He was already passing Tasha her dress and pants. “I like your new underwear and stockings, baby.” He kissed her nose. “Now, I seem to have made a bit of a mess on my office floor, so I’ll tidy up my papers while you go and shower and wait for me in bed, okay?”
She nodded which prompted a frown.
“Yes, James,” she said realising this wasn’t over yet.
As she reached the door he called to her, “You were amazing, Natasha.”
“As were you,” she replied and meant every word.
She’d showered and was still wrapped in a towel when Jim appeared behind her in the mirror.
“How are you feeling?”
She cut her eyes at him in the mirror. “Horny.”
He laughed at her words and expression. “No change there, then.”
She cut her eyes at his reflection making him smile. The curl of his lips made him look younger and even more handsome, if that was even possible.
“If you do that again it could be really bad news for you.” He still smiled as he continued, “Or really good news. Are you feeling lucky punk?”
She laughed at possibly the worst Clint Eastwood voice she’d ever heard.
They studied each other’s expressions in the huge mirror where she smiled a small and innocent smile before squinting her eyes tightly.
“Oh, my baby is gambling. You really would like it in Vegas you know.” He pulled the towel from around her, rendering her naked before throwing her onto the bed.
“I could lock you in here forever.”
“I think that’s illegal.”
“You see, now that could be a problem, because not only am I too pretty for jail, but you are too horny for me to leave you, so I’ll just have to think of something else.”
Chapter 14
Tasha woke up to the sound of a vacuum cleaner somewhere in the house and wondered why anyone would want to vacuum before eight a.m. However, when she rolled over to tell Jim Sandra was obviously insane he wasn’t there and the clock said nine forty-five a.m. She’d slept through the alarm and presumably Jim leaving for work. She felt saddened that she’d missed an opportunity to see him. She smiled at the thought of the previous night and was very pleased she had chosen to gamble with a last cut of the eyes. She jumped as her phone rang to the sound of Elvis singing Viva Las Vegas. She laughed when she saw it was Jim.
“I am not going to Vegas with you, ever.”
“And good morning to you, too. But we both know you are,” he replied, obviously amused.
“Where are you?”
“At work, earning an honest day’s pay.”
“Honest? In Hollywood? That’s got to be a joke. Why didn’t you wake me before you left? I missed seeing you and kissing you goodbye.” She stretched out. The big bed was far too roomy to be in alone.
“Because you looked very peaceful lying in my bed and your idea of kissing me goodbye is to get me back into bed and I had a breakfast meeting.”
“Spoil sport.” A pout formed on her lips. “Why is my ring tone now Elvis?” She found his sense of humour in choosing this genuinely funny.
“Well, you had a couple of messages on your phone so I hit the button so they didn’t wake you, but then I thought it might be fun. Do you mind?”
“I’ll check my messages later. Why would I mind?” She could see no reason for any objections to him allocating himself a ring tone.
“Because I touched your phone. I didn’t read your messages though.” He sounded nervous, but was totally honest in his claim, even if he’d been tempted.
“It’s fine. There’s nothing on there you couldn’t see anyway.” She was equally as honest as him. She didn’t even have a code on it, never had.
