When I walked into that room and saw her today, I thought I was fucked. Until I saw the way her eyes darted to her mother when she realized who I was. I saw the fear, the need for approval and I knew that there was no way she would out herself. Having to pretend like I didn’t want to push her up against the wall and fuck the shit out of her all day was exhausting.

Knowing that she is asleep in the other room is driving me fucking crazy. I wonder what she sleeps in. A little silk number, a t-shirt that stops just below her beautiful ass, or nothing at all. I scrub my hands over my face in frustration. Ditching a girl after sex had never been hard but that’s because I didn’t have to work with them.

Get a fucking grip.

She’s just a girl.

Just another piece of ass.

Maybe a shower will break me out of this. What I really need to do is jack off. I grab a change of clothes and head to the bathroom. The suite is empty and I stop as I pass Sam’s closed door. I have to force myself to keep moving. I have no idea why the hell I am so drawn to this girl.

When I open the door to the bathroom, I almost blow a fucking load in my pants. Samantha is in the bathtub, surrounded by candles and bubbles gently floating around her. There is a slight humming noise, holy fucking shit. She’s getting herself off. She arches, her perfect tits rising out of the surface of the water. I smile as a moan rips through her lips and her body seems to tense, her mouth falling open as she comes back down from her high. I am trying to fight every instinct I have to go over there and show her how much better I could do it. How fast I could have her screaming my name. I can’t. I have my no repeat rule for a reason.

“I hope you were thinking of me.”

She jumps at the sound of my voice. “Hunter? Get the fuck out!” she grasps for a towel next to her and quickly stands up, wrapping it around her.

“Don’t stop on my account, cupcake.” I lean against the counter, taking in every inch of skin that I can see. God, this girl is fucking sexy.

“Do you have no boundaries?” Her voice is laced with annoyance and anger but it doesn’t deter me.

I take a step toward the tub. “You said you were going to bed. How was I supposed to know you were in here flicking the bean?”

“Ugh! I really can’t stand you!” She steps out of the tub but as she is trying to stomp away, slips. I reach out and catch her, taking advantage of the opportunity to have her pressed against me. She gasps as I lift her up, still keeping her close to me.

Once she’s stable, I can’t help but notice the way she smells like fresh strawberries. I dip my head down and run my nose up her neck, eliciting goosebumps across the rest of her skin. When I reach her chin, I pull back a little bit. I see the desire in her eyes. She wants me just as much as I want her. My attention is drawn to her mouth as her teeth grasp her bottom lip. I free it with my thumb before crashing my mouth against hers. Needing a piece of her. A taste of what I can’t let myself have.

I pull away and I swear it’s the hardest thing I’ve done in a while. She’s like a fucking magnet that I can’t resist. I walk out of the bathroom without a word. This job might pay a lot of fucking money but I don’t know how long I can handle this shit.

***

My alarm goes off at five the next morning and I almost throw my phone against the wall. I don’t know how Sam deals with this schedule. It is insane. When I was hired, they gave me her schedule for the week and I couldn’t believe it. I am surprised they don’t limit her to timed bathroom breaks. I get dressed in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt before heading out to meet her.

I’m pouring a cup of coffee when I hear her door open. The sight of her stops me dead in my tracks. She is wearing the shortest pair of jeans shorts I’ve ever seen and a bright pink shirt that shows just the smallest area of her stomach. We haven’t even started the day and I already need a cold fucking shower.

“Close your mouth, you might catch flies.” She walks by me and I hear a laugh escape her lips. She’s fucking playing with me.

I follow her as she walks out of the suite and when we are in the elevator, I catch her looking at the spot I held her up against in the elevator at the venue. “I see you looking, cupcake. I know you are just waiting for the next time I have my hands all over you.”

She turns to me. “That is not going to happen again. I am done with your games, and I want no part of you.”

I move behind her, pulling her against me and grinding myself into her ass. “Baby, you know that you want me, a specific part of me in fact. You can try to deny it but I know that it was my dick you were thinking of last night when you were making yourself come.”

Her body shivers against me and I know that I’m affecting her; little does she know she is affecting me just as much. I can’t let her see that though; I can’t give her hope for something that could never be. I can’t let her in. I could never be what she deserves. The elevator door opens and I move around her, walking toward the lobby. It takes a minute, but soon I hear her fuck me heels clicking against the marble floor, letting me know that she is following me.

There is a crowd outside the hotel and it amazes me how these scumbags always know where she is. Half of the shit they shout at her as she is walking by makes me want to punch their fucking lights out. I hold the door open for her and climb in after her, shutting out the leeches. “Alright cupcake, what’s on the schedule for today?”

She glares at me. “Don’t fucking call me that.”

I smirk at her, knowing how much it pisses her off. “Don’t make me a liar now. I named you cupcake because you are so fucking sweet; if you start getting bitchy I might need to call you sour patch.”

She gives me the finger and then a smile graces her lips. “I have a photoshoot today, and then later tonight I have another performance.”

I want to ask what made her smile, but I decide to let her have a little bit of mystery. We pull up to a beach and I see a large area roped off. Her mother is standing next to a parking spot and flagging us down like we are a damn airplane. As soon as the truck stops, she opens the door on Sam’s side.

“What took you all so long? I have been waiting out here for ten minutes! I have told you before, Samantha Baker, that you cannot show up late. It gives people a bad impression of you. And you…” I look up and she is staring daggers through me. “It is your job, Mr. Stone, to make sure that she gets to her appointments on time. If you cannot handle that, then your services will no longer be needed.”

Sam gets out of the car but turns and peers over her mother’s shoulder and sticks her tongue out at me. I want to laugh, but at the same time, I want to lock her in this car and wipe that smile right off of her face. I can picture pulling her underneath me and covering her sinful body with mine, taking her again like I have wanted to from the moment I sunk myself into her. I’m getting hard just thinking about the sounds she made as I fucked her, the way she pushed back into me, begging for more.

“Yes, ma’am.” If I say anything other than that I might tell her mother to go fuck herself. I follow the two of them onto the beach and see a whole crew set up, cameras, a trailer, people scurrying around. Sam goes into the trailer and I’m left outside with the she devil.

“My daughter is beautiful, isn’t she, Mr. Stone?” Her mother looks over at me. How the fuck am I supposed to answer that?

Yeah, especially when she let me fuck her the first time we met.

Or how about, yeah I get a hard on whenever I’m within a few feet of her.

I decide against saying any of that and just giving her a nod. “Well, just remember you are here to keep her safe and nothing else. Keep your hands and other..” She looks me up and down. “…body parts to yourself. I will not have her involved with just anyone, especially with someone who cannot provide for her.”