The Contract: A BBW Rockstar Romance (2 page)

Opening her office door, she came face to chest with Mr. Hottie himself. She suppressed a giggle at calling him that.
 

“Hey, Luke, what can I do for you?

“Were you leaving? Are you on your way somewhere?”

“No, no, just restless with being in the office, what’s up?”

“Well there’s a problem.”

“Of course there is,” she rolled her eyes “what seems to be happening?”

“Well, it’s what’s not happening actually. It’s the bus, the generator is acting up. I’m going to need a place to stay. I’m really sorry about this. Some of the crew will stay on the bus, some have other plans to be away until we need to tear down, Harry wasn’t staying in town anyway…”

“Um…yikes. Well that’s…yeah we have. Luke everything is full, I’m sure, with the festival and everyone coming
 
back to town,” she groaned and shook her head. “I mean, we can make some calls but…”

“But what?” Chelle piped up as she came up the stairs.

“Luke can’t stay on the bus, the generators is, what? Shot?”

“It’s just not working right is all, and I need a place to stay.”

“Lilly, he can stay with us, right? I mean the house is big enough, you have plenty of room, and it’s just us,” Chelle smiled at Luke “we’re pretty quiet.”

Stop talking, stop talking she willed Chelle, but of course, no luck, That kid just kept on going, she was explaining the floorplan, and how he could have the downstairs suite to himself. The house had been a B&B for a while and it did have accommodations. Lilly just hadn’t wanted to take that on too, while trying to set the theater back on its feet.
 

“Luke, are you sure about the bus?”

“Yeah, the generator is a goner. Like I said some guys are hanging around, and they might sleep there. The film crew has accommodations, the network is paying for them. Your place sounds great,” he said, grinning.
 

‘Yeah, well. Ok,” she sighed. Keeping her hands off of him had just gotten exponentially harder, harder…huh, she wondered if he was. Being in the same room with him was suffocating, trying so hard not to feel anything for him was wearing her right out. Who knew? She got up and smoothed her denim skirt over her hips.
 

“Ok, let’s go, you can see the place and make up your mind,”. So far this was going just swimmingly…

Lilly opened the front door to her beach house and stepped into the cool living room. The house was older but renovated, and air conditioned. The living room had windows facing the lake and Luke was momentarily struck by the view. He had been wondering why someone like her, lived someplace like this, but he was starting to see the appeal.
 
“Over here, Luke, your room will be down there,” she pointed to some small flagstone steps to the left of the doorway.

Luke stepped down and into a bedroom suite on the lower floor, complete with small bathroom and door to the back deck. It was decorated in neutral whites and pastels, not too girly he decided.
 
“Thanks,” he called up the stairs.
 

Lilly popped her head around the corner “No problem,” she said “you can relax down here and I’ll have dinner ready in an hour,” she disappeared again and Luke dropped his bags and sat down on the bed. He was suddenly exhausted, her place was so welcoming, he felt like he could relax here. Being “on” all the time, especially with the reality TV guys around, was exhausting. The one guy, Joe? Jonas? Jon…? Well J something, followed him everywhere, even the bathroom. Getting to spend time here was good actually, since her house wasn’t in the contract but the bus was, Luke could take a breather. She was lovely, really. Just the way he had remembered her, maybe better. Her breasts were curvy and delicious looking, he loved the way she moved when she walked.
 
He lay down on the bed, just for a minute he thought…

Lilly stood in the doorway for a long time, watching him sleep. His face was beautiful when it was relaxed and she could see now what she had missed before, the tension he usually carried was gone. She hadn’t realized he was clenching his jaw most of the time, and she wondered idly just how much pressure there must be on him to be good at this, make it work. Keep people employed, keep Harry happy. It probably was more than he had bargained for.
 

Looking at him sleeping like this was so intimate. She felt as though she should look away, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. He had removed his shirt and she watched his chest rise and fall with his breathing. His arms were thickly corded with veins, the smooth skin on the underside visible where he had thrown his arm up over his head. She didn’t know why but she loved that part of a man, the smooth underside of his arm. She imagined kissing it, drawing her tongue along the tender skin there, wondered if he would like it. How nice it would be to have him stand behind her and wrap that part of his arm around her, and turn her for a kiss.
 

