Cameron
Paolo needed my help with some wiring in the bathroom before I went up and started working on Sierra’s office.
“Dude, I noticed at breakfast you were acting weird with Sierra. What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
“Something is, man. I’m not dumb and I know when a guy is giving a girl the cold shoulder and that’s exactly what it looked like to me.”
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I really like her and she didn’t tell me something and now I’m pissed off.”
I didn’t know if I should tell him or not, but I felt like I needed to talk to someone about it.
“What didn’t she tell you?”
“That her ex moved back to L.A.”
“Why does it matter if she told you or not? Are the two of you in a relationship? Because the last time I heard, it was a friends-with-benefits-type of arrangement.”
“It matters because we’re friends. Don’t you think that’s something she should have mentioned?”
“I don’t know. If you were in a serious relationship, yes. But you’re not, so drop it.”
“Thanks, Paolo. I appreciate these little talks we have. Now, if you’re done needing my help, I’m going up to the office.”
“Sorry, man. Sometimes the truth hurts,” he said as I walked away.
I walked down the hall and entered her bedroom to get up to her soon-to-be office. Maybe Paolo was right; it wasn’t my business about her ex. I stood in front of the window and looked out over the hills. It was beautiful, especially this early in the morning. As I was taking in the view and thinking, I heard Rosa’s voice behind me.
“Excuse me, Builder Boy, but I overheard you and Builder Boy Two talking. One thing you should know about me is that I make everything my business. So as long as you’re in this house, get used to it.”
I smiled at her as she stood next to me. “I don’t want to talk about it, Rosa.”
“I have a few things to say on the matter and you’re going to listen. You don’t have to talk about it, but I am. Kirsty told me that pompous ass moved back here and, believe me, I’m not happy about it. It took a lot for Sierra to come back from what he did and I’m not even sure if she’s completely back yet. I worked for her father for years and I watched Sierra grow. Seven years of her life she gave to that man, if that’s what you want to call him. I prefer to call him a dick wad.”
I chuckled because coming from Rosa and hearing her say that in her accent was funny.
“I watched her shut down more and more every day. So, forgive her for not telling you that he’s back. If she were to tell you, it would be admitting something that she’s not ready for, or thinks she’s not ready for. I like you and I like you and Sierra together. You fit nicely together.”
“We’re total opposites, Rosa. I’m not sure we fit at all.”
“You do. Trust me. Don’t hold her not telling you about Dick Wad against her. She needs you more than ever for tonight. You’ve met Delia. You’ve heard the things Delia says. Don’t let Sierra down, not tonight. Now, I have to get back to cleaning. We’ll talk later,” she said as she patted me on the back. “Oh. You’re strong.” She smiled.
Rosa was right; Sierra was damaged in more than one way. I know if I had a mother like Delia, I’d be emancipating myself.
****
Sierra
I sat in my chair and faced the window as I looked out over the city of Los Angeles. Between thinking about how weird Cameron was acting and having dinner with Delia, I was about to go insane. I got up from my chair and walked over to my bar area. I grabbed the bottle of Kahlua and poured it in my empty coffee cup. Oops, I forgot the coffee. Oh well. As I was sipping it, Sasha came through on the intercom to let me know that Don was here to see me. What the hell was he doing here? I went to my desk and looked at my appointments. He wasn’t on the schedule.
“Tell Don that I’m busy and he doesn’t have an appointment.”
Suddenly, my office door opened and he came barreling through it. I sighed and cocked my head as I sat down behind my desk.
“What’s going on, Don? How dare you just waltz in here like you own the place!”
“I need to talk to you.”
“Then talk,” I said as I looked at the time on my phone. “You have about fifteen minutes. I have a massage scheduled and I’ll be damned if I’m going to miss it.”
“I can massage you,” he said.
“Fourteen minutes.”
“Okay. Okay. Marta Clareheart is blackmailing me.”
“Why the hell would she do that?”
“Because I didn’t tell her about Milania and now she’s out for revenge. Apparently, she’s in love with me.”
Why the hell would she do something stupid like that?
“She told me that I better sign over all my accounts to her advertising firm or she’s going public with our little affair we had going on. I hope you’re not jealous.”
Jesus Christ, he makes me laugh.
“If I am jealous, Don. I’ll get over it. Trust me. If you hand over all your accounts to her, then we wouldn’t be servicing you anymore, which would mean a great loss of money for this agency.
