Against the Rules by Ella Goode Page 0,2
believe that? I don’t know why someone needs three personal assistants, but I’d been more than happy to snag one of the spots. No one had to ask me twice.
“The first smack I think shocked us both. Then he grabbed my wrist.”
“He grabbed you!” B.J. starts to get up. I did hit the man.
“Yeah, and then kissed my palm. Said I could hurt myself and that I shouldn’t do it. So when he let go I did it again to prove I can hit him all day and be just fine.”
“This is wonderful.” B.J. is now laughing so hard that tears have arrived. “I can’t wait for your first day.” I didn’t think it was possible for her to laugh harder, but I was wrong.
“Stop.” I say the words but her laugh is a bit infectious and I can’t help but smile. “What are the odds that my new boss would be there tonight? I mean really!”
“Pretty high, actually. You know the type of people that come in and out of there.” I don’t know them, but I know of them. Two very different things. B.J. is the host and handles all the booking and strange requests that come in without blinking an eye.
“He’s going to fire me.”
“Maybe, but you’ll find another job.” She says it as though finding a job is the easiest thing. Especially one that pays this well. It took me three months to land this one and my bank account is now hurting.
“I’m guessing I can get on where you work?”
“It’s frowned upon to hit customers.”
“Well, damn. What has the world come to?” I pick up my glass, taking a healthy sip. It really is good. I better enjoy it while I can because it looks like it’s only going to be wine in a box for the foreseeable future while I’m unemployed.
“He might not fire you. We could dye your hair or something. He’ll never know it’s you.” I reach up to touch my hair that has never been subjected to dye in its life.
“I’ll pass.” I think I’m more disappointed in finding out what Finn is really like. “I didn't think he'd be one of those pompous assholes who thinks they can buy anything they want and that you'll spread your legs because they have money.”
“Oh, honey. They all are that way. Trust me, I know.” She would. She is surrounded by them every day. It’s worse when you have a name like B.J. and look as stunning as she does. I throw back the rest of my wine.
“I’m going to go in there and pretend it never happened. Introduce myself like it’s the first time we’ve ever met. Maybe he’ll think it wasn’t me. The restaurant was dark.”
“The elevator isn't.”
“Right but still. He’d had a few glasses of something. I’m sure of it.”
“If anyone can pull it off it’s you.” I wish I had the confidence she has in me. I have to make this work. There is no other option. Not only could my new boss fire me, but I’m sure he can get me blackballed too. I’d have to move to the other side of the world and even then he probably has reach there too. Sadly, he probably has the capability to buy anything he wants. But that doesn’t include me.
Chapter 3
Finn
My dream’s a good one. She’s straddling me with her ass in my face. I’m eating out her pussy as she sucks my dick into the back of her throat. When I’m close to blowing, I pull her mouth off and slide her cunt down until she can mount me. I watch my cock shuttle in and out of her channel while her ass cheeks jiggle. I slap one round bit of flesh before grabbing her hips and holding her while I thrust inside her slick, tight heat. She moans and my eyeballs roll to the back of my head. This is good shit. Real good shit. Fuck me, baby. Use my cock.
She climaxes, her cream coating my shaft and then my thighs. My own orgasm seizes me. A gallon of cum shoots into her pussy, and from the way her toes curl and her head throws back, the force of my ejaculation has set her off.
Before I can make her come again, though, my alarm jolts me from my slumber. It’s time to get up. With a sigh, I roll out of bed. The sheets are a mess. I haven’t had a wet dream since I was ten