FALLEN

CHAPTER 1 Everything is going great since I started this job 9 months ago as the personal assistant to a superstar. Dining out, travailing to new places, and meeting all kinds of interesting people. The thing that makes this job more difficult with every passing day is . . . I am falling for my boss. We work so closely together that it could easily have been a misconception on my behalf. But whenever he comes close to me my whole body trembles. When I am okaying his wardrobe I always pick the pants that give me the best peek at his muscular derriere. I don’t know if I will ever get over this but it’s coming harder to maintain my professional disposition.

This all started about 6 months ago, when I arrived to pick him up 30 minutes early from a photo shoThe The last shot for the day involved him and a model undressing each other. I know it doesn’t sound like much but after that I needed a shower. They rolled in a small bed. Vin was dressed in something fairly casual and loose fitting. A navy blue botton down shirt, underneath a white T shirt, and a pair of khaki pants. The model who was beautiful. A slender woman with dark skin, long thick brown hair, and a body that kept most men panting like dogs, I’m sure. She was wearing something casual as well. A mini-skirt with high split along the seam that tied at the waist. The ties supported the skirt that hung around the hips. The mid-drift she wore barely cover her brests. She started undressing him as he laid back on the bed. She tore back the side of his now open button down. Pulled his T-shirt up and kissed his rippling six pack. He grabbed her by shirshirt co and and ripped her shirt open popping off all the buttons.

She unbuttoned his pants and rolled him over. She pulled his button down off from behind, laid on his back and nibbled his earlobe. Rolling over he went straight for her mini ties. The skirt drops from her waist as she straddled him. The photographer directed them to stand. Standing up she helped him pull off his pants. Her face down by his waist, his thigh. They flirted a little more and it was a rap. I was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. That irresistible body that until now had been hidden from me under clothing revealed to me slowly. Layer after layer his clothing dropped to the floor and my mind took permanent residence in the gutter. I mean I have seen his pictures in magazines lay outs, publicity shots and things like that. Some a lot more naked then this but it just wasn’t the same. It wasn’t a still shot. I could see myself undressing him. Him ripping my shirt off, his bare skin on mine. From that day on our relationship permanently altered.