Hot Off the Red Carpet (11 page)

He had gotten control of himself at the last moment, though. Pulling her off his lap had been the hardest thing he had ever done in his life, but somehow, he had managed it. He had even remembered to scold her for her behavior and warn her not to do it again.

He still didn’t know how he’d resisted the urge to sweep her up in his arm and take her to bed. The only thing that had stopped him was knowing how completely wrong sleeping with her would be. Addison worked for him and he didn’t want to put her in a position where she felt she had to have sex with him to keep her job. He had met too many scumbags in Hollywood who did just that and he’d promised himself he would never be like them. So, he had fought the urge to take her to bed and instead come back to his room to take a cold shower.

He put both hands against the imported tile wall and dropped his head, letting the water course down his back. Who the hell was this woman who had him so out of control?

As he stood there trying to answer the question, it suddenly came to him that despite her vehement denial, Addison had almost certainly spilled her drink on Cindi Adams on purpose. He just didn’t know why. There were only two reasons he could think of. One was that Cindi had said something to Addison earlier to make her mad enough to throw her drink at the actress. He didn’t see how that could be, though, because Cindi had been hanging all over him from the moment she’d gotten to the party and therefore couldn’t have spoken to his personal assistant. Which left the other reason. Addison had spilled her drink on the actress just so he would put her over his knee and spank her.

But that was crazy, wasn’t it? Then again, considering the moans of pleasure she’d been making while he’d been spanking her, maybe it wasn’t so crazy after all.

Holy crap!

Why the hell hadn’t he seen it before? Because he’d been too busy getting turned on by all the wiggling and sexy sounds she was making for a thought as logical as that to register.

As he stood there underneath the cold spray of the shower, another even more startling realization came to him. Maybe the reason Addison liked his spankings so much was because she liked him.

If he was right about that, what would have happened if he had given in to temptation and kissed her? Would they be in her bed right now? An image popped into his head of a naked Addison lying beneath him, her legs twined tightly around his body as he pumped into her.

Trevor let out a groan and reached down to wrap his hand around his rock-hard cock. He closed his eyes and moved his hand up and down, imagining it was Addison touching him. He pictured her there in the shower with him, her naked body glistening with water as she stroked his shaft. Man, what an image!

Then he pictured her kissing her way down his chest and abs until she was kneeling between his legs. In his fantasy, Addison looked up at him with big, blue eyes, then leaned forward to take his cock in her mouth. The vision of her on her knees giving him a blow job was so damn hot that he couldn’t hold back any longer. As much as he would have liked to spend the rest of the night right there in the shower fantasizing about his beautiful personal assistant, he found himself tightening his grip on his cock and moving his hand up and down faster and faster. A moment later, his orgasm exploded through him. He threw back his head and let out a hoarse groan, shuddering with pleasure as cum splashed onto his hand.

When he was done, he leaned back under the cold water and let it run down his body again. Fantasizing about Addison while he’d jerked off had been damn fun, though not nearly as much as he imagined the real thing would be.

But would sleeping with her be any more acceptable even if she was attracted to him? She still worked for him. If the feelings were mutual, though, surely that would be enough for him to bend the rules, wouldn’t it?

Trevor swore under his breath. What was he talking about? He didn’t even know for sure if Addison was attracted to him or not.

So, find out, a little voice in his head whispered.

But how?

Right then, he wasn’t sure. But he hoped it would have something to do with spanking her beautiful bottom again.

Just thinking about having her over his knee had him sporting an erection again. With another groan, Trevor threw himself directly under the shower’s spray and turned the cold water up to full blast.

* * *

The next morning, Addison quickly showered and dressed, then went downstairs to grab some breakfast before getting to work. Despite getting to bed so late the night before, she felt surprisingly refreshed. Maybe because Trevor had given her a spanking. The memory made her shiver with pleasure and she had to bite her lip to stifle a moan as she walked into the kitchen. She glanced at her watch, wondering if she had enough time to run up to her room an give herself a quick orgasm. Probably not. Damn.

Marisol wasn’t in the kitchen, but Murray was and he looked fit to be tied.

“There you are.” He intercepted her halfway to the coffee pot and held the entertainment section of that morning’s newspaper up in front of her. “Look at this! What the hell did you think you were doing?”

Addison looked at the paper. There was a full-color picture of Cindi Adams running out of Trevor’s house with a big, red stain on her low-cut dress.

Murray lowered the newspaper. “You’re not mentioned by name because you’re not worth mentioning, but Trevor sure as hell is. It implies he had a member of his staff throw a drink on Cindi Adams to force her to leave the party. Her people are furious. And so am I. This could cost Trevor big and it’s your fault.”

Addison lifted her chin. “I didn’t mean to do it, you know. It was an accident.”

“Oh, sure it was!” Murray’s brows drew together. “What were you thinking? Did you figure if Cindi Adams left, Trevor would look at you? Forget it, girl. He’s out of your league. I don’t even know why he keeps you around. You’re incompetent as a personal assistant. If it was up to me, I’d fire your ass in a second.”

Addison opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell when a voice interrupted her.

“Good thing it’s not up to you then. And since Addison works for Trevor, just like you do, it’s never going to up to you.”

Addison turned to see Bob coming into the kitchen. He was dressed in jeans and an Oregon State T-shirt. He gave her a grin and walked over to stand beside her.

“Bye, Murray,” he said.

The other man opened his mouth, but only sputtered something under his breath, then turned on his heel and left.

“Don’t worry about him,” Bob said. “He’s an A-hole.”

Addison laughed. “You’re right. He is. I appreciate you getting rid of him for me. He can be kind of intimidating.”

