to ask Lori to give me a few minutes alone, but what I find is jarring enough.
Yes, Lori is still there, but wearing far less than she was when she first arrived. In fact, she’s down to her bra -- which barely contains her inflated breasts -- and her panties. All lace. I avert my eyes quickly like I’m giving her privacy. “What the hell are you doing?”
It’s a statement, not a question. It leaves no room for her to hem and haw. And yet, somehow, she does.
“I saw how hard you were working, and I thought you might need a pick-me-up.”
My jaw sets tightly, and I untie the belt to my robe, only to tie it again, tighter this time. “Get dressed.”
“You look at tits all the time. You can’t even see anything right now.”
“You’re my agent. This is a professional work environment. Get dressed .”
I already know she’s not going to redress just because I asked, but she’s pushing boundaries here that I’m not quite willing to annihilate. “Brett… just try this. I’m here for you. Besides, why else did you invite me here?”
“To shut you up. Put your goddamn clothes on.” I decide that I’m just going to keep repeating it until she does.
But Lori gets bold. She rises and crosses to me, a hand slipping over my shoulders and resting at my collarbone, opening my robe slightly. My nostrils flare with irritation, but my head hasn’t moved at all. I give her a moment before I finally grab her wrist and force it away from me.
“Jesus, Brett, it’s just sex. You have it all the time.”
That does it. That gets to me. I shoot her a look, furious now, even though I’m -- somehow -- able to keep the tremor out of my voice. “This would not just be sex. This would be a mistake. A horrible, horrible mistake. This would jeopardize my career, and yours. This would take us both to a level where we didn’t want to go, where you have this held over my head and I fucking despise you so much for it that I say fuck the contract and walk out anyway.”
“I’d sue.”
“I’d settle.”
It seems ludicrous to imagine the two of us at the moment, me in a robe, her in lingerie, hissing and snarling at one another like animals. But it only seems to turn her on. I can read the arousal in her eyes as surely as if she was one of my costars instead of my fucking boss.
“You’ve never thought about this? Come on.”
I scoff and remove myself from the situation, shaking out from her eyes and finding my way to my couch. “No, Lori. I haven’t thought about this. Our relationship is professional .”
“I used to do porn, too, you know. I know how this works.”
“Yeah, and the shit you did was good , but you can’t do this.”
“Do what?” she asks innocently as she takes a few steps towards me. Her stilettos leave little dents in the rug, and I hate it.
“Don’t play this innocent thing with me. Just don’t. I’m not going to waste my time explaining to you the million ways this is inappropriate.”
Lori comes towards the couch, and I realize what an error it was to sit. I’m up as she comes down, trying to straddle me, and for a moment, our bodies are flush. I grab her upper arms to ease her down, and then hold out my palms in defense. “ Stay .”
I leave in a huff, my heart pounding. And this is the woman I have to report to when this is all over. I’m a few steps outside of the trailer when I see Kylie. Shit . She’s making her way towards me, all business.
“You’ve got ten minutes before you have to--“
Her words trail off, and I follow the line of her gaze behind me to my trailer door. It’s open, and Lori is standing in the frame, still half naked. Her hip is tilted against it as she fumbles with a pack of cigarettes, and says, “Thanks for the talk, Brett.”
I realize that I look flushed, I’ve got my robe partially pulled open, and things could not look worse for me. I look back at Kylie, needing her to understand what’s going on here. “This isn’t even slightly
Yes, Lori is still there, but wearing far less than she was when she first arrived. In fact, she’s down to her bra -- which barely contains her inflated breasts -- and her panties. All lace. I avert my eyes quickly like I’m giving her privacy. “What the hell are you doing?”
It’s a statement, not a question. It leaves no room for her to hem and haw. And yet, somehow, she does.
“I saw how hard you were working, and I thought you might need a pick-me-up.”
My jaw sets tightly, and I untie the belt to my robe, only to tie it again, tighter this time. “Get dressed.”
“You look at tits all the time. You can’t even see anything right now.”
“You’re my agent. This is a professional work environment. Get dressed .”
I already know she’s not going to redress just because I asked, but she’s pushing boundaries here that I’m not quite willing to annihilate. “Brett… just try this. I’m here for you. Besides, why else did you invite me here?”
“To shut you up. Put your goddamn clothes on.” I decide that I’m just going to keep repeating it until she does.
But Lori gets bold. She rises and crosses to me, a hand slipping over my shoulders and resting at my collarbone, opening my robe slightly. My nostrils flare with irritation, but my head hasn’t moved at all. I give her a moment before I finally grab her wrist and force it away from me.
“Jesus, Brett, it’s just sex. You have it all the time.”
That does it. That gets to me. I shoot her a look, furious now, even though I’m -- somehow -- able to keep the tremor out of my voice. “This would not just be sex. This would be a mistake. A horrible, horrible mistake. This would jeopardize my career, and yours. This would take us both to a level where we didn’t want to go, where you have this held over my head and I fucking despise you so much for it that I say fuck the contract and walk out anyway.”
“I’d sue.”
“I’d settle.”
It seems ludicrous to imagine the two of us at the moment, me in a robe, her in lingerie, hissing and snarling at one another like animals. But it only seems to turn her on. I can read the arousal in her eyes as surely as if she was one of my costars instead of my fucking boss.
“You’ve never thought about this? Come on.”
I scoff and remove myself from the situation, shaking out from her eyes and finding my way to my couch. “No, Lori. I haven’t thought about this. Our relationship is professional .”
“I used to do porn, too, you know. I know how this works.”
“Yeah, and the shit you did was good , but you can’t do this.”
“Do what?” she asks innocently as she takes a few steps towards me. Her stilettos leave little dents in the rug, and I hate it.
“Don’t play this innocent thing with me. Just don’t. I’m not going to waste my time explaining to you the million ways this is inappropriate.”
Lori comes towards the couch, and I realize what an error it was to sit. I’m up as she comes down, trying to straddle me, and for a moment, our bodies are flush. I grab her upper arms to ease her down, and then hold out my palms in defense. “ Stay .”
I leave in a huff, my heart pounding. And this is the woman I have to report to when this is all over. I’m a few steps outside of the trailer when I see Kylie. Shit . She’s making her way towards me, all business.
“You’ve got ten minutes before you have to--“
Her words trail off, and I follow the line of her gaze behind me to my trailer door. It’s open, and Lori is standing in the frame, still half naked. Her hip is tilted against it as she fumbles with a pack of cigarettes, and says, “Thanks for the talk, Brett.”
I realize that I look flushed, I’ve got my robe partially pulled open, and things could not look worse for me. I look back at Kylie, needing her to understand what’s going on here. “This isn’t even slightly
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