Typist #2 Spanking the Billionaire Novel(21)

“You're squirming,” Smith said.

I typed in his words, but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled my hands away from the keyboard. “I meant you, Tori.”

“Was I?”

He reached a hand down and massaged my crotch, through my shorts.

He growled near my ear, “Did that scene get you all worked up?”

“No,” I lied.

He moaned and started kissing my earlobe. I turned around to meet his lips, but paused when I heard a noise. Something was happening outside, like a loud engine approaching.

I said, “Is that our ride? For dinner?”

Smith glanced over to the window. “I don't know. Does it sound like a helicopter?”

The sound got louder. I stared up at the ceiling of the cabin. “Is it going to land on the roof?”

He laughed. “The cabin's made of logs. It's not a concrete bunker. The helicopter will land in the back yard.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course. Helicopters always land in the back yard. Silly me.” I pretended to shoot myself in the temple. “Poor people brains,” I said.

He rolled my chair back and twirled me to face the door. “Race you to the helicopter,” he said. “Last one there has to fly the 'copter.”

“WHAT?”

He laughed and grabbed a small suitcase that was sitting at the foot of his bed, ready to go.

“It's just like a video game,” he joked.

I squealed as I jumped out of the chair. “I've never been in a helicopter.”

Smith winked at me. “Don't say I never take you out.”

I tore down the stairs and grabbed my backpack, already packed with things for overnight, and raced to meet Smith at the front door. The whole cabin shook as the helicopter landed. Or perhaps it was just my legs.

* the end of Typist #2 *

* to be continued in The Wicked Redhead and the Billionaire Novelist*