The lesser of two evils. Decisions. Decisions.
“Let me ask you this. Why would you fuck her?”
He leaned back in his chair and brought his ankle up to his thigh. “Because she’s hot as fuck and I wanted to sample her. Then the samples became appetizers, and the appetizers became full course meals.”
“Spare me the details,” I said as I waved my hands in front of my face.
“Please, Sierra. I know you’re young, but you have that fire that your dad had, and I know you can help me on this.”
“What makes you think that she’d listen to me?”
“You’re scary sometimes.”
Oh, I liked that he thought of me as scary. I gently smiled at him. “What’s in it for me?”
“I knew you’d ask that. Well, for one, you’d get to keep my accounts and all the money I pay your agency.”
“Keep going,” I said.
“I would never bother you sexually again. You would have my word on that. Even if it does kill me to say it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please, Sierra. I know you can do this. She’s competition and you’re bigger than her. You can crush her. In fact, you can buy her agency.”
“You’ll never text me inappropriate things again? You’ll never say sexually harassing things to me either?”
“I promise. You have my word. And when the king gives his word, it’s solid.”
“You better keep that promise or else I’ll crush your little world, Don.”
“Thank you, Sierra. I knew I could count on you.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Now get out of here. I have a massage to get to.”
“Please, just one kiss on the cheek to seal the deal.”
I sighed as I pointed to my cheek and he softly kissed it one last time forever.
“Thanks, Sierra. You really are a good friend.”
****
Kirsty and I walked down the street to the spa where our massages were scheduled. I’d been going to Nathan for a couple of years. His hands were a work of God and he was the best at his job. Kirsty and I lay on our tables, which were side by side, in nothing but towels covering us.
“Hey, Sierra,” Nathan said as he and Nolan walked into the room. “Any concerns?”
“I went hiking. That’s concern enough.”
I heard him laugh. “You went hiking? Why?”
“Long story. Now work your magic and heal my poor aching body.”
As we were basking in the glory of strong hands upon our flesh, Kirsty looked over at me.
“Cameron knows about Ryan.”
“What? How?”
“Raul mentioned it yesterday during the tuxedo fitting. Apparently, Ryan was in the shop earlier this week and told him that he moved back.”
“Shit.”
“I think it upset him that you knew and didn’t tell him.”
“Ah. So that’s why he was acting strange last night and today.”
“Why wouldn’t you tell him?”
“Why would I? We aren’t in a relationship and it doesn’t concern him. I wouldn’t care if his ex-girlfriend moved here. I wouldn’t expect him to tell me.”
“Bullshit, Sierra. You care about Cameron more than you’re willing to admit.”
“No, I don’t. That’s not how I operate; you know that.”
“I know you. And I knew you before Ryan. So I do know how you operate.”
“I don’t want to talk about this. I have enough on my mind with this dinner tonight. I don’t need you telling me what I should or shouldn’t do.”
“Okay. I’ll wait until tomorrow.” She smiled.
“Then tomorrow is the day that I fire you.”
She rolled her eyes and turned her head the other way. I lay there as Nathan worked his magical hands over my body and I thought way too much about Cameron.
After our massage, we headed for our manicures and pedicures. Instead of talking, Kirsty was doing business, heading off messages that weren’t important to me. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost time for my dresses to be delivered. We climbed in the limo and headed back to the house. I didn’t ask Kirsty about her and James because it was awkward for me. Two of my employees fucking each other. They didn’t act like they were in some type of relationship during work hours, but they were seeing each other at night. As I walked into the house, the Neiman Marcus truck pulled up in the driveway. A big smile spread across my face. It was time to shop.
“Good to see you, Sierra,” Paul said as he kissed both my cheeks. I brought you some goodies.” He smiled.
“You can set up shop in the living room. I’ll be there in a minute. There’s something I need to take care of.”
I followed the banging sound up the stairs, into my bedroom, and then up the spiral staircase. Cameron was pounding away at some two by fours he put up.
“Hey,” I said nervously as I stood in the doorway.
“Hey,” he replied as he turned around.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Yeah. What’s up?” he asked as he continued hammering away.
“Do you think you could stop doing that for a minute?”
He stopped pounding and turned around and looked at me. “Okay.”
