Rock Hard Love(11)

“Ouch! Damn, you’re sexy when you’re mad,” James said chuckling and then looked at me seriously. God, his eyes were so sexy. “Fine, I won’t push it. I’ll keep it all business,” he said but before I could reply he added, “But it won’t be long before you’ll be begging me to fuck you good and hard. And I will, heavy metal blaring in the background, you naked underneath me and coming like the sexy, fiery goddess you are. I didn’t ask Victoria to make you my agent because of your skills, at least not just your negotiating skills, which by the way I think are going to be fantastic. No, I asked so I could be close to you. I asked because I want you like I’ve never wanted a woman before,” James explained.

I was speechless. Why didn’t I see it? He did this to get into my panties. Part of me was repulsed and offended. I was naive enough to believe it might have been my skills, though I honestly had few to speak of. No, it was my body he wanted and though I hated to admit it, that was exciting beyond words. I’m not sure a man had ever wanted me like that or had the guts to tell me if he did. I had no idea why he wanted me badly enough to order Victoria to assign me to service his account, but it was thrilling nevertheless.

Honestly, I wasn’t anything special. In Idaho, I might have been considered beautiful but in Los Angeles, I was plain at best. This town was full of women that made me look more like a teenage boy than anything else. I had a nice figure and I worked hard to keep it that way. I was your typical girl next door, a small town beauty, chestnut hair, an average build and smallish but perky breasts. Sure, I was pretty, but I couldn’t compete with the tanned, plastic girls around here and James could have his pick.

However, that wasn’t the only thing that bothered me. I took my job and my career, even though it was in its infancy, seriously. I’d studied hard in college and I loved this kind of work. I looked at this situation as an opportunity, though it was patently unfair to me. I hoped I could swim with the big fish and impress James and Victoria, make Peter proud of me and maybe feel good about myself to boot. As it turns out, however, this was all about James and his desires and libido. He was right; I did feel like a whore suddenly. Was I the only one foolish enough to take this all seriously?

“Fuck you, James Turner,” I said totally out of character. I was mad and hurt and wanted nothing more than to leave but I wasn’t going to. I had a job to do. Whether James took me seriously or not, I was going to be the best agent he’d ever had. He might not care, but I did and I was going to do this for me. I was determined to show everyone that I wasn’t just a pawn in their stupid games. Hopefully, James would get tired of me and move onto some other girl so I could just do my job and forget about him. At least I hoped I could forget about him.

James didn’t respond, only sipping his Coke as he reclined in his chair. He wore a self-satisfied smile on his face as he stroked his wild goatee. As quickly as my tempered flared, it was gone. It was hard to find and always short-lived. I almost regretted saying those things but James deserved them. Sometimes I wish I could just be a bitch and not worry about it, but I always felt guilty after my temper faded. “I’m sorry for saying that,” I offered sheepishly.

“Hey, I’m an easy going guy. I used to get all uptight about stuff but life’s short. You’re forgiven,” he said. Now I was apologizing and begging forgiveness while James was the one taking advantage of the situation. He was the one pawing at me. I sighed and let it go. Whatever. He was the client and I suppose he got a little grace. He didn’t deserve it but he was going to get it. I was pretty sure I’d meet a lot of egomaniacs in this business and I had better get used to it.

“Thanks,” I replied, as a good agent should. Monica brought our food and it was amazing. I was thankful for the distraction. My filet was perfect and the mac and cheese was to die for. I mean it. It was creamy, rich and darn near orgasm inducing, though I had far too few good orgasms to compare it to. The food took the edge off and helped me relax. After I was done, I’m not sure anything James said could have upset me. I hadn’t been fed that well in months, maybe since the last time I was home.

“So, you ready for dessert?” James asked. I glared at him expecting another pass at me but James added, “Lyle makes a kickass cheesecake.” I relaxed and shook my head.

“No, I don’t think I can eat another bite. That’s sounds good though,” I replied.

“Then I’ll order some to go. You might get hungry later. It’s going to be a long night,” James said and I immediately bristled again. He just couldn’t stop with the suggestive comments.