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car waiting out by the curb. Our hour ended up turning into an hour and a half. We just couldn't get enough of each other. It was like we’re making up for the past eighteen months of secretly pining for each other. It still feels a little wrong, me sleeping with my boss, but we’re just so damn good together. Our dirty little secret could end up being our complete and utter demise, but I don't even want to think about the consequences right now.
    The driver opens the door for us, and I slide inside with Jason gliding in next to me. He immediately puts up the privacy partition as the driver pulls out into traffic. As soon as we are in complete privacy Jason rests a hand on my thigh.
    “Jason, we’re in public. You’re not allowed to put your hands on me like that when we’re in public,” I scold checking emails on my phone.
    “No one can see us, Nina,” he replies sliding his hand further up my thigh.
    I slap his hand away from my leg. “It doesn’t matter. If we’re going to do this, you will follow the rules, and the biggest rule is no touching in public. Oh, and…” I reach into my purse and pull out Jason’s credit card, “…I don’t want you buying me things. Can’t take this. I feel weird about spending your money.”
    “Nina, no, take it.” He holds his hands up away from me. “Besides, you spend my money all the time.”
    “Yeah, to buy the stuff you need.” I stuff the card into his jacket pocket.
    “This is technically something I want, and besides, I owe you for destroying your underwear last night.” He grabs the card from his pocket and sticks it back in my hand. I’ve never seen a man so desperate for a woman to spend his money.
    “Jason, I can’t. It feels wrong. I can buy my own lingerie. Please just let me pay for it. It’ll make me feel more comfortable about all of this.” Jason offering to buy me lingerie is sweet, but it makes feel a little like a prostitute. He’s already paying me to be his assistant and don't want to feel like he’s paying me to have sex with him as well. I’d feel better about it if I was his girlfriend, but right now I don’t know exactly what we are.
    I hand him back his card and this time he takes it without argument. “Okay, but I will find a way to pay you back.”
    “I think the six orgasms you gave me this morning were more than adequate payment.” I give him a sideways glance. He has a big prideful smile on his face. This man is a fucking God in the sack, I don't think I’ve ever had six orgasms without the use of a vibrator before meeting Jason. And if we weren’t in this SUV right now, I'd see if we could go for number seven. I might be slightly addicted to him.
     

     
    After going over Jason’s schedule with him, I left him on the set and took the car into the city to do a little shopping. The car drops me off at Agent Provocateur where I know I’ll find some beautiful things to wear for him. I kind of like knowing that I'm the reason for his obsession with this stuff.
    I step inside the shop and I'm immediately drawn to the racks of garter belts. I pick out a variety of silk and lacy ones then grab a few matching bras and panties. While looking at the stockings my phone rings. I pull it out of my purse and notice that it's my best friend, Lydia.
    “Hey, Lydia! What’s up?”
    “Hi, Nina. Susan just wanted me to see if Jason had a chance to read over those scripts.”
    Shit! In my sex haze, I’d completely forgotten about having Jason finish reading those damn scripts. “He got through a couple of them on the flight here, but he was a little distracted last night. I’ll have him look over the last one when he gets done on set today.”
    “Distracted, huh? Let me guess, he met some chick at the hotel bar.” She laughs.
    “You could say that,” I say with a nervous laugh.
    “Nina, are you okay? You sound weird.”
    “I’m fine, it’s just jet lag.”
    Liar, liar, pants on fire.
    “Nina come on, I know you better than