“I know you know that Ryan moved back to Los Angeles, and I should have told you when I found out and I didn’t and I’m sorry.”
“It’s none of my business, Sierra.”
“But you’re mad. I can tell because you’ve had an attitude with me since yesterday.”
“Nah, you’re imagining things. I don’t have an attitude with you.”
“Yes, you do. Just admit it,” I snapped.
“Okay, fine. Yeah, I am pissed off that you didn’t tell me. It obviously upset you and I thought you trusted me enough to open up to me. We’re friends, Sierra, and I’m here for you.”
At that moment, I felt like a complete bitch. I had hurt his feelings because I didn’t talk about mine. I walked over to him and took the hammer out of his hand and set it down. I took hold of both his hands and looked into his green eyes.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to erase the fact that he’s back. If I talked about it, then it would make it real to me. I don’t want it to be real. So if I don’t talk about it, then it’s not. You can thank Delia for giving me that trait.”
“Come here,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. “I understand. I really do and I’m sorry that I gave you an attitude. I had no right,” he said as he kissed the top of my head.
“Are we good?” I asked as my arms tightened around his muscular back.
“We’re good.” He smiled as he broke our embrace and kissed my lips.
“I have some shopping to do downstairs.”
“Huh?”
“Paul from Neiman Marcus brought over some dresses for me to look at for tonight. Would you like to come down and help me pick something?”
“Surprise me.” He smiled.
I went downstairs and examined all the dresses Paul brought. Kirsty was in heaven and James was sitting on the couch, watching her. Rosa emerged from the kitchen with lemonade for everyone and sat down next to James while I decided which dress to buy.
“They’re all amazing.”
“Well, I have one more that I haven’t shown you yet,” Paul said with excitement.
He unzipped the ivory garment bag and took out a Valentino sleeveless, side-draped dress in red. My eyes just about popped out of their sockets. I held it up to me and looked in the full-length mirror that he had brought with him.
“I love it!” I smiled.
“It’s perfect.” Cameron winked as he walked through the room and headed towards the kitchen.
“I’ll take it.”
“Excellent choice. It was made for you, Sierra.” Paul smiled.
“Great choice, Sierra. You’re going to look fab in it!” Kirsty said.
As soon as Paul and his men packed up and left, it was time for me to start getting ready for the dreaded night ahead. Kirsty and James left, but he assured me that he’d be back promptly at six thirty to pick us up. Rosa told me to behave myself and went home for the evening. I went to my room and stripped out of my business suit. I slipped on my short, silk robe and walked up the spiral staircase. I cleared my throat and Cameron turned around.
“Excuse me, but I have something that needs pounding.” I smiled as I undid my robe and let it fall to the floor.
He smiled as he set down his hammer and unbuckled his belt. “Is that so? How hard does it need it?”
“Very hard,” I said as I stood with my back against the wall.
Cameron took in a sharp breath as he stripped down to nothing. His cock was standing tall and at full force before he even reached me. He placed his hands on the wall on each side of my head as his mouth crashed forcefully into mine. My hands instantly gravitated to his hard cock as my fingers wrapped around him. A deep moan rumbled in his chest as his fingers slid down to the area that was aching for his touch. I arched my back as he plunged two fingers in me and worked my insides. My heart was racing and my skin was on fire.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he commanded breathlessly.
He placed his hands on my ass and held me as my legs wrapped around him.
“Are you ready for some pounding?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He thrust inside me with such force that I gasped. He felt amazing and I didn’t want it to end. He moved in and out of me at a rapid pace as our moans were in sync with each other. His fingers squeezed my ass as he pounded into me, sending me right over the edge and into a beautiful orgasm.
“That’s it, babe. Come for me. I love it when I make you come. You’re so amazing.”
My legs tightened and my body shook as a whirlpool of pleasure overtook me.
“Oh my God, Sierra, you’re making me come,” he yelled as he pushed deep inside and spilled every last drop of his magical semen inside me and stared into my eyes.
I softly kissed his lips as he finished off. I grabbed the sides of his face. “Now I feel like I can face the night.” I smiled.
“I was happy to oblige.” He laughed.
“I need to go get ready and so do you.”
He let go of me as I unwrapped my legs and stood on the ground. I bent down, picked up my silk robe and slipped it on. “I need to go shower. I’ll see you promptly at six thirty.”
“I’ll be waiting.” He smiled.