Notes: I wrote this for a guy I know. There's a slight, very slight, fanfic reference...
World renowned actress and author Katia Thomas will be arriving in Montreal today. A victim of a stalker who broke and entered her Hollywood home less than a month ago, a tight security contingent has been established around Ms Thomas.
"Kat darling," her manager said, "I'd like you to meet the boys who'll be responsible for your safety. The blondes are Jason and Jeff. Baldy here is Steve, the giant's Andrew and the one with the brown hair here is the one you'll be closest to you during shooting, his name's Keith."
Katia nodded at all five men, her eyes drifting over to the one who would be closest to her. She smiled. She wouldn't mind having him close to her at all.
Keith watched Katia as she waited outside her hotel room while Jason and Jeff made the preliminary sweep. Tonight was their last night in the hotel. Tomorrow, they'd be moving to a quiet house in the West Island where he'd have an easier time maintaining the security parameter. Today, she was tired, he could see that in her whole body. Her neck hurt, he could tell from the way she could turn her head this way and that, trying to loosen it. And her bad knee was acting up. She'd been favoring it all day. And from the way he saw her jaw move under her skin, she was fighting a vicious migraine.
"Clear," Jason and Jeff said, coming out of the suite.
"Thank you," she whispered, smiling at them.
The guys shook their heads at her. They always did. She was so compulsively polite. Most Hollywood stars were conceited sons of bitches and they treated their security like crap. She always said her pleases and thank you, even smiling at them and joking with them.
"We're on the door," Jason said. "We'll call you when Steve and Andrew get here."
"Cool."
Keith closed and locked the door behind him and watched Katia drop her bag on the ground next to the couch before sinking into it.
"You okay?" he asked her before going over to the windows and double-checking them.
"I'm fine. Just tired."
"How many times did they make you do that take? Seven times?"
"Nine. It's not so much that I minded that. It was the time I had in between. It went to waste."
"Not for the kids for who you signed the autographs."
Kat shrugged. She didn't mind that. She minded not being able to get close to anyone anymore. She minded that right now, this man, this handsome with the dark blue eyes she'd met just a few days ago was the closest person to her, the only who touched her for real.
"That's cool," she whispered, lying down on the couch, putting her head down on a large cushion before toeing off her running shoes. "Where's the remote?"
"There you go."
Katia took the remote from Keith, trying to ignore the heat from his fingers. She turned on the TV and started flicking through the channels.
Keith sat in a chair next to her, watching her as she dozed off, the remote sliding out of her fingers to land on the plush carpet. Gently, he took off the cap covering her long hair and covered her body with a light blanket.
Kat came awake on the couch, her head resting on the warmest pillow while gentle fingers soothed the ache in her neck. She started to sit up and realized it was a body that was pressed against hers. She sat up quickly and retreated to the other end of the couch.
"Keith?"
"Your neck seemed like it was hurting," he explained, "I was just giving it a little massage."
"Oh."
"I know I'm not supposed to but I didn't know if you wanted me to call a masseuse and you looked like it was hurting and..."
"Keith, Keith, it's okay."
"No," he whispered, shaking his head as he got up, "it's not. You're my charge and I'm supposed to protect you, not..."
Katia moved forward and put her hand on his chest, smiling at him.
"It felt good. Thank you very much."
Keith smiled at her. Then his eyes drifted down to the hand pressing against his heart, followed the long brown column to her curved shoulder then into the valley of her breasts exposed by her tight tank top. His breath caught but not before his hand followed her arm until his fingers were caressing the top of her breasts.
"Keith," came Steve's voice from the door with the three distinctive knocks. "We're here."
"All right," Keith said, his tone all business. "I'll be right there."
He got up from the couch quickly and went to the door to speak to Steve.
Katia sat on the couch, a bit dumbfounded at Jeff came back into the room.
"I'm supposed to stay with you while Jason and Keith tell Steve and Andrew a few things."
"OK. Uh, I'm going to take a bath."
By the time Keith came back into the room, the smell of Kat's bathgel filled the whole suite. It was a good smell which reminded him of his very first crush, on his high school history teacher, Mrs. Hudon. She had a crisp French accent when she spoke English that had driven him bonkers for the whole year. He'd passed to impress her.
"Katia?" he asked, knocking on the bathroom door.
"I'm taking a bath."
"Jeff told me. I just wanted to let you know I was back."
"OK."
"I'll wait for you in the bedroom."
Keith sat at the desk in her bedroom after drawing the curtains and picked up some reports he was supposed to look over. But his employees' words kept on turning into various parts of Katia's anatomy, driving him insane with lust.
When she came out of the bathroom, her hair in a loose ponytail above her head, her body wrapped in a thick terry cloth robe, Keith looked up and was faced with the languorously inviting look on her face.
"Uh, Katia," he said, "I can't work with you anymore."
"Excuse me?"
"I just can't."
"Why?" she asked, coming up to him and looking up at him.
Keith's eyes drifted down to her and found himself staring down at her unfettered breasts, warm from her hot bath, nipples probably still rock hard from their exposition to the air when she came out of the tub.
Without saying a word, he picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed and laid her down upon it, undoing the sash at her waist. She shrugged out of the robe, leaving her body bare for his perusal.
Keith was barely able to keep himself from covering her body with his and fucking her until they both went blind from it. But already, Kat was on the move, running her foot over his ever-growing crotch while she struggled to take off his shirt.
"Taking off your robe was easy," he told her, moving off the bed, "getting me naked might take a little longer."
"Then do it. I want you..."
Her words hung in the air, pregnant, urging Keith to move faster until he was naked. Instead of covering her body with his, he moved to the foot of the bed and started laying gentle kisses along both of her legs. She twitched nervously at his careful touch and went into an arching spasm when his tongue reached the honey pot between her legs. Without her realizing it, Katia was spread wide open to Keith's moth where he feasted like a king, paying quite a lot of attention to the most precious of jewels, which had her coming over and over again until her throat was sore from crying out her pleasure.
Then, he moved his body on top of hers, covering her and coming into her all at once. The feel of him in her, pulsating, firing each one of her most sensitive nerve endings separately sent Kat into a series of orgasms that made her feel like she was, for the very first time, seeing life in living color. As for Keith, Kat's enthusiastic response, the tightening of the velvet glove of her body along his length did him in.
Katia lay in Keith's arms, spoon fashion, his arms tight around hers, feeling safer than ever.
"How about I fire you?" she whispered with a smile.
"Fire me?"
"Yep. Have Jason be my personal bodyguard."
"And what will I do?"
"You'll be my lover," she explained, before turning around in his arms, her fingers quickly going to the growing length already rising again between his legs.