Taking Chances by M Andrews Page B

here’s your complimentary coffee and day-old Danish. We here at Château de Manwhore thank you for your stay.”
    She climbs out of bed, giving me a searing glare. “You’re such a bitch,” she snarls shimmying back into her postage stamp of a dress.
    “Tell me something I don’t know, Princess.” I grab her fake Louboutin heels and usher through the apartment and out the door to the waiting cab out front of Jason's building.
    I walk back inside and pick up one of the cups of coffee and Jason’s schedule for our time in Vancouver for the filming of his newest project. I pad down the hallway back to his bedroom.
    “Wakey, wakey, boss man,” I call out, kicking the corner of his bed. I set his coffee and schedule down on his night stand then fling open the curtains, letting the bright morning sun filter into the room. Jason groans pulling his pillow over his head trying to ignore me.
    “Oh come on now, boss man. It’s time to wake up. We have a plane to catch.” I grab the corner of his pillow and yank it from his hand and throw it to the floor.
    “You’re so mean this morning?” he groans, covering his eyes with his blanket.
    “I had skank removal duty, so I'm not exactly in the best of moods.”
    “Yeah, sorry about that. I tried to get her to leave last night, but her blowjob skills persuaded me otherwise.”
    I shake my head, rolling my eyes at his statement. Just keep rubbing it in my face that I don't get to suck that pretty dick of yours, asshat. I suck up what little of my pride I have left and put on my best fake smile, trying to fight the overwhelming urge to climb into this bed and show Jason what a real woman can do to his cock.
    “It’s okay, but I’m charging you extra for dumb bimbo removal,” I tease. “Now come on, get up, we have a flight to catch in two hours.” I grab the blanket and pull it off of him. Thankfully he has his boxers on. I don’t think my heart or my pussy could handle seeing him naked after the dream I had about him last night.
    “Okay, okay. I'm up.” Jason sits up in bed and grabs his coffee, letting out a satisfied moan as he takes his first sip. “Nina, how do you know that the next time you pull that little blanket stunt, I'm not going to be naked?” He chuckles from behind his coffee cup.
    “I know you’d never do that because that would be the day I would die a happy woman from seeing that monster dick of yours.” I snicker to myself. “If I die you’d be completely lost without me. Now get your ass out of that bed and into the shower.” I start for the door, trying to shake the image of Jason naked from my mind.
    “You’re such a fucking smart ass,” Jason calls out.
    I pop my head back through the door. “At least, I'm not a dumbass. Now move it! The car will be here soon.” Jason grabs the second pillow from his bed and launches it toward me, but I manage to duck out of the way. “You need to work on your aim, boss man.”

 
    Fucking Nina, busting my balls before I’ve had my first cup of coffee. Her and that damn mouth. I'd like to sew it shut, but it would be more fun to stick my dick in it instead. To make matters worse, she’s wearing those damn black rimmed glasses of hers. She thinks they make her look nerdy, but I think they make her look sexy and fuckable. I just want to see her in nothing but those glasses.
    She was wearing those damn things the morning we met. I walked into Susan’s office and she was bent over picking up some papers off the floor, I got a nice eye full of her ass in her tight black pencil skirt. When she stood up, she turned around and I got a full view of her. She was all curves and tits and those fucking glasses. It took everything I had in me to fight back the hard on she was giving me. She looked like a sexy librarian with her white button up blouse and her hair pulled up in a high ponytail. My first instinct was to bend her over Susan's desk and make her fucking scream. Then Susan had to ruin everything