Hollywood Stardust Supporting Roles - Wilson and Giselle Read online

  “I’m there.” The burning engulfed her as he burrowed deep inside her and let go. Their climax hit at the same time, and they both yelled out as the bliss encompassed them.

  As they caught their breath, she collapsed against him, the last few ripples of her orgasm fading away. “Now, that’s a first date.”

  “Giselle, I didn’t want you to think I was this kind of guy.” He combed his fingers through her hair.

  “What kind of guy?” At his statement, she sat up.

  “The kind that has sex in a car. I didn’t even take you out yet.” He gave her a light kiss.

  “Well, what do you think of me? I just had sex in a car, and all I want to do now is go inside and polish off that chocolate with you.” In her own way, she had to make him see this was exactly what she wanted. “Why shouldn’t we have sex in the car if we want to? It was amazing.”

  “The best.” He gave her another kiss. “I’ve never had sex in a car before.”

  “Well, then I’m happy to be the one to pop your car cherry.” Though she wondered how car sex never happened for him.

  “It was a magnificent first time.” A vibration radiated out from him.

  “Are you trying to tell me something?” When another round of vibrations took over his lower half, she looked down between them.

  “Let me make sure everything is okay. Then we’ll clean up and I’ll take you out.” He struggled to get his phone out of his pocket without disturbing them.

  Rather than fight the battle of the phone, she untangled her limbs from him and returned to her seat. The man was dead set on some by the book date.

  At last, he got to his phone. “Hello.”

  She straightened out her dress, hoping they could just opt for the chocolate and maybe a drive. The weird silence that happened when someone disconnected from an experience and delved into real life took over the car. All she could do was sit there and stare straight ahead at the fogged up windows waiting to see what was going on. Right here was the perfect example of why things needed to remain light and fun. Had this been Ivy, she would have been overly concerned about what was happening.

  “I see. Fine. I’ll be there.” He hit end on the phone and turned to her.

  Of course, there was always the possibility he got what he wanted out of the date and now wanted to bolt. Then again, she got what she wanted, but she didn’t want the night to end. With her fingertip, she drew her signature G in the moisture on the window.

  “I had some friends doing some installations on the booths, and there’s an issue with electricity and a whole mess.” He shook his head and took her hand.

  “Well, I understand.” At receiving the non-descript work excuse, she pulled away, happy she didn’t get in too deep. Her theory was proven yet again. “I’ll see you around.” No doubt when he wanted sex, he would call. She may or may not answer.

  “No.” He reclaimed her hand. “I don’t want tonight to end. I want to be with you. Can we just check out the club really fast and then we’ll go out?”

  Torn between wanting to tell him to go, wanting him to stay, and wanting chocolate, she opened the car door. “Let me change and let’s not forget the chocolate.” First dates sucked, but orgasms were better when they were shared.

  * * * *

  GISELLE MIGHT BE THE ONLY GIRL on the planet, possibly the universe, who didn’t bitch and complain at the mention of him having to go check on his business rather than go out.

  In fact, she may also be the only person who wanted sex before a date and wanted chocolate for dinner.

  He glanced over at her beauty as he turned into his parking lot. Her blonde hair glowed in the streetlights giving her a halo of sorts.

  She glanced over at him and raised her eyebrows. “Do you have any more of those nuts? They’ll go perfect with the chocolate, and something else.”

  Though he’d recently experienced an orgasm of epic proportions, the burn Giselle mentioned before could definitely be stoked.

  Who was he kidding? He was totally and utterly taken by the little vixen who’d entered his life twenty-four hours ago. For once, his brother’s business brought him something wonderful and amazing. He parked the car and continued to stare at her.

  “What are you looking at?” She giggled.

  Never before had he experienced this total comfort around someone, especially someone of the opposite sex and someone he just met. They just fit, and he wondered if she felt the same thing. He opened his mouth to ask, but stopped.

  “Wilson.” She touched her hair. “What are you looking at?”

