The Assistant - Roger Taylor

Five*

Rosalie's POV
*sexual content lol

I feel as if I might explode.

I'm sitting next to Roger in the studio, writing down lyrics he throws out and all I want to do is unzip his pants right here and go down on him.

But the other man in this room is stopping me from doing that.

"Did you get that last line, love?"

I blink away my thoughts and say, "and wash these sins off our hands, yes?"

"Yes, thank you," he smirks.

It really doesn't help that he's been teasing me since we got in his car this morning. Sucking hickeys on my neck at the red lights and letting his fingers dance along my thighs, slipping beneath the skirt of my dress under the desk as he makes me repeat lyrics back to him.

"Is it almost time to leave?" I try to sound nonchalant about it, but I know just by the look he gives me, he's read my mind.

He looks down at his watch that probably costs more than everything I own all added together and says, "twenty more minutes. Think you'll survive?"

I glare into his eyes, ignoring his cocky little smirk and say, "I'll manage."

Him and Dave go back to their conversation, Rogers hand not showing any signs of leaving my skin.

  After about ten minutes, they're not even talking about songs anymore, just chatting like men do about whatever common interests they might share.

  I zone out, tilting a water bottle into my mouth when Roger's hand that had just been resting snakes its way up farther and presses a few fingers directly on my clothed heat making me nearly choke on the water that I was attempting to swallow and fall into a coughing fit.

  "Are you alright Rose?" Dave asks, both of their eyes on me, except only one of them was actually concerned.

  "Oh, uh, yeah, just got a little strangled on my water," I manage to choke out.

  "Can't even drink water right, can ya? You're all wet," Roger grins, pointing to the wet spot that was the result of me spilling some down the front of my dress.

  My eyes widen and I force a little laugh. "Guess I'm just clumsy."

  His hand finally moves away and he wipes his fingers on his jeans before standing up and saying, "think I'll call it a day."

  "Do you need anything else Mr. Taylor?" I ask, partly because I have to, and partly because I know it drives him crazy when I call him that.

  "No thanks babe, you're free to go," he hums, waving a goodbye to Dave as we head out the door. "You seem to be in a rush to get somewhere, care to enlighten me?"

  "Well I had plans to be with this asshole, but now that I know how annoying he can be, I'm not so sure," I shrug.

  "Maybe he just likes watching you crumble to pieces right in front of everyone," he grins, holding open the door for me and walking outside. "Maybe he knows the affect he has on you and wants to put it to good use. Show you what to look forward to. And maybe he's being this way because you wore that pretty little dress and he can't stop thinking about what's underneath it."

  I roll my eyes and say, "if he doesn't stop being so corny he's not gonna find out."

  He laughs and to my disappointment, pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. So much for hurrying up and getting on with it. "Baby has a mouth on her, doesn't she?"