Sing to Me

Chapter Five

Wilson's flight landed in Dallas and he headed down an escalator, suitcase next to him and briefcase over the shoulder of his dark grey suit. He was surprised to see his name on a board, and as the sign lowered his breath caught in his throat, a beautiful brunette held the sign and smiled at him.

"You must be Wilson." She smile kindly as he reached her.

"I am, and you are...?"

"I'm Cassandra, I'm your new assistant." She turned and started walking away towards the valet line. "Come on! Your first dinner is in 45 minutes and it's almost just as long of a drive. I'll fill you in in the car." He rushed behind her and checked out her tight black dress, heels and cream coloured dress coat over it.

"I already have an assistant though." He muttered behind Cassandra. "

Well they fired him and chose me to replace him. They said you like someone highly organized, quick thinking and a great problem solver. I'm all three." She chirped as she grabbed the door of a black escalade for him.

"Thanks." Inside the car she pulled out a bottle of Champagne.

"Here, must be tired from travelling all day." She handed him a glass and leaned back in her seat, bringing out some files. "Your focus tonight is to win over the contract for Bow and Cross stores, we want our boots in all their locations. You're meeting with he CEO, the head of stock and their marketing team. I brought you a new suit as well." She rambled on and he barely paid attention, she was so stunning every word came out in a blur.

"Okay." He just managed to mutter.

"Here you are, gonna have to change in here we aren't stopping." She pulled out the suit from the bag.

"UH, I..." he didn't exactly want to be changing in front of her but he had no choice.

"Please don't mind me. I work for you." She smiled assuring him and her confidence struck a nerve in him. He started with his jacket and he tossed it on the seat to his right. Then slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. He cleared his throat awkwardly as he pulled it off, his bare chest out for her to view. She handed him the white collared shirt and he finished buttoning it up. Next he slipped down his pants and his blue Saxx boxers weren't leaving up to her imagination.

"Dashing." She smiled as he fastened the pants and tucked in his shirt.

"Thanks. Could you...." He held out a wrist and her warm skin brushed his wrists as she buttoned up the wrists of his shirt. "Thanks." Wilson said softly as she finished.

"No problem, you look just right. Ah," then she reached over and pushed her hand through his hair to brush it backyards in a perfectly messy way. When her eyes caught his they lingered, a soft green they are and so beautiful.

"Sorry." She sat back quickly and stuffed files into his briefcase. "This is yours. You're going to do great."

"I may have done this one or twice before." He chuckled and she did too.

"I'll be at the bar all evening and when you want to leave just come grab me and I'll call the driver.

"Will do."

Savannah left the private jet Flint sent for her, and as she descended onto the tarmac he was waiting for her, leaned up against his rented truck.

"There you are." He jogged to her and she jumped into his arms. "I missed you pretty girl."

"I missed you too, how are your shows?" She asked as he loaded her things into the truck.

"They've been wicked. But its Friday night baby and we are playing a great venue!" he whooped as they climbed into the truck.