  “I think that’s obvious.” Everything about her was luscious.

  “Do I look all right to meet your friends?” With wide eyes she straightened up in her seat.

  “I’m afraid my friends won’t be looking at anything else.” Since he met her, he’d been acting on impulse, and right now his impulse told him to kiss her. He gave her a light kiss more than a peck, just enough to taste her strawberry flavored lip gloss. Talk about a taste sensation. “You are delicious.”

  “The best is yet to come. I hope.” After dropping her hint, she opened the car door and hopped out.

  “Holy mother of god.” His mouth watered. Didn’t every guy want a girl who was blatant about what she wanted? Maybe not Logan. Logan wanted a girl where he could take the lead. Not that it mattered. Wilson wanted a girl who made innuendos and wasn’t shy about what she wanted. Instead of sitting here in the car comparing his sex life to his brother’s, he got out and rushed behind Giselle, putting his arm around her waist as he let them both in the back.

  The sounds of construction greeted them, the bang of the hammer, a buzz of a saw and some rock music in the background.

  “Sounds productive.” Giselle took his hand and weaved her way through the kitchen to the main room.

  They were met with a complete mess. Booths that were once in place by the walls were now in the middle of the room, chairs were piled up on tables and everything that had a spot seemed displaced. What happened to his bar?

  “What happened to Wilson’s bar?” Giselle marched right into the thick of things and put her hands on her hips.

  Ian and Ned, two of his friends and workers looked up at her. Actually, looked her over, and that was his cue to rush across the space and join her. Fine, he did the possessive move where he put his arm around her. “What’s happened to my bar?”

  Giselle tapped him, stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “I just asked that, but by the looks of things, they messed something up.”

  Her logic did have a certain…logic.

  At last, Ian spoke up. “We were finishing up the installation of the booths.”

  “Then what are they doing in the middle of the room?” Again, Giselle asked the pertinent question.

  He let his hand travel down her waist to her backside.

  “The booth is supposed to go here, and we need an outlet here as well.” Ian stood.

  “Let me see.” She stepped around Ian, went to Ned and stared down at him. With a tilt of her head, she bent down, nodded and then straightened up and examined the booth. “The solution is quite simple.”

  “We were just going to put a table and chairs here instead.” Ian furrowed his brow.

  Once more, before Wilson could open his mouth, she took over.

  “No, that will ruin the whole look of the joint.” She giggled and spun around to him. “Joint, get it? Like in the 1920s”

  All he could do was nod and watch.

  “Then what would you suggest, little lady?” Ian used a western accent.

  “Do you think I’m a bimbo?” She skipped over to Wilson and grabbed his arm. “That’s totally the wrong era.”

  Ian shrugged.

  “What do you think?” Ned spoke up.

  “Just cut a little hole in the bottom of the booth, run the wires through a conduit and make the outlet in the side of the booth. Then once it’s all in place we can plug a lamp in there, or people can use it
to charge their phones.” She jumped and faced him, a huge smile gracing her beautiful face. “I think that would be really swell.”

  “That’s an excellent idea.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Let me guess, you worked for a contractor?”

  “I worked for an electrician. It was during my building phase. I worked for the plumber, the electrician and the carpenter.” She shook her head. “Oh, by the way, did the plumbing get finished?”

  “Yes, earlier.” Unable to resist, he leaned down and gave her a kiss. Also, the act firmly sealed the fact she was taken to the other testosterone laden men in his joint. “I need to put you on the payroll.”

  “Interesting thought.” As if getting what he was going for, she wrapped one leg around his, put her arms around his neck and gave him a deep kiss, complete with tongue.

  “I have some other thoughts.” He hadn’t sported this many erections in a twenty-four hour period since he could remember, especially erections with potential. “And the thoughts include your gorgeous gams.”

  She slid her lips up to his ear. “Then let’s get rid of the buzz kills who don’t know all the hip to the jive talk and we’ll go make whoopee.”