She shook her head to clear it. Get a grip Lilly, she thought to herself, you’re the boss here (and apparently his landlady now, however that happened?) Mr. Hottie is not going to be interested in a plump lawyerly landlady. He has places to go, chicks to hook up with, and music to play, she told herself seriously.
 

When he woke up, she was in the doorway, watching him.
 

“I’m so sorry, you looked so peaceful there, I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“No, it’s fine,” he said, reaching for his phone so he could check the time and see if anyone was looking for him.
 

“It’s 7:30, you were out for a while,” she said, as she stepped toward the bed, then hesitated. It was suddenly awkward between them, the air thick with possibilities, and tension. Somehow there was always a little electric current between them, Lilly thought. She wondered if he could feel it too? Or if maybe everyone felt that way around him, and it was the performer in him. She stopped walking, awkwardly, and stood, shifting from foot to foot.
 

Luke sat up and looked at her, what he wanted to do was open his arms and have her crawl into the bed with him. He wanted to kiss her, and then do it again, run his tongue along her lips, hear her gasp as he touched her for the first time. He wanted to run his lips around her nipples and then blow on them, watch them spring to attention. He wanted to slide his hand down between her legs looking for her clit. He wanted to make her jump when he parted her pussy lips and slid his tongue there…he shook his head to clear it, and looked up at her, she was talking and he had no idea what she had said.

“Well, um…dinner, you know?” she indicated the stairs. “I mean it’s ready, so, if you’re hungry?”

“Yeah, I’m always hungry,” somehow everything he said sounded like he was talking about sex, was he? She would probably be horrified if she knew what was going through his head, how much he wanted to kiss her.
 

“Come on up then,” she said and abruptly turned and headed up the stairs. She had changed from her professional clothes to a more casual denim skirt and tee shirt. God, he thought, she was adorable.

He padded up quietly behind her to the kitchen. The breakfast bar was set with flowers in the center, and white plates were laid out with silverware on either side. He paused, trying to recall the last time anyone, anywhere had set a table for him. No idea. It had been a long damn time, that was for sure.
 

“Have a seat and help yourself, what can I get you to drink?” she said, while offering him a beer.
 

“Thanks, this is perfect,” he took a long pull on the bottle and set it down. “ I can’t tell you the last time I sat at a real table and ate real food, this is amazing! I know it’s an imposition, I’ll get out of your hair as soon as I can.” Liar, he thought to himself, you’re gonna hang around as long as possible.

She smiled at him and his heart skipped a beat, he was gonna have to get a grip, he thought. “This looks fantastic, thank you!”

“You’re welcome, I like to cook, and I don’t usually have an appreciative audience, so this was fun, now eat!”

They sat next to each other in silence for a few minutes, his leg drifting closer to hers. He could feel the heat from her skin on his bare legs, and wondered if she was noticing the same thing.
 

As he finished he said, “Now my mom raised me that the person who cooks, doesn’t have to clean, and I do know how to run a dishwasher. I won’t know where everything goes when I’m done washing up, but you should sit.”

“No, no, don’t be silly, I’ll help too, we’ll get it done faster together,” she said, rising from the table. He stood at the same time and had to reach for her to keep from knocking her over. His hand gripped her arm, and instinctively he pulled her closer, time slowed to a near standstill and he felt like he was moving through water. He reached for her cheek and turned her face toward his, lowering his mouth to capture hers. It was just as he had imagined, his tongue running along her lips, then sliding inside. Her lips working against his, her back arched and her breasts pressed into him. Her kiss, her touch, made his spine tingle and his knees feel weak. He ran his hands down her sides and felt her stiffen, then relax. This woman deserved to have him take his time, and he certainly wanted to.
 

