Role Play(Plaything #4)(15)

I tucked my clipboard under my arm and walked with my head held high past Hilda's bitchy sneer. She wanted to see me looking miserable, but I refused to give her the satisfaction. Hilda was about five years older than me. She'd been engaged to the same man for three years. She talked about planning a wedding all the time, but they never set any kind of date. I figured she was the only one on board with actually going through with it. She was one of those self-important people who went through life trying to prove that they were better than everyone else. I had always been a target for her anger, and I had no idea why.

I knocked on the men's bathroom, pushed the door open and yelled inside. "Restroom inspection. Is there anyone in here?" Unlike the women's bathrooms, the men's were almost always empty. I walked inside and cringed. Even though they were used less, they were still gross.

My phone echoed in the tile room, and I nearly dropped my clipboard. I pulled out my phone. It was a text, which helped slow my heart rate because I knew Russell wouldn't tell me anything important through a text.

My heart raced again when I saw it was a text from Aidan. "Have you heard anything yet?"

I loved that he was thinking about me in the middle of his busy work day. I knew he was feeling a little apprehensive about how my life would change if I got the part, but it seemed he wanted this for me as badly as I wanted it for myself.

"No word yet. But I can't concentrate on anything else. And Horrid Hilda put me on bathroom duty, so I'm standing in the men's room."

"She really sucks. Let me know when you hear."

"I will." I stuck the phone back in my pocket just as a call came through. This time I dropped the clipboard and the pen went rolling across the disgusting floor. I was never picking it up again.

"Russell," I said way too loudly and lowered my voice. "Any news?"

"Well, let me see. If you mean news about the part, then yes."

I waited and assumed the pause meant bad news. I was gearing up for disappointment. My whole body felt as if it was sinking into the ground from the weight of it.

"Uh, earth to Jane, are you still alive?"

I sniffled once and told myself it would only be that one sniffle. Then immediately went to a second sniffle. "I'm here."

"Then did you hear me? I said yes. You got the part, sweetie. Oscar party here we come!"

My squeal circled the room and bounced off every corner. "You said yes you had news, not yes I got the part. I was just about to sink into the drain in the bathroom floor."

"Why the heck is the next silver screen mega star talking to her very important agent while standing in the bathroom?"

"Because I work for a terrible woman," and just as I said it, Hilda knocked and pushed open the door.

"Jane! Why are you on the phone?"

Russell heard her in the background. "God, she sounds awful. I'll call you later. Congratulations, baby, you're on your way."

"Thanks, Russell." I hung up and smiled at Hilda.

That made her even angrier. She grimaced and brought together her dark brows, making her look much older. I was waiting for fire to shoot from her nostrils. She kicked the clipboard. It slid across the sticky floor, stopping right at my toes. "Pick that up. I'm going to the office to write you up right now."

I began unbuttoning the smock, which made her face red with rage. "What the hell are you doing?"

I shrugged out of the smock and dropped it on the floor next to the clipboard. "You can pick it up. Oh, and the pen rolled under one of the stall doors. I quit. Good luck with that wedding." I sidled past her, feeling the heat of her angry scowl on me as I opened the door and walked out.





Chapter Twenty-Three





Aidan





We clinked our glasses together for the fifth time. The entire morning, since she'd called with the news, my feelings about Jane's movie role bounced back and forth between being elated and being apprehensive. But when she showed up at my office door, looking as if she needed weights on her shoes just to keep her feet on the ground, I landed firmly in the elated category. If she was happy, I was happy. And if things were meant to be, then they were meant to be. It sounded simple, almost too simple in my head. But I just wanted her to know that she had my full support.

I discretely checked my phone for a message from Heath. We had a major shipment going out today. It was the kind of day when I wouldn't normally break for lunch until the last truck was gone. But Jane was so excited, and I was dying to see her. So I carved out an hour of free time.

"Is everything all right at work? I hope I didn't take you from something important." Jane sipped her third glass of champagne. Her cheeks were pink from being slightly drunk, which naturally made me wish there was time to stop at my apartment on the way back to the warehouse.

