Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 17

Chloe shook her head. “I’m afraid not. I got a call from Hannon about an hour ago. They’ve verified that Amber was working out of a coffee shop in New York that morning. They confirmed with one of the baristas on duty that morning, and I should be getting video any moment now.”

“Motherfucker!” I snarled, “This crap again!?”

“So, it wasn’t her?” Erin asked.

“I think it was,” Chloe said, eying me. “Marcus was so sure Amber was in Vegas that I wondered whether or not it was true.”

“Because it was!” I protested.

“The mind can play tricks when you’re under that much stress,” Chloe said placatingly. “But with two more people giving us a perfect de***********ion of Amber, I’m inclined to think that she’s somehow managing to fool everyone into thinking she’s in one place when she’s really somewhere else.”

“Glad we’ve cleared that up,” I said, unable to completely hide the wryness from my voice and immediately regretting it. Chloe was in my corner and had saved my life that night in Vegas. Granted, I’d paid her to do it, but still… what was a six-digit annual salary compared to my life. As far as I was concerned, I owed her, and vilifying her because she was understandably skeptical wasn’t a good look. “What do we do about this?”

Chloe looked unaffected by my tone. “Nothing right now. I’m working with Henry. We’ll try to figure out how she’s doing what she’s doing, and I’ll update you if we piece any more information together from the hard drive.”

“That’s it?” I asked. “There’s nothing else I can do?”

“Nope,” Chloe said. She reached for the folder she’d given me earlier. “Just let Psalter and I do our jobs. It’s why you pay us. In the meantime…” my bodyguard glanced past me. “I think it’s just about time for breakfast.”

I followed Chloe’s gaze to see Shea standing in the hallway opening leading to the private rooms, another mysterious smile gracing her full lips. She jerked her head back the way she’d come, beckoning me.

“Come on, boss,” Erin said, unbuckling her belt as she stood up. “Let’s let Chloe work while we see what Shea has for us.”

A few minutes later, I was experiencing the gentle thrum of music that could almost be felt as much as it could be heard. Deep, rolling basslines of trip-hop and dub underlined slow, groove-driven beat and eclectic female vocals. It was the perfect companion to the smooth, snake-like movement of Shea’s hips as she rolled them from side to side. Her back turned toward me, and her prominent ass moved up and down in liquid motions as she flashed seductive bedroom eyes over one shoulder.

Shea was a small woman, which made her average curves more prominent. With her easy smile and petite frame, though, she could easily come across as a diminutive, sweet little Pacific Asian woman. But in moments like this… she was more woman than her compact frame could have ever suggested.

There hadn’t exactly been a dancer’s pole on the plane, so Shea was being creative, using a small desk as a prop to bend over, roll across, and writhe in ways that were simply mouth-watering. She probably could have taught Natashya a few things… only, Natashya was off limits. Shea was not.

And the way my dick strained against my pants… it knew she was on the menu.

“So,” Erin said, sitting on the couch beside me and nibbling on a piece of bacon she held delicately between two fingers.

“So,” I repeated, unable to tear my eyes away from Shea. At this point, she’d completely removed her flight attendant’s outfit and was currently writhing around in a lacy black bra and panty set. This was one hell of a way to eat breakfast—getting a strip show by my private flight attendant while hanging out with one of the hottest women I’d ever met, my personal assistant.

“Karly,” Erin said.

I finally took my eyes off Shea to look at Erin. “Karly,” I repeated.

“I’ve been dying to talk to you about this. Charity called me after she talked to you last night and gave me Karly’s information. I talked to her, and she filled me in on some details. It’s a movie she really likes about a computer falling in love with its owner and trapping her inside her smart home. Karly’s been trying to get funding, but no one’s bitten.”

“How come?” I asked, turning my attention back to Shea.

“The writer’s new to the industry, and Karly is the only one with any kind of clout attached to it, and apparently, that’s not enough.”

“Hm,” I said, barely paying attention. My thoughts were too busy flitting back and forth between Shea—slowly shedding the underwear over her ass and down the creamy skin of her thighs—and the conversation we just had had with Chloe.

“Not interested?” Erin asked.

“Maybe,” I said. I glanced at Erin. “Will she send a ***********?”

“She’s going to,” Erin said. “But I think you should work with her regardless. With a big enough budget and help with the ***********, it sounds promising, and getting involved could be good for your image.”

Shea bent over and slid her panties the rest of the way down her legs and gracefully stepped out of them, staying bent over with her hands on her knees as she glanced at me from over her shoulder again through her curtain of black hair. Her dark eyes sparkled with mischievous desire, and as she slowly straightened, her hair fell out of her face, revealing a seductive smile. The tip of her pink tongue slid across her top lip and slipped back in her mouth as she bit lightly on her plush bottom lip. Her back arched, pushing her breasts out as she slipped her hands behind her and reached for the clasp of her bra. It came loose, and the straps began sliding down her shoulders when I felt my fingers gently touch my jaw.