Bob opened a cabinet and took out two coffee mugs. “Don’t worry about him. Trevor is the guy you need to impress and I think you’ve already done that.”

Addison grimaced. “I’m not so sure about that. Not after last night and that disastrous episode with Cindi Adams.”

“Don’t sweat it. None of us thinks much of her anyway, including Trevor, so the fact that you got rid of her makes you tops on everyone’s list around here.”

“Even Trevor’s?”

Bob glanced at her as he poured coffee into the mugs. “Even his. Of course, he won’t admit it because he has this horrible tendency to think only the best of everyone. Which is why he probably has no idea you intentionally spilled your drink on that plastic bimbo.”

She lifted a brow. “You really think so?”

Bob handed her one of the mugs. “I know so.”

Addison let out a sigh. “That’s a relief. I wouldn’t want to give him any reason to fire me.”

“Trust me, that’s not going to happen.” Bob took out the container of creamer from the fridge and set it on the counter, then did the same with the sugar bowl. “You may not realize it, but Trevor is really taken with you.”

“Really?” She frowned. “I wouldn’t have thought that.” Especially not after all the spankings he’d given her, she added silently.

Bob stirred sugar into his coffee. “That’s because you don’t know him as well as I do yet. Take it from me. He likes you.”

Addison considered that as she slid onto one of the stools at the granite island. “You two seem like really good friends. How long have you known each other?”

“Since grade school. We rode the same bus, had the same classes, and got into a lot of the same trouble.” Bob grinned and leaned back against the counter beside the fridge. “Then in high school, we played on the same football team. I was the blocking tight end and he was the star wide receiver. We both made it to Oregon State on scholarships. Trevor could have been a star, but he paid a lot more attention to school than I did. He actually learned something in college whereas I just played ball. But I tell you, when he was in the game, I mean really in the game, nobody could slow him down. He helped get the Beavers to the Fiesta Bowl our senior year. We completely trounced Notre Dame.”

Addison laughed. She remembered reading a magazine interview where Trevor had mentioned something about playing football in college.

“I love football. My college team wasn’t good enough to go to any bowl games, but we won a few. And the mascot was so cute. He was this goofy looking hound dog and every time the team scored a touchdown, he ran up and down the sidelines in front of the stands waving this huge dog bone while the band played Who Let The Dogs Out. It was hilarious.”

Bob didn’t laugh, but instead studied her over the rim of his mug with an amused look. “If you’re going to fib about who you are, you’re going to have to start being a little more careful with the details than that.”

Her heart stopped. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“You said your college mascot was a hound dog. The mascot for Brown University is a bear.”

“Brown...?”

“Yeah. Brown University. Like it says on your resume. You know, the ivy league school you supposedly went to?”

Addison felt her face go red and quickly lifted her mug to take a sip of coffee. “Brown. You’re right, it is a bear. I can’t believe I forgot. I must have been thinking about the games I went to at one of the neighboring colleges.”

Dammit, how could she have been so stupid? If Trevor found out she wasn’t who she claimed to be, she could kiss her job as his personal assistant good-bye. She only hoped Bob didn’t call her on it. But no such luck.

“You don’t have to keep lying,” the bodyguard said. “I’ve known for a long time that you aren’t an ivy league brat.”

Her hand tightened around the mug. The coffee she’d just drunk churned in her stomach. She felt like she was going to be sick. “H-how did you know?”

“Well, for one thing, you don’t act like a stuck-up snob.” He grinned. “And for another, you work too hard to be an ivy leaguer. Not that they don’t know how to work hard, it’s just that they usually don’t have to. Plus, I’m in charge of security. It’s my job to know these things.”

She swallowed hard. She was busted. “Does Trevor know?”

“Know what? That you aren’t an ivy leaguer or that you’re pretending to be your sister?”

Addison’s heart sank. She’d hoped Bob had just thought she had lied about what college she’d gone to, but it was worse than that. He knew she had lied about who she really was. Tears stung her eyes and she blinked them back.

“How did you figure it out?”

“I run a background check on everyone who works for Trevor. Brown University had a graduate by the name of Madison Mattingly, but no Addison.” The bodyguard shrugged. “I did some more digging and learned that she’s your sister. I figured you used her name because you thought she had the better resume.”

He was half right, at least. Madison did have the better resume. Addison wondered if she should try to explain that Madison was the one who had taken the job only to bail on Trevor at the last minute, but then decided against it. What would be the point? She had lied and in the end, her reasons for doing it didn’t matter.

“You’re going to tell Trevor, aren’t you?” she asked in a small voice.

“Hell, no. Why would I?”

Her eyes went wide. “Why wouldn’t you?”

“Because you’re doing a great job. And because he’s happier than he’s been in a long time. Like I said, he’s taken with you.” Bob gave her a wink. “Besides you’re fun to have around. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t tell Trevor yourself.”

Addison stared at him incredulously. He couldn’t be serious. How could she tell Trevor she’d been lying to him all along?

“Bob’s right, you know.”

Addison swiveled around on her stool to see Maribel coming into the kitchen.

“You know, too?” Addison asked.

“Of course I do. I’m very observant.” On the other side of the kitchen, the bodyguard lifted a brow. Maribel made a face. “And Bob told me. But that doesn’t change the fact that you need to tell Trevor before it’s too late.”

Addison frowned. “Too late for what?”

Maribel took a carton of eggs out of the fridge and set them down on the counter. “Before you two start to develop real feelings for each other.”

Addison stared at the older woman in astonishment. What was the woman talking about? Maribel made it sound like she and Trevor were having a relationship.