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| JAMES’ ASSISTANT by Melody Emilia took the silver and black clasp out of her hair, and shook the brunette mane free in the gentle summer breeze. She deposited her briefcase and jacket (now including the newly removed hair clip), into the boot of her car, then got into the drivers seat. She took the case with her sunglasses out of the glove compartment, put the glasses on, and put the case back in the compartment. All she had to do now was wait for James. To while away the time, she decided to listen to the car radio, and sang along to the songs that she knew. James got into the car, apologising for keeping her waiting, they both buckled up, and, just when Emilia had begun driving out of the carpark, a traffic report came on; a water main had burst on the road near her home and was going to be closed for several hours. To make things worse, there was no alternate route for her to take. “Oh that is just dandy!” she moaned. “Don't worry,” said James calmly whilst taking down the number of the help line being given for residents to contact. “I'll feed you, and you can have a shower if you want.” “I don't want to put you out.” “You aren't. Look, you're doing me a favour by taking me home so making you something to eat is no hardship, plus, it will be nice to have some company.” “Have you got a t-shirt or something that I can wear and some shorts? I don't fancy staying in this suit.” James glanced down at her shapely tanned legs, her short suit skirt barely covering the tops of her thighs. “T-shirts are no problem but my jeans and shorts will be too big for you.” “Would you mind if I stopped of to get something? That Tesco store has a clothing department.” “Course not.” She bought a flimsy sky blue strappy top, a pair of soft denim shorts, a couple of pairs of knickers, some baby oil to remove her make-up with and a bottle of hair conditioner – doubting that James would have such a thing. James tittered when she put the knickers in her basket, pointing out that she was already wearing some. “I can't put them back on when I've had a shower can I?” “It's ok, I'm pulling your leg.” Emilia was stunned by James' shower. The jets showered on her from all directions and she could change the force of the individual heads, giving herself a mini massage at the same time as freshening up; she didn't want to come out. When she had finally finished she joined James downstairs. She had a towel placed over her shoulders, her hair still really wet despite the brisk towel dry that she had given it. “I don't suppose you possess a hair-dryer?” “No, sorry,” he replied. “Here, sit down and I'll keep rubbing it dry for you.” “Patting it,” she correctly, smiling to him. “If you keep rubbing it, it will go frizzy.” He chuckled and moved his chair behind hers. “Ok then, I'll be good and pat it.” James took the towel from her shoulders and gently began easing the moisture out. “Pass me your comb Emilia, I'll make sure it doesn't get tangled.” “I could get used to this,” she sighed, leaning back for him. “You have beautiful hair,” James commented. “Have you always had it this long?” “No, I had it all cut off when I was about twenty-three, hated it, so grew it out again.” “It must take a lot of looking after.” “It's not so bad.” She leaned further back, finding comfort in James' tending of her hair, unaware that James had a perfect view of her ample cleavage, which was unhidden by a bra. “There you go,” he said a short while later. “That's a lot better; the heat will soon dry the rest of it.” He remained with his chair behind her, waiting for his erection to subside. “Do you want me to hang the towel out or put it in the wash?” “Don't worry about it,” he stuttered, “I'll do it in a minute.” “Can I help you to prepare the food then, whatever it is?” James chuckled. “Ah it isn't anything exciting; frozen chicken kievs, peas and new potatoes.” She leaned back again and whispered to him. “They'd be better if they weren't frozen James.” “Ha ha! Very funny.” James put the kievs in the oven and Emilia called the number of the information line that James had written down. “Oh fuck!” “What's up Em?” “The stupid buggers have severed the electric cables when sorting out the burst water main; they're going to be working on it overnight. That means I'll have to turn up at the office tomorrow in the same suit,” she said angrily. “I'll try and organise an hotel room.” “Don't be silly, you can stay here,” James insisted. “No, I'll find somewhere.” “No you won't,” insisted James, staring into her hazel, almond shaped eyes, and wagging a finger at her. “You, young lady, are staying, and that is all that there is to it. If I have to, I will lock all the doors and hide your car keys, only I don't really wanna do that, ya know.” “I get the message,” she smiled. “I'll have to get my jacket out of the boot of my car though; it needs to be hung up.” “You go and get it and I'll show you to your room, and I'll make the bed for you, after we've eaten.” “You give me the bedding and I'll sort it out.” “Ok, as a compromise, we'll do it together.” What Emilia didn't appreciate when she made the offer was that James would be very distracted; his eyes continually being drawn to her breasts, her flimsy top doing nothing to hide her 'attributes'. His best efforts did nothing to disguise his erection, discomfort or embarrassment. Emilia was torn between finding it amusing, feeling sorry for James' discomfort, being self conscious, yet also, wanting to tease him. “I'm sorry to put you out,” she said attempting to stifle her giggles. “I'll try to remember not to go to the bathroom inappropriately attired.” “Oh erm, don't worry about it. My bedroom has an adjoining bathroom, so I won't, kinda like, see you.” “I'll bet you have never had to accommodate your assistant like this before?” She leaned over the bed, shifting her shoulders to make her breasts jiggle, loving the way that James blushed and tried to look everywhere but at her. “Er no, my personal assistants have never been so erm, personal,” he said hesitantly, feeling flustered. “Erm, shall we go and have a bottle, I mean glass of wine?” “Before we do, stay there a minute,” she said, moving to his side of the room, next to the bed. “You have something on your face.” Frantically he rubbed at his face. “Have I got it?” “Nope, close your eyes for a minute; you've got stuff on your eyelashes and I don't want to poke you in your eyes.” James closed his eyes, not particularly convinced that he was doing the right thing. He sighed when her small, soft, delicate hands were placed against his cheeks, gently stroking them. “Keep your eyes closed a minute.” “What is it? Haven't you gotten it...” Emilia's kiss silenced him, the only sound from James was the growl from deep in his throat. He opened his mouth, his tongue touching hers. “I am so, so pleased that I bugged Martin to let you be my personal assistant,” James grinned, wrapping his arms around her. “You asked him?” she said with surprise. “Strange that because I've been pestering him for ages to let me do the job.” “And how personal will you be?” “How personal do you want?” “How about this personal,” he said, guiding her smoothly onto the bed and kissing her. End. <<< Melody's stories |