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  Before I get a chance to ask her what her news is, I hear hooting and hollering

  “I guess Ryan knows, so now I have to tell you quickly” she starts laughing

  “So you know how I haven’t really been feeling all that great lately” She asks

  I nod my head

  “Well I went in for a few tests, I thought that I had some weird bug that wouldn’t go away, turns out I am 3 and a half months pregnant” she shouts

  “What, are you serious” I say jumping up to hug her “oh my God Lacey, that is the best news ever. Wait. How did you not know you were pregnant?”

  “I don’t get my period. I haven’t in over a year, stress sometimes does that, and it’s a hereditary thing, mom never got hers either so really I just didn’t know. I have felt a little tired and sick lately, so I honestly didn’t even consider it. But I am so excited. Jason cried when the doctor told us, God he’s such a woman” she laughed

  All of a sudden the back door flew open and Jason came running out and started hugging Lacey and I who had yet to move away from one another.

  He looked down at me “why are you crying nerd”?

  Jason is totally laughing at me

  “Because I am so happy for Lacey, but I am scared as hell that the poor kid is going to look like you” I tell him stepping away before he can say anything else

  Before I have a chance to say anything a pair of arms wrap around me, picking me up. I open my mouth to scream, but before I get a chance to say anything Ryan has thrown me into the pool

  I swim to the ladder, and climb out, giving Ryan the meanest look I can “you are a prick”

  “Yeah, and you are all wet. Now say sorry to my brother, he says laughing

  “No” I tell him

  “Yes” he says, coming closer to me

  “No” I say again

  This time when he picks me up, I grab onto him, facing him I wrap my arms around his neck and grip my legs around his waist before he has a chance to realize I am holding on for dear life he starts to throw me into the water, falling in himself.

  When we swim to the surface, I am laughing and breathing in water at the same time. Choking himself he glares at me

  “What the hell was that for”? He asks

  “Payback” Is all I say

  Before I can say anything else, he reaches over to me and grabs me, pushing me up against the wall of the pool

  “That wasn’t very nice” he says talking quietly

  I look up to Jason and Lacey for help but notice that they are both facing the house, talking about something else

  “Well, I don’t have to be nice, now get off me” I say trying to squirm away

  “I don’t have to be nice either” he says he pushes his hips forward against mine, pinning me further to the side of the pool “You are so fucking beautiful Emmalyn” I can feel his erection between us, he moves ever so slightly, allowing me to feel what he is feeling.

  Before I can say anything else, he leans forward to kiss me. The lightest brush of his lips against mine. I look up at him and see a serious expression in his face. It doesn’t fit the moment. I open my mouth to tell him it is okay but he has backed away from me, heads up the ladder and walks into the house without saying a word to anyone.

  Lacey looks over at me, Jason looks at her. They both walk towards me

  “I think Em is about to get a crash course in loathing Ryan” Jason says, with almost a sad tone to his voice

  I liked that kiss, I wasn’t expecting it but I liked it. I wanted more. Clearly Ryan didn’t.

  Chapter 8

  He didn’t come back at all that week. The first few days I felt bad, like I had done something wrong. I told Lacey how I felt and she reminded me that I wasn’t in that pool alone. It was just a kiss. It meant nothing. He didn’t owe me anything, and I sure as hell didn’t owe him anything.

  The next week Lacey started taking me to work with her. She worked in a tiny office, with 2 other women; Lisa and Heather. At one time the 3 of them worked together for a larger company, but when they were sick and tired of being given the shit job because they were women, they pooled their money and resources and moved onto their own company. They have done really well. Representing several A and B list stars. They don’t bog themselves down with too many clients. Lacey always told me that it was wiser to keep their clientele smaller in numbers, that way they are able to focus more on what is going on with each and every one and no one is left behind.

  Ryan is one of those clients.

  As soon as we walk into the door a tiny blonde girl with a pixie hair cut comes rushing to the door, handing Lacey a cup of coffee.

  “Thanks Heather” she says taking the cup and handing it to me. Coffee was the first thing she cut from her diet when she found out that she and Jason were expecting

  “This is my younger sister Emmalyn, I brought her in to show her what we do. I wouldn’t mind a little help this is getting into our busy time of the year” Lacey said, walking towards her office near the back of the building

  Lacey explained to me a long time ago that famous people were finicky people. When they were not working they were out and about more, and when they were out so were the paparazzi. Which meant that questionable photos and articles were in abundance. Especially in the summer. Most of their clients were TV stars, so they didn’t all work during the summer.

  But she also made it clear that every day could be busy, or it might not. There was no way of knowing.

  Lacey set me up at a spare desk and gave me a list of names of some of her clients. She said that one of the things she was required to do was google her clients. See what has been posted about them online. Find out anything negative being posted because chances are magazines would want a comment or two about anything found.

  She also helped manager twitter and Facebook accounts for her clients as well. Fans tend to get a little crazy, and sometimes celebs don’t always filter before they type which causes a media frenzy.

  Lacey left me to it, she had to return phone calls and said I could take my time.

