Chapter 11

 

Chris

 

I wasn’t a big drinker, and when I did drink, it was usually a few coronas or even some hard liquor.

No one in my family drank wine, and no one actually told me how strong the stuff was, especially after sharing two bottles with Mary and some gluten free egg rolls that surprisingly didn’t suck.

“Lo, Lance and I are going to call it a night and head home. If you and Chris are okay?” Brian’s gravelly voice carried over us on the couch, where the spreadsheets laid untouched on the table while Mary and I took another selfie with a dog snapchat filter.

“Oh, yeah, we’re totally fine,” Mary said, waving her hand and not looking up from her phone as Brian left the room.

“Lo?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and looking back to Mary.

“Short for Lourdes. My real name. Though maybe people don’t know that. You probably should have if you’re the one doing my paperwork,” she said, rattling it off without looking up at me and taking a large gulp of her almost empty wine glass, polishing it off.

“Christiano.”

“What?” Mary asked.

“That’s my real name. Only my mother or aunts ever call me that, though.” I shrugged, taking a sip of my wine. Now I was starting to see why people drank this stuff. It was going down like grape juice.

“When I started acting and got my first major role, I was told Lourdes the brunette wouldn’t get major work, so Mom dyed my hair, and I started going by Mary James and boom! Landed a soap opera. I wish it were that easy to turn my career around again,” she muttered the last part, draining her glass.

I put my hand on hers, without even thinking about the tender touch of skin-to-skin contact with her. But I had to feel her. To let her know, I cared, as more than a PR person. The shit I said earlier was to get her riled up. To try and put some distance between us. But that was before two bottles of wine, and now all bets were off.

“Hey, we’re going to get your career back on track. No name changes needed, though I do like the name, Lourdes. It has a sexy ring to it.” I found myself smiling and my lips fuzzy like they needed to be rubbed, or pressed against Mary’s skin for that matter.

As if she knew what I was thinking, Mary sat her glass down and leaned forward, crushing her mouth to mine.

Her warm breath mingled with mine, her tongue dancing behind my lips as I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

I leaned back as she climbed onto my lap, her hips straddling mine as her hot core pressed right into my achingly hard dick. She ground her body against mine as kissed me fiercely, sweet little moans escaping her mouth into mine.

Fuck, I wasn’t expecting any of this, but the wine and her beautiful little gasps had me too far gone to stop.

I gripped her perfect ass as she twirled her hips against mine, my cock seriously begging to escape the confines of my jeans.

I wanted to watch this beautiful woman’s face as she came. Watch as I did that too. Let her know that she wasn’t just some girl that had to change herself, even though it was my job to change her image. I didn’t want her to lose this sexy yet vulnerable girl that had me reeling.

But before I could even think of any of those consequences, the door to the elevator opened again.

Mary gasped, sitting up and I had to look upside down at the hulking Brian who didn’t even flinch seeing us tangled together on the couch.

“Some paparazzi are gathered outside and caught wind of the boyfriend over. If you want to keep this new image going of the girl who feeds the ducks, better not have him spend the night,” Brian said with an almost satisfied smile on his face.

My dick practically shriveled into itself, and I went from drunk in lust to sober in a matter of seconds.

He was right, unfortunately. It was my job to give her a good image and even though I was the new boyfriend, spending the night or even a few more hours wasn’t good for press.

“Yeah. I can head home. We can talk about those charts and that charity function tomorrow,” I mumbled as Mary crawled off me and I adjusted my member through my pants.

“Yeah. Um. Right. Charity thing.” She fixed her hair; her eyes focused on the floor.

I gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek before grabbing my things and walking past Brian to the elevator.

It wasn’t until the doors were closed that I finally let out a breath.

This was supposed to be strictly business. But I had a feeling this girl was either going to be the best thing that ever happened to me or the one who ruined me.