“I was going to say fuck like bunnies, but if you’d prefer the gentle touch, baby, I can do that too.”
She laughed loudly, but his offer seemed totally genuine. “Okay, and assuming Lizzie hasn’t taken out a full-page ad to announce that I’m Daddy’s new girlfriend and you really do know somewhere secluded I won’t be outed as a gold digger or a slutty actress sleeping her way to the top. Although, I don’t think Sandra would take much convincing of me being both of those things.” Her tone suggested she was far more bothered by that than she’d previously admitted, even to herself.
“Have you and Sandra had a fight since you bonded over tea this morning?” Jim’s words were laced with sarcasm, but seeing her serious and slightly sad face he offered her a small smile.
“Hmmm, just after she discovered I was an actress.”
“Maybe she’s jealous.”
“Of me? Why?”
“Because her husband thinks you are the best thing since sliced bread. He can’t stop telling me how great you are. Although, I’d already figured your greatness for myself.”
Tasha laughed but shook her head.
“You really don’t see it do you? You are beautiful and funny and as hot as hell itself. When you stepped on the plane yesterday every man there was positively drooling, including the steward who I thought was gay until he saw your legs coming towards him; maybe he was gay until he saw you.” Jim gazed into her eyes willing her to see what he saw.
“Hardly.” She remained unconvinced.
He stroked her cheek, his expression and tone turning sad. “What happened to you that you don’t see it, baby?”
She watched him looking at her with nothing but care and kindness reflected in his eyes. His compassion caused tears to prick the back of her eyes as she tried to brush off his comments. “Maybe there isn’t anything to see, Jim. Maybe this is just who and what I am.”
“I appreciate you don’t want to talk about it, baby, but if you do...” He gently brushed her lips with his thumb, desperate to say or do something to make her smile. To remove the darkness from her eyes and replace it with the light he’d seen there just a few minutes before and yet he had no clue how.
The sensation of his skin touching hers caused her lips to tingle. Her breathing was already beginning to hitch with anticipation and she was grateful for the distraction from conversation about her because she really didn’t want to burden him withwhat had happened to her, and yet she could think of nobody she wanted to tell more. She distracted herself from her thoughts when she mouthed Jim’s thumb, drawing it into the wet heat of her mouth. His response was a low groan as he lay with his eyes shut.
“I really, really do like you, Natasha. You need to give some thought to Elvis or a JP because we will be going to Vegas.”
She straddled him again and studied him; his torso that lay beneath her, then up his body to his broad and defined chest and shoulders before finding his handsome face and full head of hair. Finally, she settled her eyes on his, holding his gaze as she offered him a small smile before lying down with her chest pressed against his leaving nothing between them.
“I don’t think so, but thank you, James.” She waited for the familiar sting as a consequence to her James, but there was none causing her to gaze up to eye him with suspicion.
He laughed at her expression. “You really do like a bit of rough play, don’t you?”
“I would rather you didn’t beat the living shit out of me, but your hands on my arse makes me very horny.” She was shocked by her own summary, but it was entirely true.
“I would never beat the living shit out of you and my hands on your ass make me very horny too. You telling me it makes you horny also makes me horny.” He pulled her head up so she was looking at him when he kissed her gently on the nose. “Let’s go to dinner and talk some more.”
She reluctantly dismounted, standing up and then squealed excitedly as the sting in her ass surprised her.
“That was for breakfast, and also because I like to think of you being horny.”
Jim was in his office when Tasha came downstairs, ready for dinner. He stared at his computer, deep in thought. She stood watching him and smiled as he looked up.
“You really do look good enough to eat.” He grinned at her salaciously.
“You’ve already done that.”
“And very tasty you were too, honey.” With a single pat to his lap, he summoned her over to join him.
She needed no further invitation.
The black, strapless, knee length cocktail dress she wore moved with her in such a way that it emphasised every curve she had; tight and fitted under the bust then flaring out to the knees with the little silver detail under the bust catching the light with dazzling effects. It was the onegoing outdress she’d packed for the trip and she was glad she had now. She climbed onto his lap sideways and crossed her stocking clad legs.
“Pantyhose?”
She shook her head as a tiny blush began to colour her cheeks.
