Personal Assistant by Cara North Page A

apartment that was not much bigger than the
space Ish lived in. Her parents had a three bedroom
house. There was no getting lost in her world, everything fit with a purpose.
Here, she was getting lost in more ways than one.
            “It
must be great to get to look at him up close all the time,” Shay said as they
left the theatre. “I can’t wait to see who his new co-star will be. Another
starlet launched to fame for fucking him. I wish it were me.”
            Frankie
wanted to punch Shay in the face, but that kind of talk was normal for Shay.
She wanted to fuck any and every male celebrity she thought would launch her
career though Frankie had noticed Shay had not dated anyone in a while. Maybe
she was all talk these days.
            “I’m
sure whoever it is will be a lucky girl.” Frankie frowned. Insecurity slipped
in for a turn at her thoughts.
            “It
could be me if you introduce us,” Shay said it in her whiny voice. The one
Frankie would normally cave to. She did owe Shay a lot, but the line was being
drawn, here, now. Over him.
            “Not gonna happen. You want to meet him, stalk him like
everyone else.” Frankie left Shay standing there with eyes wide and mouth open.
     
    ***
     
            Frankie
tried to be quiet as she entered the house. She took off her shoes and padded barefoot
up the stairs. Her toes appreciated the soft plush carpet. The office light was
off. His bedroom light was still on. She tried to resist the urge to look in.
She failed. As she poked her head around the corner she took a moment to take
in the magnificence of him, the man, not the star. Though as stars go, his
light shone as bright as the sun.
            He
was looking at something, not a script, not the television, but something he
had in his hand. Some paper that had his rapt attention. His thumb rubbed along his collarbone. He bit his lip. His hand moved slow,
methodic down his chest and under the sheet barely covering his hips pushing it
enough to expose his target. He gripped his cock over the cotton briefs.
Frankie’s pulse went wild. Her breath hitched. Her eyes blinked. She was not
supposed to be there. She was not supposed to be watching him, but she could
not for a million dollars look away.
            “How
was the movie?” he asked as he stopped his hand and sat the paper aside on the
nightstand. His head lifted to look at her. A mischievous
smile on his lips.
            Embarrassed
she tried for bravado over cowardice. “Not as good as the current showing.”
            He
tilted his head. “I was just reading your resume.”
            “Thinking
about replacing me?” Her heart skipped a beat.
            “No,”
he whispered.
            “Then
my resume turned you on?” Frankie moved so that she could be completely seen in
the doorway.
            “Everything
about you turns me on, Frankie.” He punctuated the statement with a firm
squeeze to his cock.
            “What
can I do for you, sir?” She bit her own lip as the word made his eyes close.
When they opened, the liquid blue color was nothing short of burning with
desire. Desire for her. Could a girl ask for more than
the undivided attention of a man any woman would love to have?
            “Come
closer,” he ordered. “And take off your clothes as you do so.”
            Frankie
smiled at him. She removed an item of clothing every few steps. Down to her bra
and panties, she stood at the edge of his bed.
            She
moved her hand to the back clasp and he shook his head no. He shifted over in
the bed and held out a hand to her. Frankie nervously climbed in next to him.
He would see her naked, completely naked this time.
            He
moved over her as she leaned back. His pillows were soft. They smelled of clean
linen and him. It was intoxicating. His face came close to hers. His eyes
mirrored her movements, not letting