-up shots.”

  Her face colored. “I said I was sorry.”

  He lifted a brow. “Just like you were sorry for spilling coffee on the director last night, right?”

  She lifted her chin, her blue eyes flashing. “It wasn’t like I messed up your stupid pick-up shots deliberately, you know.”

  Stupid pick-up shots? Trevor’s mouth tightened. “Those stupid pick-up shots are what pays your salary,” he said, then shook his head. “I promised myself I wouldn’t do this again, but it’s obvious that the only way I’m going to get through to you is with another spanking.”

  Addison’s eyes went wide at the mention of a spanking, but before she could say anything, Trevor took her arm and led her over to the couch. She tried to hang back, but one tug had her over his knee the moment he sat down.

  She tried to push herself off his lap, but a hand on the small of her back held her firmly in place. “Let me up right now!” she demanded.

  “I don’t think so,” Trevor said. “I’m thinking that I didn’t spank you enough last night, so this time, I’m not letting you up until I’m sure I’m getting through to you.”

  She lifted her head to look over her shoulder at him. “You can’t do this to me! It’s wrong!”

  Trevor didn’t answer right away, but instead brought his hand down on her upturned bottom. Two quick smacks, one on each cheek. “What’s wrong is you making a complete mess of what should have been a very simple film shoot.”

  She started to reply, but then gasped when he delivered several more smacks to each cheek.

  “Owwww!” she squealed. “That’s too hard!”

  He snorted. “Oh please,” he said. “I’m not spanking you any harder than you deserve. And not nearly as hard as I’m going to be spanking you before I’m done.”

  Even he was surprised by the tone of his voice. When the hell had he become this authoritative? he wondered. Maybe it was Addison. She seemed to have a way of bringing it out in him. He’d never met any woman who could get under his skin like she could. As he lifted his hand and brought it down sharply on her upturned bottom again, he knew he probably shouldn’t be doing this. But he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

  Addison was kicking her legs and yelping after each smack to her delicious ass. The way she was moving was really getting to him. His cock was already hard as a rock where it pressed against hip. Thank God she was obviously too preoccupied with the spanking to notice how turned on he was.

  He took his time, working back and forth from one cheek to the other, making sure he didn’t bring his hand down on the same spot twice. She might deserve this spanking, but he certainly didn’t want to really hurt her. He just wanted her bottom to sting enough so that she would remember this the next time she was tempted to do something she shouldn’t.

  As he watched her ass wiggle under her tight skirt, Trevor had an almost uncontrollable urge to grab the hem of it and pull it up. God, he bet her ass was beautiful. Probably even more so now that it was a nice shade of pink.

  But he resisted the urge. That would definitely be going way too far. He would just have to content himself with spanking her until her bottom glowed under that skirt.

  “Okay, okay!” she squealed. “You’ve made your point! I won’t interrupt any more film shoots. I promise.”

  Trevor delivered a few more smacks as he thought about her promise. While he would have enjoyed spanking her for hours, he knew her bottom couldn’t take that. It was probably stinging pretty good already. Besides, she was right; he had made his point.

  With one harder smack on the ass, he took Addison’s hand and helped her to her feet. She didn’t look at him as she reached back to cup her freshly-spanked bottom. Getting to his feet, he reached out to lift her chin with a finger. She glared up at him defiantly as she rubbed her ass. God, did she even know how sexy that was?

  “No more mistakes,” he warned her. “I don’t want to have to spank you again, but I will if I have to. Do you understand?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  She might have said yes, but her eyes still flashed with spirit. A little spanking like this wasn’t going to tame her. “Good,” he said, though he wasn’t sure if he was referring to her answer or to her spunk.

  Without another word, she turned and left the room. As she did so, Trevor’s gaze remain fixed on her ass the whole time. Damn, he was starting to wish he had pulled up that skirt.

  * * *

  Up in her room, Addison went directly over to the closet and took out her suitcases and unzipped them. Marching over to the dresser, she yanked open the top drawer, took out her neatly folded stacks of bikini panties and threw them in one of the bags. Two spankings in two days. And all because she got a little carried away while watching Trevor film a movie. It was too much. She was leaving!

  She blinked back tears as she opened another drawer. She was a complete and utter failure as a personal assistant. Worse, she had making a complete fool of herself in front of her favorite actor. But she had been so worried for Trevor when those stunt men had been beating him up. It had looked so real. She just hadn’t been able to control her reaction. And Trevor had spanked her for it. She reached back with one hand to rub her tender bottom. There probably wasn’t another personal assistant in all of Hollywood who got spanked by their boss.

  Addison threw the rest of her stuff in the suitcases, and then went into the bathroom to collect her toiletries. Zipping her bags closed, she picked them up and walked out of the room and into the hallway. She stopped on the landing, however, as angry voices drifted up from downstairs.

  Her brow furrowed as she recognized Murray’s voice. “It’s her fault you didn’t get the role in that movie! I don’t know why the hell I ever hired her”

  Addison chewed on her lower lip. Murray had obviously heard about her spilling coffee on the director last night and blamed her for Trevor not getting the movie role. Her heart sunk even lower. She wouldn’t have to quit, she was about to get fired.

  “Lay off her, Murray,” Trevor said. “The director wasn’t sold on me even before Addison spilled coffee on him. Besides, I thought the guy was a jerk. Addison just did what I was thinking about doing.”

  Addison blinked, surprised that Trevor had defended her. She quietly set down her suitcases and moved closer to the top of the stairs so that she could see into the living room. Trevor and Murray were standing face to face in the middle of the room. Trevor looked calm, but Murray looked totally apoplectic.

  “That’s bullshit!” Murray spat. “Is that twit in her office? I’m going to fire her right now!”

  Murray didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, he headed for the hallway that led to the back of the house and her office. Trevor�
��s voice halted the man before he could take more than two steps.

  “No, Murray, you aren’t,” he said.

  Murray turned to look at Trevor. “Why the hell not?”

  Addison held her breath as she waited for Trevor to answer.

  “Because the job comes with a learning curve and she’s doing fine,” he said.

  Murray stared at him in disbelief. “She’s a disaster, Trevor. She needs to go!”

  He turned to leave again, probably to go to her office, Addison thought, but again, Trevor’s deep voice halted him.

  “I said she stays, Murray.”

  Murray’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Addison thought that he was going to press the issue, but instead, he just shook his head.

  “Fine!” he snapped. “Have it your way. But another screw-up and she’s out of here!”

  Turning on his heel, he stormed out of the room. A moment later, Addison heard the front door slam. Oh my God, she couldn’t believe it. Trevor had not only defended her, but had made sure she kept her job. Why would he do that? After the way she’d messed up, she would have thought he’d be happy to see her go.

  “What’s his problem?” Bob asked, walking into the living room.

  Trevor ran his hand through his hair. “He’s just pissed I didn’t get the part in that new movie.”

  Bob snorted. “Forget about him. He’s an asshole.”

  Trevor made no comment, so Addison supposed that meant he agreed with the bodyguard’s assessment of Murray.

  “I thought you were going to the gym to work out,” Trevor said, changing the subject.

  “I am,” Bob said. “How ‘bout you come along and spot for me?”

  “Yeah, why not,” Trevor said. “I’ll go change and meet you in the gym.”

  Abruptly realizing that Trevor was starting for the stairs, Addison grabbed her suitcases off the floor and hurried back to her room, quietly closing the door behind her. Ten minutes ago, she had been determined to quit her job and walk out on Trevor, but after the way he had defended her to Murray, she couldn’t leave.