Stolen Kiss (Erotic Thriller)

Chapter 2

"So you have an appointment with your lawyer on Wednesday at 2 pm, followed by your financial advisor and accountant at 3 pm and..."

David sighed and plucked at the guitar in his arms. His assistant sat across from him with her trusty laptop open and her notebook at the ready. "...and a flight to Florida Thursday morning, a fuck ton of interviews with the same questions I've heard a million times, and the two millionth rehearsal with the band on Friday..."

"Well...yeah," Natalie said weakly. She looked up at him and closed her laptop. "David if you're under a lot of stress, things can be rescheduled. Just let me know and I'll get it done."

Her boss leaned back in his leather office chair, his curly blonde hair pulled up into a messy ponytail. "This two-year break has gone by far too fast," Dave said quietly, rubbing his temple and closed his eyes.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Natalie had tried hard to move on from her night with David three weeks prior. Several times, she could feel his burning gaze following her as she passed through the living room or kitchen. No...No...You're living here strictly for business, remember?

It was impossible to avoid him though. Not only living in his home but him calling her into his office for work. The band was leaving for their Australian tour in a week and Natalie was preparing as best as she could.

Lexi wouldn't be accompanying David so he'd have no issues on getting caught. Nat wondered briefly how long she could resist David's flirting or wandering fingers.

She had even paused her writing, due to the immense guilt of sleeping with a married man. That had been enough to kill any muse she had inside her. If it got unbearable, she'd quit the PA job and move back home; back to her abusive relationship and her miserable life.

"If you could find my doppelganger and have him go to the interviews and rehearsals, that would be amazing," David laughed.

Natalie smiled and got up from her chair, feeling David's white-hot gaze fixated on her. She walked over to the small bar in the corner of his office and poured a generous glass of his favorite cinnamon whiskey. She placed it in front of him and hopped up onto his mahogany desk.

"You know, I think I know what your problem is."

David sipped at the warm liquid and smiled at her. She did know him very well, had to give her that. "Really?" He trailed his glass up Natalie's smooth leg to her thigh, taking the skirt with it. "I'm all ears."

"Even though you are home, you're still partying like a rock star instead of giving yourself time to rest. You go all out on parties, drinking and socializing and playing music until morning. Party hard or go home. You don't do...simple. Bowling, movies, mini golf...fun activities like that where partying hard and drinking aren't involved," Natalie said, hoping she wasn't rambling. "When's the last time you went to a movie on opening night and DIDN'T walk on the red carpet?"

David opened his mouth to answer but couldn't. He had absolutely no clue. "Maybe when I was a teenager? Anytime I've watched a movie, I streamed it here since we get to watch what's in theaters as well." Fuck that sounded like a spoiled douchebag.

"Well I won't drag you out today considering its football night," Natalie relented. "But just trust me, yeah?" Her feet were bouncing as thoughts raced through her head, a plan forming...a good one too. She beamed and jumped off the desk.

David set down his whiskey and raised an eyebrow at her. "No need for you to leave so quickly," he said, reaching out and catching the hem of her short skirt.

Natalie let him pull her forward towards his chair, peering over at the door before leaning into David and straddling his leg. "But I have work to do," she whispered deviously. "What if my boss catches me slacking?"