  I started typing in the name of Sarah Smith. She was one of the latest “It” girls in Hollywood, but she also had a serious love of drugs and alcohol. As soon as I typed her name into the search engine, I saw about 6 articles all talking about her out on the town in the hottest club the night before. I scrolled through the articles, wrote down a few notes of what was being said and walked into Lacey’s office

  “Ryan I don’t give a shit what your fucking problem is, I am sick and tired of this shit. I don’t have time to find you a personal assistant. You need to schedule your own shit and remember where you need to be, when and return your own damn calls. I am not a maid. I make sure that your name stays out of the headlines unless it’s positive. Not to fetch you Kale smoothies for lunch.” Lacey says into the phone “Listen I have to go I brought Em to work today and I need to see what she has for me” She hangs up the phone and turns my way

  “Um. I found some stuff on Sarah Smith that you might want to check out.” I say walking in, pretending not to have heard her conversation with Ryan.

  “That girl, we gave her one last chance to pull her shit together. Heather is going to be pissed but we are going to have to drop her. Which doesn’t totally suck because I think her agent is dropping her too, I am going to call and find out and then you can come with me when I deliver the news.

  An hour later we are pulling up to a huge mansion. “This is going to be good” Lacey says pulling my hand with her. As soon as we get to the gate, she punches in a series of numbers and the doors open. We walk up the huge cement stair case and walk through the open French doors. “Sarah” Lacey calls out, “it’s Lacey we need to talk.”

  A tall woman stick thin with blonde hair tied up in a bun comes walking towards the front door. As soon as she sees lacey, I think she knows that she is in trouble. “What are you doing here?” She’s hung over.

  “I’m here to let you know that we ha
ve decided to drop you as a client. You might want to get your shit together because you were all over the internet this morning. TMZ did a huge story about your use of drugs and Erica over at the agency has decided to let you go as well. This isn’t good for you Sarah, and if you like what you do you really need to pull it together.”

  Lacey stops talking and looks at the girl in front of her. Sarah doesn’t say a thing. She’s just staring at Lacey like she has two heads. Lacey shakes her head and says; “well I thought I would come and tell you in person, we really tried to make this work, but we don’t have time to babysit you and clean up your shit if you don’t have the energy to keep your nose clean. I highly suggest rehab Sarah.”

  With that Lacey pulls my hand and we walk back out the way we came in.

  Lacey isn’t a bitch, not by any means. She’s actually really sweet. But she has this ‘no bull shit’ attitude which causes her to come off that way. I think she felt bad about having to cut Sarah. I don’t know that she likes the whole “tough love” aspect of her job, but it needed to be done... I take a look back through the doors and Sarah is still standing there, looking at us she hadn’t moved a muscle.

  “Is she in shock” I ask Lacey turning towards the car

  “No” Lacey shakes her head annoyed “She’s high as a fucking kite, I wouldn’t be surprised if she ends up dead before the end of the year.”

  And for the first time I realize that Lacey’s job isn’t as easy as I once thought it was.

  Chapter 9

  Ryan was at the house when Lacey and I got back. We walked inside and Lacey headed outback to see what he and Jason were up to. I told Lacey I was going to jump into the shower, and I would head out when I was done.

  I turned on my stereo in the bathroom and took a nice cool shower. That’s the thing about living in California, even with the AC on, you always feel sticky and gross. The humidity is insane, and it doesn’t rain often. It kind of sucks.

  As soon as I dry off, I decide to put on a cute little maxi dress, with my bikini on under it. I might go swimming after we eat, and I would wear anything that would make me feel cooler at this point.

  I toss on a little mascara and put my hair into a pony tail and head out back. I see Jason and lacey sitting at the patio table. When I walk out I notice Ryan sitting on the opposite side, with the other chair beside him opened, a beer sitting in front of him. I grab one out of the mini fridge that Lacey and Jason keep out back and head to sit beside him.

  As I sit down I notice that he is watching me again. He always does that and it bugs the hell out of me.

  “Hey” I say to him as I sit down

  I look at Jason “your baby mama has the hardest job ever. We had to fire a druggie, file two police reports for stalking and we were hit on by a group of potential clients. There is no way I am going back to that place” I laugh

  “I don’t blame you” Lacey says “I don’t even know if I am cut out for it anymore. I was ready to punch that one guy in the face for calling me a hippo, I’m not even fat. He just wanted to piss me off.”

  We both started laughing, remembering the forty year old guy who came in and asked us about someone who wasn’t even one of Lacey’s clients. When she told him that she didn’t have the information he was looking for, he told her she looked like a ‘sweaty hippo’ and Lacey punched him. When the cops came, she blamed it on the hormones and the cop laughed.

  I started grabbing chips and salsa off the plate in front of Jason

  “Hey want a chip nerd?” he asks sarcastically, pushing the plate away from himself and towards me

  “They taste better when they are yours ass face” I laugh

  Lacey starts to tell Jason about how tired she was and how her feet her when I look over at Ryan

  He’s looking at Lacey and Jason with an odd expression. Almost like wanting.

  Oh my God, does he like my sister?

  No, there’s no way. Right?