  “Do as she says.” He motioned toward his friends and focused on Giselle.

  “Yeah, go make some whoopee.” Ned laughed. “Sex and letting loose agrees with you.”

  Yes, he was utterly taken by the beautiful tomato in his arms, she defied every rule and made some of her own. She was the proverbial bee’s knees.

  Chapter Three

  “BYE!” GISELLE WAVED TO IVY, collected her purse, her briefcase and her sunglasses.

  “Wait, wait, wait.” Still in her same vintage 1940s pink bathrobe she’d owned since college, Ivy dashed into the tiny living room of their apartment. “Did you get another job?”

  Ivy might be her best friend and her roommate, but she wasn’t her mommy. Giselle narrowed her eyes and turned toward the mother hen. “Have you had sex with Logan yet?”

  “What does that have to do with your job?” Ivy crossed her arms.

  “Exactly.” She lifted her chin.

  “Come on.” Ivy did the thing where she pursed her lips.

  “Fine.” No man or woman could resist the pursed lips. Thank god, she became immune in junior high. “Everything will work out. I have a job, and I’ll see you later.” Without wanting to explain further, she patted Ivy’s head, spun on her heel and left.

  She got in her car, turned up her music and made her way to Hollywood. At this time of day, after the morning rush hour, there was little traffic and within the timespan of five of her favorite songs du jour, she arrived at Wilson’s Bar.

  Lucky for her, Wilson lived above the bar and his car was in his spot. She slid into the space next to his, wondering if she should ask him if she could have her name painted on the slot. Maybe she needed to work there a little more first.

  Before getting out of the car, she checked her reflection in the mirror and grabbed her things. Satisfied she was ready for this undertaking, she got out and went right to the back door, no doubt the employee’s entrance, and knocked.

  Yes, she might have had sex with her new boss multiple times, but now she wanted to appear professional, and she straightened up, jutted her chest out and held her briefcase firmly by her side. She waited for quite some time and then knocked again.

  At last, the door opened, and she stopped herself from smiling at a disheveled Wilson in a pair of sweats and a tight t-shirt, his hair askew, a little stubble and no shoes.

  “You look the same after we have sex, except naked.” She let out a laugh.

  “Did I forget a day date or something? I thought we were going out tonight.” He rubbed his hand over his face and stepped back, motioning for her to come inside.

  “Oh, we’re going out tonight. I just wanted to hit the ground running.” As she passed him, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You’re cute when you just wake up.”

  “Well, we could both still be sleeping if you stayed here like I asked you to.” He shut the door and stumbled over to the coffeemaker.

  Staying there smacked of a little too much relationship for her. “I didn’t mean to wake you, but I didn’t have a key and didn’t know what time to be here.”

  “You’re always welcome here.” His voice came out strained from yawning, and he leaned on the counter.

  She joined him at the coffeemaker, poured him a mug, handed it to him and patted his back. “Go do whatever you do, and I’ll get started. Maybe when you’re ready we can have a meeting and go over some of my ideas.”

  After taking a big gulp, he nodded. “Have some coffee, and give me a few, I’ll be right back.”

  “Okay.” Once more she kissed him. It was just too much fun. “Is it all right if I kiss you in this setting?”

  “Babe, you can kiss me in any setting.” He gave her another kiss, took his coffee, and waved as he went back up the stairs.

  Thus far, their arrangement worked perfectly. Humming a little tune, she took her drink and her items and went to the front room. She set up for her meeting, getting her monogrammed pad out with her notes and setting out several writing implements.

  No sooner had she plugged her phone into the outlet on the side of the booth than the thing rang. A quick glance at the caller ID revealed it was Ivy’s mom. Though she didn’t want to take personal calls at work, she was ready and still waiting for Wilson to get started. “Hola momma.”

  “How are you Elle? Working?” Ivy’s mom’s parental voice filled her ear. While Ivy’s mom was the type that lived in a house, baked cookies and did homework, Giselle’s own mother was the one who went shopping and lived in a spa. The woman actually lived inside a spa. Seriously. Both types of moms were good.