Erin had placed the plate of food on the floor and had gotten on all fours. Her face was achingly close to mine as she pulled my attention back to her. Liquid pools gazed at me, filled with hedonistic possibilities, as she gave me her patented Cheshire grin. “Karly. Titus. Think about that for a second, Marcus.”

The spell Shea had over me was temporarily abolished; I did think about it.

There was no denying Karly was gorgeous. She’d only been on the acting scene a handful of years, but she’d already made a splash. Her most recent role had been a guest spot as a recurring character in a recent political drama I only knew in passing, but she’d also starred in several movies last year. She was fairly popular around social media thanks to her beauty, and more than once, I’d come across a compilation video that showed her looking prettily into the camera or a co-star… half-dressed. She was probably on a growing list of hall passes that couples had for sleeping with certain celebrities. Hell… she had starred in my fantasies a time or two. The possibility that I might actually meet her in person, let alone what Erin was suggesting…

I imagined Karly sitting on the other side of me on the couch, watching Erin as her face inched closer to mine. My mind’s eye saw her bright hazel eyes, watching my assistant kiss me in my imagination, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear as she wondered how both of us tasted. I gulped at the thought, but that’s all it was—just a thought.

“It’s Karly Titus, Erin. She could date anyone.”

“Jesus, Marcus,” Erin breathed. She leaned in and brushed her lips across mine. “I’m not talking about dating her. She broke up with her boyfriend a month ago, and from what I picked up in our conversation, she hasn’t been seeing anyone. I think it’s a real possibility.” She kept her lips hovering close to mine. Her eyes were mere slits as she stared through her lashes. “Besides… you aren’t just anyone, Marcus. Just imagine escorting her down the red carpet to a movie premiere you made possible. Karly in a little red dress…

My phone buzzed next to me on the couch, and I reluctantly tore my gaze from Erin to glance down at it. It was Helen. It had to be what… five in the morning there? Helen was an early riser, but that was early even for her. Maybe the jet lag was getting to her.

“You should ask Helen what she thinks,” Erin said, seeing who had texted me. “I bet she’d tell you to shoot your shot.”

“Let’s find out,” I said, picking up my phone and unlocking it.

Sure enough, the message from Helen read, Damn jet lag has me all messed up.

“Oh, good!” Erin said, perking up. “She’s awake! Call her!”

Doing just that, I didn’t have to wait long for her face to appear on the video display. She appeared a little tired around the eyes but otherwise looked amazing as always. Her blonde hair was pulled back to fall over her shoulders, with a few strands falling around her face. Dark eyebrows, betraying her natural hair color, were arched high in surprise as she stared back at me, with Erin’s head hovering just over my shoulder.

“Oh, hi!” Erin chirped. “Miss you!”

“I miss you too!” Helen said wearily, but there was definitely a note of sincerity in her voice. I’d never seen her hang out with anyone outside of our little circle, but I suddenly realized that we could very well be her only friends.

“How you doing?” I asked.

“I’m fine. Just tired, but I’ll need to go into the office in a few hours, so I’m not bothering with trying to get any more sleep. She peered at the camera as if trying to look past me. “Where are you?”

“A private plane Erin arranged,” I said. Then I turned the camera around to show Shea, who was currently on the desk on her back. Her spine was arched, pressing her medium-sized breasts into the air. Shea turned her head to look at us and gave a small wave at the phone.

“Hi, sweetie!” she called out and then blew a kiss at us.

Helen sighed as I turned the camera back to Erin and me. “I should have just phoned into this meeting. I’m missing all the fun.”

“The fun won’t be as nice without you here,” Erin chimed in. “Where are you?”

Helen hummed, a crooked little smile forming. “Just laying in Marcus’ bed.” She backed her phone away to show more of her body… more of her naked body, that is. Helen VanCamp wasn’t wearing a scrap of clothing as she lay on my sheets. She slid one hand down her face and further down her body to cup a breast and give it a firm squeeze.

“God!” Erin gasped. “I miss those tits! You’re looking, girl! Tara’s been doing wonders.”

“Thank you,” Helen said, her smile looking a little shy. “I think I’m pleased with the results.”

It’s true. Tara had only been with us for about a month, but I was already noticing a difference in some of the ladies. Helen and Bobbi, in particular. Helen had always had a certain level of athleticism, but the direction Tara was taking her was starting to really pay off. When the light hit her right, I could see a faint hint of ripple under her feminine belly. Her ass felt a little more firm, and her thighs seemed a little more muscular. The same with Bobbi, though since she was already slender, the results had been similar—giving her a slight muscle tone while retaining her femininity.

I’d also noticed changes in myself. I’d dropped nearly ten pounds and probably only had another ten before reaching my target weight. At the same time, my core felt more… substantial, for lack of a better word. I had more muscle control and felt better overall. With me, Tara had decided to practically ignore cardio, stating that I was probably getting enough of that as it was, and I’d detected a hint of jealousy when she made the statement.

“Hey! Check the nightstand next to where Marcus sleeps,” Erin said.