  He leans back into his chair and turns his head towards me just as I move to open my kindle and start reading from my new book. I turn the kindle on and I am a few pages into my first chapter when I can feel him still looking at me. I am trying to ignore him, but it’s hard when someone is actually staring at you.

  I look up at Lacey and Jason who have started making out. Like full blown groping each other. All of a sudden Jason pulls his chair back, grabs Lacey’s hand and drags her into the house. She looks back at me and waves, giggling as she follows Jason inside.

  “They are like a bunch of teenagers” I say looking back down at my book

  “Are you going to look at me, at some point or keep pretending you are out here alone?” he asks

  I stop and look at him “I’m looking at you” I say

  He smiles that damn smile. God what is it about him? It’s driving me seriously crazy

  “You really didn’t like working with your sister?” He asks turning his chair so it’s facing me and closer

  “No, I really didn’t. I loved helping her out but the drama with police reports for her clients who are being harassed and firing people as clients. It’s too much. I need a job, but I don’t know that I want her job”

  Ryan looked down at his lap “you could come work for me”

  “What do you mean work for you?” I ask

  “I need a new PA, the guy that I had for the last 2 years quit and moved to Hawaii with his wife and new baby. Lacey has been helping me, but I was between jobs so it wasn’t that hard, now I need someone who can schedule my appearances, bring me my scripts and basically do all my odds and ends” he says

  “Like a maid?” I ask lifting an eyebrow

  He laughs” No I have one of those. Stella has been my maid for 5 years. I really need someone I can trust. I could call the agency and find one, but I… I have a serious issue with letting strangers into my personal life, not everything you do will be for my job. Sometimes I need to make a doctor’s appointment and I can’t always feel like I need it risked where I get my teeth cleaned. I think you would be perfect for the job, you need the money for starting over and I need someone I know and can trust.”

  He leans his chair so that his legs are now between mine, he pushes them open slightly and leans forward “I like you Emmalyn, I kissed you last week at the pool because if I didn’t, I thought I would seriously combust. I don’t know what it is, and I am not sure what it’s ever going to be but I like you. I want you to work for me though, so whatever you and I are or aren’t I want you to take the job. It would be a great experience for you, and I promise you won’t have to fire anyone that you don’t want to.

  I start to consider his offer. I really could use the job. I mean I am not hurting for money, but I also haven’t started spending the money that is in my savings account thanks to my dad dying. I have been saving that, I don’t know for what I just am.

  I look back up with him, he’s watching me with eager eyes waiting for my response.

  I lift my legs up and put my feet up on the sides of his chair, so that his legs are still between mine, but my legs are opened

  “Okay, I’ll take the job”

  “Really?” He asks a surprised look on his face

  “Really.” I say

  He sits there looking at me for several minutes

  He leans forward again, inches away from my face he looks down between us, not moving my legs so he can move his body between them, when he looks back up he has a smile on his face “can I kiss you Em?” He asks

  I sit there, watching him for just a moment before I nod my head.

  He leans in slowly brushing his lips against mine.

  It started out slow, the way it had in the pool last week, gentle like I was made of glass and he didn’t want to break me

  He stuck his tongue out and gently ran it across my bottom lip, asking for me to open up for him. As soon as our tongues met, a moan came from him. He takes one of his arms and wraps it around my waist, pulling me forward in the seat so I am closer to him.


  His hips lean forward and I can feel how hard he is. I let out a slight moan as soon as I do he moans louder and starts to deepen the kiss. Grabbing onto my hips with both hands and pulling me onto his lap.

  As soon as I am on top of him, he reaches up with one hand and grabs my hair, pulling me closer to him. His other hand is around my breast squeezing.

  I could feel him growing harder under me as he stopped kissing me and pulled the top of my dress down and pulled one of my breasts out of the bikini top. Kissing and swirling his tongue around the nipple. Then moving over and doing the same thing on the other side

  “Holy shit Em” he groans

  I start rocking back and forth on top of him, which only makes him suck my nipple harder. Causing me to cry out

  As soon as I do he pushes me back onto the chair, spreading my legs apart. He gets down on his knees and moves my dress up around my waist and then pulls my bikini shorts down and off.

  He looks up at me with awe in his eyes “that’s the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen Emmalyn”

  He sits up and gives me another panty soaking kiss, as soon as our tongues begin twirling around one another I feel him start to rub my clit with his finger in small circles. I throw my head back never feeling anything like it. Of course I have had orgasms before, but they were always solo, his touch alone was causing me to feel like I was on fire.

  Ryan steps back and looks at me with a sexy smile and gets down on his knees

  “I can’t wait to see what you taste like, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since the moment I saw you”

  I thought about stopping him, I was suddenly nervous. This was going so fast this wasn’t the kind of girl I normally was, but being with him seeing how worked up he was just from a little foreplay made me want to keep going… I HAD to keep going

  His tongue skimmed the inside of my thighs, like he was preparing me for what was about to happen, and teasing all at the same time.

  As soon as his tongue hit my pussy my head flew back again, he began licking me gently while his thumb played with my clit making me cry out again.