  “Yep. I’m here now just waiting for a big meeting.” She wasn’t going to tell the woman she considered her second mother where she found employment either.

  “I called because I want you to come to the Palm Springs house this weekend, but it’s a surprise. You can’t tell Ivy.” Ivy’s mother’s tone took on a warning. “Do you understand? You can’t tell Ivy you’ll be there. I’ll just invite her for the family dinner and such.

  Geez, you let the cat out of the bag on one birthday party in high school and you are never trusted again. She frowned. Fine, she might have also mentioned Ivy’s graduation party to Ivy, but that was only because Ivy hated surprises. “I got it, I won’t say anything.”

  “All right, I’m trusting you.” Ivy’s mother made a noise into the phone. “Don’t think I forgot about the party when Ivy got her job at chargge.com.”

  “Okay, I’m guilty, but I won’t be this time.” Right, there were three times, maybe more. “What’s the occasion?”

  “I’m hedging my bets.” Mrs. Vermont chuckled into the phone. “You can bring a date. Ivy said you’re seeing someone.”

  “Now who’s telling tales out of school?” Giselle put a notepad out for Wilson.

  “Are you seeing someone?” The woman point-blank asked the question.

  “Technically, I see a lot of people.” In fact, just last night she met Wilson’s friends. “There are people all over the world.”

  Ivy’s mother sighed. “So, tell me about your new job.”

  No, she wouldn’t be suckered into telling her anything. She and Ivy were most definitely in cahoots. She wondered where cahoots was located, maybe by Area 51.

  “Giselle?” Wilson called to her from the kitchen. “Where are you?”

  Saved by the guy… the guy she was seeing. Well, once he walked into the room, he would be the next person she saw.

  “My boss is here. I have to go, text me the details. I won’t say a word. Bye!” She hit end on the call and put her phone aside. “In here!”

  The door between the kitchen and main room swung open and he entered, appearing much more put together in jeans and a button down and clean-shaven. “There you are.”

  “Look, I’m using the charging station
.” She motioned toward her creation and decided not to mention her call.

  “That’s awesome.” He joined her at the booth, picked up one of her ballpoint pens, and blinked as he tapped the pen against the pad of paper. “So, what are we meeting about?”

  “Oh, I made an agenda.” She pulled her paper closer. “First, we need to discuss the opening. I feel before we have the grand gala, we should have a soft opening just to make sure that everything is running smoothly. It can be for just friends and family. Like a practice run.”

  “Soft opening?” Once more, he blinked. “I like that idea.”

  “Maybe you should write that down.” She motioned toward the pad of paper. “I worked for three event planners, so I’ll take the helm on this.”

  “That’s great.” He wrote something down.

  “Also, being that this is a speakeasy and in Hollywood, the land of who you know, I think we need to develop a secret menu.” She turned the page on her notes. “We can have The Wilson which would be a very dirty martini and extra olives.”

  He raised his eyebrows at her.

  “I thought that was appropriate cause you can be very dirty.” She cupped her hand around her mouth and lowered her voice. “And it’s our secret.”

  “I’m happy to demonstrate my dirtiness with you anytime.” A smile took over his face and the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Maybe we need to name one The G-spot for you.”

  Her cheeks heated and she lifted her notepad for him to see. She had named her own drink the same thing. “The only thing is, I think you may be the only one able to find it.” If last night was any indication, that was true.

  “Well, we have to make that drink especially sweet.” He scooted over and kissed her neck. “I can go searching again anytime.”

  “Look at you letting loose.” As tempting as that was, they had work to get done first. “Business before pleasure.”

  “All right. Tell me the rest of the menu.” With a bit of possessiveness, he put his hand on her leg and leaned over to read her paper.

  “The Stardust can be Logan’s drink. It has to have lemon and club soda in it.” She was now privy to some of Logan’s quirks thanks to Ivy.