Sassy Curves
By
Jordan Silver
Copyright© 2014 Alison Jordan
All Rights Reserved
Cover image Dreamstime.com
Model Olga Ekaterincheva
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
Prologue
I walked into the office building like I owned it. I saw all the other hopefuls with their pencil thin skirts above the knees and their bleach blonde heads bobbing from side to side like they were looking for something. I had a pretty good idea what they were looking for, the man himself Braxton Maddox. Me I was here for a job.
I had all the right qualifications, on paper at least; but if he was looking for a size zero stick figure I was shit out of luck. My girl Tracy had given me the heads up that her boss, the head honcho of the leading investment firm in the city was looking for a new P.A. Well she hadn’t exactly given me the heads up it, had just come up in conversation.
Fresh out of college with a degree that seemed to be damn near obsolete now that technology could do everything but wipe your ass for you, I was in a hurry to make my mark. There was probably no way in hell I would ever land the job but like my dad likes to say nothing beats a failure but a try.
BRAXTON
“Fuck is this a modeling agency or some shit? I thought the Ad said personal assistant?” I scowled at my admin who’d ran the ad for me a week ago. For two days I’ve been vetting hopefuls, and I’m at the end of my rope with this shit.
As if I’m supposed to be stupid. They all come in here with their simpering smiles and their coy looks like I didn’t know they were on the hunt. I’m not interested in that shit. I was seriously in need of a new personal assistant since my last one had left on maternity leave, and wasn’t planning on coming back any time soon.
Lana had decided that she wanted to stay home with her little one until he reached kindergarten and I couldn’t fault her, though she’d left me in a very precarious position.
My brother Eric came waltzing into my office with a big stupid grin on his face. “You seen that stable of hopefuls out there bro?” he would think this shit is funny, he knows how much I hate this fuckery.
I’m not against women don’t get me wrong, I just think the work place is no place for hunting a spouse. I like to keep my shit separate if you know what I mean. I’ve seen too many men fall to the lure only to get burned when the lawsuits started.
I walked over and peeked through the doorway of my inner office making sure to keep myself well hidden so they couldn’t see me. I blame my sister Dana for this shit. If she hadn’t run that stupid piece in the paper about me being the most eligible bachelor in the state this shit wouldn’t be happening now.
Not to mention the shit storm it had erupted between me and my current bed partner, who I’d had to remind that although I was fucking her at the time I was in fact still a bachelor by society’s standards. Needless to say things have been a bit icy between us since then.
I saw the dark head bent over papers. She was the only one who seemed to be actually reading the dossier we had handed out. All the others were either primping in their little handheld mirrors or talking on their phones.
“Daphne, come here.” I called my admin over and pointed out the girl with her head bent and pencil in hand making notations. “That one, please send the rest of them away, they’re giving me a headache.” I went back to my desk and left her to do my bidding.
Ten minutes later she came into my office and took a seat across from me as my admin passed me her resume.
“Camille is it?” “Yes sir.” She seemed a bit shy but somehow it didn’t fit. I could see mischief in her eyes and her dimples looked like they were ready to break out any minute.
“Why do you want this job Camille?”
“I like to eat and keep a roof over my head. Oh you meant this particular job. Well to be honest I have the right credentials as you can see, and no offense, it doesn’t matter who I work for as long as they’re decent and don’t try to take advantage. Besides that, a few of my friends work for your company already sir and you come highly recommended.”
Is she serious? What the fuck kinda job interview is this? Didn’t anyone tell this girl how to talk to her potential boss? Then again I like her straightforward approach, she wasn’t pulling any punches, can’t fault her for that. But damn, I’m used to people being a little more circumspect around me, especially the female of the species. Maybe this is the new breed of college grad, the fuck I know.
“Really and who might they be, these friends of yours?” she rattled off a few names that weren’t readily familiar but one did ring a bell. I reminded myself to look into them later and see what kind of record they had with the company.
“I like your honesty and candidness Camille, so what do you say we give it a trial run?” Let’s say two weeks and then we’ll go from there.”
That was two years ago and I haven’t regretted the decision once. Except now; well it wasn’t her fault, but something strange has been happening to me here of late.
I’m not sure what triggered it but for some strange reason I’ve been dreaming about her at night, every night for the past few weeks.
I watch her during the day to see if there’s anything changed about her, and nothing. She’s still the same plump girl who came to me for a job two years ago. She hasn’t changed that much about her appearance, she still wears baggy clothes, is still professional and efficient.
I don’t know what triggered me, maybe it was those fat mahogany curls that bounce around her face as she moves, or those sapphire blue eyes that seemed so unreal when we first met. It took me a while to accept that eyes that beautiful could be real without some kind of artificial enhancement. Who knows? these days you can manufacture anything.
