My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

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My Bad Boy's Secret

A Bad Boy Romance

Nicole Price

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ROSALYN BROOKS

I couldn’t believe this was happening right in this moment. I was sitting across a conference table from Hollywood’s number one bad boy biker, Jackson Lane, a bachelor, and he was smiling at me. Not one of those, pleasant smiles, but a bit of a mischievous one. It was a smile that said, - I wonder what you look like under that tight pink sweater, brown skirt, and boots. Well, maybe he would want me to keep the boots on. I flushed the same shade as my sweater as I thought about that image. It all felt like a dream from the very beginning, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that a meeting with the hot action movie star would turn into something more.

“You wrote a great story here Rosalyn. I like the world you invented, and the male lead character is something I’ve never played before. It’s interesting, different. I would love to do this with you,” he said in his charming way. His words were like foreplay to me. He was flattering in his words about my writing work, and he added in that he wanted to work with me and play the part I pretty much invented for him. It was intoxicating to me to hear those words. It was everything I ever dreamed of, my career, and my heart all getting stimulated at once.

His long dark hair crept over his eyes just a little, his black stubble of a beard only made his six foot one frame look more like a manly lumber jack than a biker. Yet, his brown eyes and soft skin gave him a look of innocence. This combination was dangerous, and I knew it. I told myself, when I first heard that he was interested in my project, that I would keep it purely professional. If I allowed myself to be delusional and he had some sort of a romantic interest in me, it could ruin everything. Yet, I knew that he was a notorious lady-killer. No woman could ever say no to Jackson. It just wasn’t possible. Not only was he extremely attractive, but he was fit for being in his late 40’s. He was a kick ass action star and he was the kind of actor bad boy that did his own stunts, so his body was perfect. He was like a statue of a Greek God. Then there was his charming ways, and bad ass habits. He was a man’s man, and woman’s wet dream. He had been acting since he was a teenager and me being in my early 30’s, I always had a crush on him since seeing his very first movie. Yes, I even had posters of him on my wall, and watched his movies over and over. Now, here I was looking at him in the flesh, with a hint of flirting and flattery over my work. I was doomed right from the start. However, I would do everything I could to keep it professional, like now. I had to cross my legs and squeeze tight just to keep from touching myself while I sat across from him. I could feel myself getting wet. I hoped that the bra I wore had enough material in it to hide my hard nipples through my sweater. I was trying very hard to be sexy, smart and creative, but also very business woman like. It was crucial that I remained in a business savvy mode.

Here is why it was super important that I not get involved with him, at least not right now. This was my very first Hollywood screenplay and as a woman, I did not want people to think I fucked my way into the business. It was hard enough because the Hollywood industry was a boy’s club. So I had to keep it professional, or I could risk my reputation as a new writer. Sure, I created my screenplay first. Then it was bought by a studio because it was good, and only then was a major star like Jackson brought on to play the lead. However, no one would see it that way. They would have no idea what the inner workings were. They would only see that I was fucking a star and suddenly had a studio contract, so no… I had to keep away from him. This was going to be hard. Very, very, hard. I had wanted this man since I was fourteen, and now it was in my grasp and I would have to reject it. It was just too cruel, and my body was screaming at me to flirt back. Well, I guess there’s no harm in flirting as long as I kept it secretive, and didn’t cross any boundaries, I tried to convince myself.

“Thank you, I look forwarding to working together as well,” I said with a little bit of a softer voice then usual. I felt my producer Dan, sitting next to me shift in his seat uneasily. He advised me not to flirt either, but I just couldn’t help it damn it. I saw Jackson’s eyes shift to my producer and then to me and he let out a big grin, he knew what was up. It only made me feel more turned on that he knew that my vibe was screaming, I want to have sex with you! I had to calm down and just let Dan do the talking.

I sat there as Dan pitched out the story world and ideas of the screenplay and as the team listened and became excited, I was able to get into business mode. I had to pretend that Jackson was not in the room or I would never get through this. There would be plenty of time for flirtation throughout the production and being on set, but for now, I would have to ignore his presence. Sigh… easier said than done. I kept casting side-glances at him when he was watching the producer pace up and down the room explaining how the production would play out and where we would be shooting. I had to look at him when he was not looking at me, and if I caught his eyes headed in my direction, I would quickly look away. This game of sneaking a look only made me so much more excited and turned on.