Lilly was feeling a little like she was in shock, kissed by Luke Drake. Well that was entirely unexpected. Maybe he had a thing for chubby women? Which, well, why would he? Then again, why wouldn’t he? Maybe he liked her because she was different? She decided she should stop thinking and just kiss him. It was only a moment, but it was a good one. She felt his hand drifting down her side and resting on her ass. He pulled her closer and she paused to look up at him. He was looking at her too, and their eyes locked before he leaned in and kissed her again, drawing his hand along her bare skin underneath her shirt.
 

The kiss took her by surprise, his firm gentle lips setting off a cascade of feelings, ending somewhere above her thighs. His hands left a trail of warmth on her skin wherever he touched her. Twining his fingers in her hair he gently pulled her head back and kissed down her neck to the hollow where her shoulder began. She felt like she should say something, but she couldn’t think what. It felt so good to have his hands on her, his lips on her. As he kissed his way toward her breasts, she knew she should be making some decisions, thinking about where this was going, where it would take her.

Honestly though all she could do was react, his attention to her lit a spark that she thought had been extinguished. He kept moving, quietly kissing his way along, gently sliding his finger along the edge of her blouse. The rough pads of his fingers on her breasts sent shivers along her spine, and made her ache to have him touch her nipples. They were puckered and hopeful, just out of reach of the tip of his finger. He took her face in his and began again, kissing her lips slowly, sliding his tongue inside, not urgent, not hurried. She began to relax as he stroked her, making her arch her back into him with pleasure. Sighing she stretched and pointed her toes, his touch making her tingle all over. This must be what it’s like to not be in charge for ten whole minutes, she decided, it was nice to let him take over and play. He danced his fingers down across her chest again, gently exploring. He removed her shirt and kissed along the edge of her bra, pausing to lick and nip at the tender skin. His hands were at her hips now, sliding under the waistband of her jeans, dancing along her skin there. The feeling was electric, this guy was different.
 

Gently he tugged at her jeans, pulling them free of her hips.
 

“Curves,” he murmured, she hoped, in appreciation. Her hourglass lines had never bothered her, but it wasn’t always what men wanted. She hoped it was what he wanted. He slid his hands along her freshly revealed hips and ass, and slid her jeans all the way to the floor. Standing in her kitchen, half naked, she felt suddenly shy. But not shy enough to stop kissing him. Taking his head in her hands she stroked his lips with her tongue and kissed him deeply. Her hands moved along his chest, almost without her thinking about it, and she ran them underneath his shirt and explored the skin she had been day-dreaming about all day long. Smooth and warm and soft, she dropped the shirt to the floor and found the dragon tattoo. It was done in black and red, the scales were shiny with sliver and gold flecks. Its sinewy body wrapped around his midsection, with its head on his shoulder blade and flames licking across his back. She ran her tongue along it, and he arched his back and moaned under her touch. She feathered her fingers along his skin and she could feel goose bumps rising in response. He reached down and caressed her pussy through her panties, running his fingers gently along her mound. Taking her cue from him she placed her hand along his impossibly tight jeans and found (ample) evidence of the effect she had on him.
 

Suddenly the front door chimed, and Lilly jumped, as if his skin had burned her. Being dragged back to reality startled her into thinking about what she was actually doing, and she began to regret it. Not doing it, but thinking about it. Having a relationship with him was dumb, and she knew it, having even a non-relationship hot sex romp with him would probably be stupid too, and she knew herself well enough to realize that when he rolled out of town, he’d take a piece of her too. And it would hurt.
 

As they scrambled into their clothes the moment was lost and she found she couldn’t meet his eyes. She scurried to the front door, and, after glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was decent, she opened it to find several camera crews staked out on her lawn. It wasn’t his crew for the reality show though, it was TV crews for gossip shows and websites. Apparently word had gotten around fast about where he’d be spending the night.

“Get off my lawn,” Lilly said, sounding, she thought, remarkably calm in spite of the fact that her heart was hammering and her head was spinning and she could still feel the warmth of his skin under her hands. “You do not have permission to be on my property, so you’ll have to leave.” She could hear them calling questions out to her, even as they beat a retreat from her front yard and headed for the road. It wasn’t a busy street, but they’d have a hard time hanging out in the middle of the road.