"Nothing more important than you. I only wish we had time for a quickie."

A sly smile crossed her lips as she moved her foot under the table. Seconds later her toes were rested against my crotch. "Are you sure there's no time? I'm free until three o'clock when I have to meet up with Russell to go over details. Holy shit.” She dropped her foot, seemingly forgetting all about the under the table flirting idea. "I can't believe I'm going over details with my agent about a movie role. It's all so surreal. I'm sitting here with my superhero sized boyfriend, who is one half dream and one half fantasy, and I'm talking about being a leading lady in a movie. Things never line up so beautifully like this. It's just not in my stars. When I was in high school, I wanted nothing more than to be head cheerleader. I worked my butt off. I got the position only to trip on a curb on the way out of the gym after tryouts. I broke my leg. My cheer career was over and head cheerleader went to my lifelong nemesis. That's how things usually go for me." She picked up her napkin and pressed it over her mouth. Her green eyes flickered with worry.

"What's wrong?" I looked behind me expecting to see a monster, or worse, her ex-boyfriend, but there was no one there. As I turned back to her I figured out why she'd pushed the napkin over her mouth. "You are worried you just said all that out loud?"

She nodded. "I'm so stupid, always testing fate like that."

"Jane, stop worrying about superstitions. You got the part because you are beautiful and talented. And as for me, you're stuck with this half dream, half fantasy. Until you become too famous and I'm just a memory."

"Never." She sipped some more champagne. "Woo, this stuff has me bubbly all over. Are you sure you don't have any extra time? I get kind of loose when I've had champagne."

"Loose, huh? Let's get out of here. I just found an extra half hour in my work schedule."





Chapter Twenty-Four





Jane





We barely made it inside my apartment. My head was light from the champagne and from the incredible events of the day. I wasn't just on cloud nine, I was on cloud ninety nine.

My giddiness put a plan in my head on the drive home, and it was time to move into action. Aidan had me squeezed between his hard body and the wall as I fumbled for the button on his pants. He pulled my shirt off and as it came up over my head, I dropped to my knees in front of him. The move caught him by surprise. But by the time he figured out what was happening, he had resigned himself completely.

I tugged at his pants and briefs until they were down to his knees. His cock was an extraordinary sight up close, impossibly big and shiny wet with precum. He rested his hands against the wall in front of him. His groans rained down on my head as I wrapped my hand around his shaft. I cupped his balls with my free hand and gently pushed the slick, fleshy tip against my lips. My tongue circled the salty liquid and then I slid my mouth over him.

"That feels so fucking good, baby."

Giving him pleasure and making him growl with desire coaxed wet heat between my legs. Having him in my mouth was nearly as fulfilling as having him inside of me. I dragged my lips back and forth over him, using my hand to cover the length of him that I couldn't take into my mouth. He was so big, so dauntingly big, it made me shiver with the thought of him being buried to the hilt inside of me.

I cupped his heavy sac in my hand and lightly traced circles around his balls.

His big hand reached down, and he tangled his fingers in my hair. "This is fucking hot, but I can't leave here without fucking you." His voice was deep and sticky as if every word took effort. "Please, Jane."

I slowly withdrew my lips. He took hold of my arms and lifted me to my feet. His eyes were dark with passion. In seconds, he had me stripped naked. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he grabbed my ass and lifted me up against the wall. He was inside of me before I could take another breath. His strength and the fury with which he thrust into me shook the entire wall, and I wondered if it would crumble like the door. The wall would be much harder to explain.

His large hands circled my ass cheeks and spread me wide, pulling my clit against him. The heat and pressure immediately brought me to climax as he pumped his cock inside of me.

"Yes, fuck yes, Aidan!" I still hadn't dropped back to earth from the extraordinary day I'd had, and my voice sounded strange to my ears.

Aidan's powerful arms clamped around me, signaling that he was close to coming. His mouth slammed over mine, and he jammed into me one last time.

He still held me tightly against the wall. I brushed the hair back from his face and waited for his breathing to slow. I kissed his mouth.