Page 6 of Hot Route
“No,” I say, walking past him, through the door. He follows, shutting it behind us.
“You’re Madison Rodgers. Right?” he says, eyeing me nervously.
“You’d better hope so,” I chide. “Otherwise, you just shut yourself inside your super expensive home with someone who could very well be a serial killer.”
“Let me see your ID,” he says, holding out his hand.
I go to grab my wallet from my cross-body bag, realizing it’s not in its usual spot on my hip.
“My bag is in the car. But look,” I continue as I pull my name necklace out from under my shirt, showing him.
“Mads, huh? That your nickname?” Captain Obvious asks, standing down now that he knows I’m not some stabby Rage fan trying to up their odds of making it to the playoffs.
“Yep, that’s me.” I shoot him a smile.
“Tell me about yourself, Mads.”
“Well,” I begin, “I graduated college last spring with my bachelor’s in Communications. I was offered an internship at Tailgate Media, so I moved here to Boston for that. Right now, I’m living with my cousin in Eastie until I hopefully get hired on there full-time. I needed some extra cash for expenses, so here I am. At your service.”
He smiles warmly. And bywarmly, I mean that my panties just melted clear off my body.Stay professional, Madison.Forget about the fact that you fucked your fingers to this man less than seventy-two hours ago.
Professional? Yeah, right. I’ll be lucky if I get through the rest of today without slipping and calling him Daddy.
BLAZE
Son of a motherfucking bitch.
I was supposed to get an assistant. I mean, this girl technicallyisan assistant, but she’s also the sexiest little thing I’ve ever seen. And Mac specifically told me not to sleep with the people who work for me.
Maybe just the tip?
No! I need to get my shit together. I am the most eligible bachelor in Boston. I had a threesome with a mother and daughter last weekend. I can literally go to the grocery store, point to a random woman like I’m picking a grapefruit, say “I’ll take that one.”, and be railing her into next week within minutes. I do not need to fuck my new assistant.
Mads stares at me wordlessly with her beautiful green eyes while I try to stop my brain, which has gone fully rogue at this point, from thinking about how well her tits would fit in my hands. Or my mouth.
“Are you okay?” She asks.
“Yeah. Totally,” I reply, trying to sound collected. “Just, uh, got a lot going on. Which is why you’re here. I wanted to be the one to fill you in on everything. I started my own clothing line recently and we’ve gotten a huge response from the fans,” I say proudly. “Initially, it was just going to be online. I have an e-commerce website where people can go to make purchasesfrom my current line. But since we’re doing so well, we’ve decided to do a pop-up shop in Boston before the season kicks off. We’ve rented a space for this coming weekend. I’ll be there signing things and hanging with the fans. They’ll be able to get a full boutique experience, enter some giveaways, and make purchases that day.”
“Wow. That’s amazing!” she says, smiling. “How can I help?”
“Well, I honestly just need you to be an extension of me,” I reply, immediately cringing internally at how weird that sounds. I continue, “If I’m hanging with fans, the last thing I’ll be thinking about is all the boring stuff. I get so excited to be with them that I’ll forget to eat or not notice that I’m low on photos to sign for them. So, if you notice anything like that, just give me a hand.”
She nods confidently. “That’s easy enough. Make sure there are enough photos for the fans and shove something in your mouth if it’s been too long.” It’s her turn to cringe now as I laugh quietly.
“Sounds like you’ll do just fine.” I wink, causing a blush to erupt over her cheeks and neck. God, she’s fucking adorable. A little harmless flirting is okay as long as I don’t cross any major lines. All I have to do to keep her around is not fuck her or fall in love with her. The love part is easy, but not burying myself balls deep inside this girl is going to take some effort.
SEVEN
MADS
Mads: You are never going to believe who my new boss is.
Dia: I was literally there when you opened the email.
Mads: No, not from Tailgate. I got a part-time job as a personal assistant. I went to go meet the guy earlier and it’s Blaze motherfucking Beckham.
Dia: Who?
