AMA-Con: The Compilation

At Her Service: Chapter 3

"Good Afternoon po-" Alden politely said before quietly entering the room. Maine was fiddling with her phone and was annoyed by the sudden disturbance. She looked at him, and raised a brow.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing inside my dressing room? Nobody enters my dressing room without permission. If you don't get out now I will call security." Maine exclaimed, thinking he was another crazed fan but was intrigued by his innocent look.

"Naku, wag po Mam. Ako po si Alden Richards. Nag-aapply po bilang PA niyo. Pinadala po ko ni Sir Sam."

"Ah, Sam. That wannabe. Come." She gestured for him to come closer, but around 2 feet from her she told him to stop.

"Eto po pala qualifi-" He bowed his head, handing her the folder containing his biodata.

"I don't care for that. Stand straight and don't move."

This is the first time the famous Maine Mendoza had a man apply to be her Personal Assistant, and to be honest, she's curious about how he will deliver. She stood up from her chair and put down her phone on the vanity. She was wearing four inch heels and a body hugging red, knee-length, backless dress. Her cleavage evident, make-up done flawlessly with a dark red lip, hair swept back, barely covering her shoulders and she had the most alluring, glowing skin. Alden's eyes darted towards her perfect figure and beautiful face, which Maine quickly noticed and scolded him about.

"Excuse me. You don't get to look at me like that."

"Sorry po Mam-"

"Quiet."

He bowed his head again and shut his mouth. She moved, clacking her heels on the floor and went to him. She circled him, eyes surveying his profile from head to toe. He was tall, muscular and fair skinned, characteristics of one who doesn't seem to fit the job of a personal assistant. Slowly, her gaze inevitably moved towards his crotch, and immediately noticed that he was wearing skinny jeans, his sex outlined through the denim fabric. Maine bit her lip as a wild thought came to mind. But first, she needed to know if he's up for the job.

"Age?"

"24 po."

"Height?"

"Uh. 5'11" po."

"Virgin?"

"Po?"

He looked up, frazzled and gulped.

"Are you a virgin?" Her eyes hooded, one brow raised as she looked at him like a predator.

"Uhmmm.. Hindi po."

"How many?"

"Po?"

"How many have you fucked?"

Alden wasn't used to such profane language. Indeed, Sam was right. This Maine is different from the woman he sees on television.

"Isa lang po."

"Girlfriend?"

"Wala po."

"Hindi. Girlfriend mo ba yung naka-sex mo?"

"Ah.. Opo."

"Good. Pero wala ka ring girlfriend ngayon?"

"Wala po."

"Are you dating? May nililigawan ka?"

He scratched the back of his head. She was seriously asking personal questions and he wondered how they relate to the job he's applying for. But nonetheless, he answered.

"Wala rin po."

"Good. Okay, I'm going to my photo shoot now. Wait for me in my limo."

"Mam, saan po yung limo niyo-"

He was about to ask her but was too late. She had already gone out of the room. So, he had no choice but to look for her limousine in the building's parking lot. He asked around and found the lone car in the corner of the said parking lot. It had an exclusive space and he noticed that two body built men were guarding the car. He approached them and said who he was and he was told to wait inside the car.

"Ano ba tong pinasok ko?" He thought. His heart was beating at such a fast and loud pace that he could hear it beating in his ear. He couldn't comprehend what Maine Mendoza's intentions were asking those personal questions. His mind was going wild as he tried to keep his composure.

"Para sa pamilya mo, Alden." He kept on chanting, as he counted down the minutes to her arrival.

He closed his eyes as thoughts of her filled his mind. "Ang ganda niya talaga sa personal." He mumbled, as she was indeed. He kept on thinking about her beautiful, hour glass figure and how sexy she looked in that red dress. Oh and her face. Those full, plump lips, prominent cheek bones, cleft chin and porcelain skin. No wonder, men must be throwing themselves at her. His mind was growing crazy and so was his sex. He crossed his legs, trying to tame the throb between his thighs. Sweat began to bead don his skin even though the air conditioning inside the car was on full blast. He fanned himself as he felt his throat run dry.

"Tangina, Alden. Trabaho to. Wag kang mag-isip ng kung ano ano." Scrunching his eyes he shook his head, keep himself distracted and shrugging all his sexual thoughts. He hasn't had sex in two years since he and his ex broke up after all.

After an hour of waiting, the door opened and the famous actress entered the car.

"Driver, close the window to the passenger compartment."

Alden and Maine were the only ones inside the back of the car. The windows were heavily tinted and he noticed that the car was sound proof. After a few moments, the car drove off.

"So, Mr. Richards, do you think I should hire you?"

"Umm..Yes Mam, kasi po ano—"

"Shh. Come here."