On second thought it could’ve been her lips, lips that I’m convinced were designed entirely to drive me out of my fucking mind. I don’t think she realizes that each time we’re having a conversation my eyes are glued to them. To their shape and natural hue, that she only touches up with a little gloss. I hate it when she covers them with color, which thankfully is only once in a while.
I can’t find where she’s changed up anything that I can put my finger on; any reason for the change in my reaction to her.
But something must’ve happened because lately I get up in the morning with the hard on from hell and she’s the cause of it.
Chapter 1
"Hey Trace, after work we're heading to the Shanty, tell the girls."
"Aw come on Cami, why that place? that place is a dump, how are we supposed to meet decent guys if we keep spending our happy hour in such a dive?"
"Listen, the guys might or might not become a reality, the one thing that's a surety at the Shanty is two fifty frozen margaritas from four to seven thirty. If the night's gonna be a bust man wise at least we won't be out of pocket by too much."
"Fine whatever."
"Sweet, so we'll meet in the lobby at four fifteen."
"I'll tell the others."
I got back behind my desk in the inner offices of Maddox Industries. I'm the executive assistant, aka glorified Secretary of the head honcho. The hottest, sexiest thing God ever put on the earth; was it any wonder my heart wasn't really into the man-hunting thing? The man had spoiled
me for all other men.
Too bad he didn't know I existed outside the office doors, I don't think he's ever even seen me as anything more than a typing and organizing machine.
It's six thirty and I'm feeling no pain, the same heifers that had bitched and moaned at me about coming here were having a blast hooting and hollering and crooning along to the music on the jukebox.
"I'll tell you who I'd like to ride into the sunset." Melissa, the most circumspect of us could never hold her liquor.
"Who?" Tracy egged her on.
"Our master of all things, the big honcho, the número UNO, el patron, Braxton Maddox, woo hoo."
"You better watch it chick, that's Cami's dick." They all started laughing. It was no real secret among the girls that I had been mooning over the boss for the past two years; they've all heard me waxing poetic about his every virtue ad nauseam.
"I wish you would stop saying that Sam, it only serves to give me hope when we all know it'll never happen, I mean look at me, men like that don't go for overweight secretaries."
"Cami, how many times must we tell you there's a difference between top heavy and over weight."
"Yeah, but who can tell with the clothes I'm forced to wear?"
"Don't forget we've seen you in a bikini, you have an amazing body."
"Great, so all I have to do to get him to notice me is come to work in a bikini."
"No, all you have to do is let me take you shopping."
"I'm not wearing anything bought at Sluts 'R' Us."
"Hey Leah, another round over here."
Leah was our waitress every Friday; the girls didn't really think this place was a dump they just liked to tease me about it.
"Your dad told me that if any of you bunch climb on top of one of his tables again I'm to hose you down."
"Aww, that's no fair, we can't help it, he shouldn't be feeding the public huge quantities of alcohol for such teeny tiny prices then."
"That's right Cami you tell him." Vic was already plastered.
"Thanks Leah, can you bring us more nachos, I think that might help soak up the liquor."
"Uh huh, I think you lot are way past that." She walked away and we got back to basics.
"You know whose face I'd like to ride like a bronco?"
"Who Sam?"
"Eric Maddox, sweet merciful heavens the things I could do to that man, have you seen those biceps? swoon." She started dry humping the air.
"I think it's time for music our last song is about to play."
"Save a horse and ride a cowboy."
"Tracy I like the song and all but I want to dance and I can't really get my freak on to that."
"Uh oh, I see another stripping incident ahead." Ellen threw a chip at me.
"Come on Ellen, that was one time, I was nineteen and we were in Cancun, I haven't done anything like that since; besides you heifers dared me."
"Just tell us about the delectable Braxton Maddox and what you'd like to do to him."
"What wouldn't I like to do to that man, you see who he's always in the society pages with? She's gorgeous."
"She's a hag."
"Samantha that's not true, she's a beautiful woman and she has such sophistication..."
"Aren't you the one that said she looks like her face was put together as an afterthought?" The person or persons in the next booth sounded like they were choking. I couldn't see who it was though because the booths were made high for privacy.
"I might have said that Tracy at a mean moment, oh who the hell am I kidding, I hate her fucking guts. Not only is her face a patchwork of fucked up, but her manners are deplorable, I wonder if he knows what a bitch she is?"
"I doubt it, women like that know how to play it, you better believe she's all peaches and cream when he's around, but when she's dealing with other females the claws come out."
"So true Sam."
"You can see every bone in her chest." Melissa was almost under the table at this point.
"Looks like a freaking xylophone."
We all busted out laughing at my wit.
"So come on Vic, doesn't James share with you some of the things the big bad boss man get up to when they're away on business? I mean as head of security he must be privy to a lot."
"Come on Ellen don't ask her that."