Finally, the pitch was over and Jackson looked at everyone and said, “I love it. I’m in. Let’s do this thing. Let’s make a fucking great movie!”

Everyone clapped and erupted into cheers and I cast him my biggest smile yet. He was so endearing even when being somewhat brash in a business meeting. He could do no wrong. No wonder he was a big star, and his movies made billions of dollars. It was enough just to look at him. After the meeting everyone stood up from the table. Jackson towered over me, he was six one, and I was five foot even, but had a few inches in extra height in my riding boots. I knew that he liked the innocent girl look and my long strawberry blonde locks, and beige hat definitely gave me that look. Bad boys liked the sweet innocent girl type, I think because they liked the idea of shocking them in bed. I wasn’t exactly a virgin, but I did lean more toward the prudish side of the sexual spectrum. Don’t get me wrong, I loved, loved, sex, but I didn’t talk dirty or sleep around. I was a bit more conservative.

“I can’t wait for us to work together Rosalyn,” Jackson said as he shook my hand. His shake lingered and he squeezed my hand knowingly as we locked eyes. I smiled, and said, “I’m sure it will be very… creative.”

He laughed a little at my description and then made the rounds to the other men.

“You did great. We have a go at a picture with a major star. We did it,” Dan whispered to me closely. I took in all he was saying and felt so grateful. I was on cloud nine.

A few minutes later I had finished saying my goodbyes and slipped on my beige leather jacket, which happened to be in the motorcycle jacket style. I would never admit I wore it on purpose of course. Then it happened… I was walking to my car when the familiar, thundering sound of a motorcycle approached. I turned to see Jackson coming out of a parking space and pulling onto the street. My mouth drooled as I watched him maneuver the beast between his legs. I stared hard, and I was shocked when he stopped beside my car. I quickly closed my gaping mouth and straightened up. I couldn’t believe he was stopping to talk to me. But what could he possibly have to say?

“Hey Rosalyn! You look like you’re ready to go for a ride in that motorcycle jacket,” he said through the opening of his black helmet.

“What, this? Oh is it a motorcycle jacket? I just liked the style,” I said lying through my teeth in a nonchalant way.

“So what do you say?” he said as he revved the engine.

“Go for a ride? Now?” I said with my eyes wide. My producer would not approve.

“Yeah, come on. Hop on,” he said waving me over with his head.

I smiled and nodded. Hell yeah, I was going to do this. I grabbed my bag and hung it diagonally across my body. Then he did something that sort of shocked me. He kicked out the kickstand and turned off the bike. He got off and pulled open the seat compartment and took out a black helmet that matched his. He handed it to me. “I don’t know how to put that thing on.” I said it looking up at him through my lashes in my most innocent girl voice. He smiled and plopped it on my head. I picked up my chin high in the air, as though begging him to kiss my lips. Jackson grabbed the strap and buckled it under my chin. I caught him look at my lips and then he made eye contact with a look that said, “You are too cute right now.”  And I was. It was a cute moment with him taking care of me, and it showed me his sensitive side. It was an intoxicating combination, bad boy plus sensitive sweetheart, and I was about to straddle him… sort of.

“Alright, you’re all set. Ready for the ride of your life babe?” he said as he jumped back on the bike and made the engine roar again.

“Yes, I am,” I said as I put my hand on his shoulder to steady myself as I stepped on the bike stirrup. His shoulder was hard and firm, even through the leather of his jacket, I could tell he was all man. I picked up my skirt tight around my thighs and then straddled him from behind. Now came the moment I was waiting for, I wrapped my arms around his hard stomach. I pressed my full body against his back. I knew this wasn’t necessary, but I had no control over it. He looked back over his shoulder at me, and I thought I heard a slight moan, but it could have been the thundering bike. Then we were off. I knew that I was in for one hell of ride. I just had to make sure it stayed purely a motorcycle ride and nothing else. At least for now. I had to thank myself for wearing this motorcycle jacket, and thank my teenage self for dreaming the impossible dream for so long that was now coming true. Not only was it coming true, I was literally holding it tight in my arms with him between my thighs. Sigh… this was going to be hard as shit.

JACKSON LANE