"It's cool Cami, no Ellen to answer your question, James never discusses his work with me, he's very loyal to the brothers."
"That's another thing, how come they all look so different if they're brothers?"
"Trace are you having a blonde moment? it's because Braxton's parents adopted Simon and Eric when they were younger." I rolled my eyes at her.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot."
"I'd like to get me some of that Simon, umm umm umm, what a hottie, all that hair and those soulful eyes, I just want to melt all over that."
"Go Ellen, get it get it girl." We were a rowdy bunch when my dad made it out of his back office and over to us.
Chapter 2
"Evening ladies, what are you lot up to this evening?"
"Hi dad."
"Hey Chief." The girls chorused together.
"Uh huh. You girls behaving yourselves out here right?"
"Don't we always?"
"Melissa love how much did you have to drink?"
"Not mush, I sphere."
"Cam you know that girl is a light weight."
"We know dad, we're keeping an eye on her."
"So none of your shenanigans tonight right girls."
"Right dad, best behavior, brrggh, sorry." Nothing like burping sour margaritas in your father's face.
"Yeah what she said chief sans the burp." Sam cackled with laughter while I covered my giggles.
"Oh where did I go wrong?"
"Whatever do you mean?" I could still do my prim and proper so I couldn't be too far-gone yet.
"I should've sent you to military school when you were a teen to keep you away from this bunch. The lot of you have been nothing but trouble since Sam turned twelve and the rest of you were ten or eleven."
"Hey chief I resemble that remark." Sam raised her margarita to him before chugging it down.
He rolled his eyes and walked away as the rest of us laughed our asses off. Poor dad, he was the only parent to always get stuck with us, the others usually ran and hid when they saw us coming.
"No table dancing ladies I mean it."
"I'm not making any promises chief."
"Okay El but if you lot just have to, if you just can't control yourselves, can you please keep it to just your table and your table only?"
"Aye aye sir."
"Whoo, hoo, nice cheeks chief." Sam wolf whistled and my father embarrassingly gave his behind a little wiggle.
"Oh, dad, gross."
"What, you young people slay me, you think you're the only ones who can shake it like it's hot?"
"Drop it dad."
"Drop what, I'm just saying."
"No dad the song, never mind."
He walked back to the office and we got back to the business at hand.
Sam started laughing at nothing in particular causing the rest of us to stare at her like she'd lost her mind.
"What the hell's wrong with you Sam?" Melissa threw a chip across the table. Sam caught it and ate it before answering me.
"I was just thinking about that time we stole chief's cruiser in the middle of the night and took it for a joy ride."
We all broke out laughing then in fond memory.
"Yeah, and you fools were hanging out the windows topless, waving your damn training bras around."
"Yeah lucky for you, you were the designated driver because your dad was hot on our tails in his jeep."
"Oh please don't remind me, embarrassing."
"He was cool about it though, all he said was 'kids will be kids."
"Yeah Sam but then he ratted us out to our parents and got us grounded for a month."
"It was worth it though Ellen, now we can tell our grandchildren that st
ory."
"Enough of this reminiscing shit, I wanna get my freak on."
"Damn Camille, give this girl a couple shots a tequila and she sheds the proper."
"Shut it Trace, come on what should we dance to?"
"You heard your dad, they're gonna throw us out of here again for sure."
"Nah Trace, as long as you and Mel don't start stripping again we should be fine."
"Lies all lies."
"Go back to sleep Trace."
"Mm'kay." She laid her head back down on the table, drool and all. "Wake me up when it's time for karaoke."
"Sure no problem."
"I know, I know, Good life by One Republic, I feel like something slow and hot that I can get my grind on.
"Please, you know what happens once you start dancing to that song."
"Forget the damn song I wanna talk some more about my Simon, hmm, yummy for my tummy."
"He is cute."
"Hey hands off Melissa, first Cami's dick now mine."
"Don't even think about my Eric, maybe Vic will share scary James with your hard up ass."
"My man ain't scary bitches and no sharesies, that dick is all mine, all nine and a half inches." She started shimmying her shoulders and snapping her fingers.
The nosy asses in the next booth was back to choking and snorting.
"Hey mind your business over there, we ain't talking to you." I threw a rolled up napkin over the booth, something I would never have done had I not been toasted.
"Cami behave damn, don't start shit with anyone right now, I'm too drunk to kick a bitch's ass and besides I'm wearing heels."
"They been listening in and laughing at us the whole night."
"Who cares, maybe they need dick too." Of course the whole table busted up at that and I soon forgot the people on the other side.
"Well you hoes took all the good ones who am I supposed to get then?" Melissa started shit back up.
"I think Greg has the hots for you."
"Which Greg?"
"You know Greg you ass, he works with James and Alec as the personal body guards, ooh, speaking of which, boy would I like to guard Braxton’s body, all...night…long."
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