Page 8 of Rockstar Untamed
As she drove home, Sailor’s thoughts were in turmoil. Bodhi was kind, generous, funny and smart, but there was certainly a little control freak in him. Did she really want that in her life again? As she opened the door to her tiny apartment, she sighed. She didn’t really have a choice, did she?
And besides, she was excited about the job, as well as spending time with Bodhi and Tim. She’d seen the pain in the little boy’s eyes, reflected in his fathers who was unable to reach him. If she could help bring them together…
What? What’s in it for you?She closed her eyes.I just want to feel useful. That I’ve made a difference, however small.Her mind flitted back to when Bodhi’s hands were on her bare shoulders. The feelings that had flooded through her were unexpected and scary.Desire.Sailor tried to push the thoughts away as she stripped down and stepped into her shower, but she couldn’t help but fantasize that Bodhi was in the shower with her, stroking her clit, kissing her mouth, his big arms around her, holding, protecting, loving. Her own hand snaked down and began to caress herself, masturbation had been a sin back in the commune, especially for the ‘chosen bride’, who was meant to save herself for Bartholomew. Which was why, at twenty-four, Sailor was still a virgin.A goddamned virgin,she thought angrily.
Sailor gritted her teeth for a second then returned to her fantasy. She would stroke Bodhi’s cock until it was rigid and proud against his belly and then he would take her, impaling her on his cock, and fucking her hard until she was screaming his name.
Sailor’s body was trembling all over as she stroked herself into an orgasm, picturing Bodhi’s beautiful face smiling down at her and whispering her name again and again.
A few miles away, Bodhi lay naked on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, his own mind whirling with desire, doubt, temptation. Sailor was his responsibility now, and he could not,wouldnot take advantage of her, no matter how much he couldn’t stop thinking about her smooth caramel skin, her dark eyes, that wave of soft hair almost to her waist. He could not compromise their working relationship; Sailor needed this job. It didn’t matter how much he pictured her slowly stripping her clothes off, her large firm breasts, the curve of her waist, the deep hollow of her navel and that place between her legs that he so much wanted to taste.
No.There was a fragility to Sailor that he did not quite understand, and he would not be that guy anymore, the one who fucked around and didn’t think of the other person.No. Sailor was his employee and, more than that, his friend. Whatever damage she had, he would help her heal from, as much as she would let him. He got the impression that she hated to be told what to do. Maybe he had pushed it a little far with the car, tonight. But he had been thinking about ways to thank her all evening, and when he thought of the Thunderbird, it fitted her aesthetic so well, it seemed natural.
Bodhi rolled over on his side and tried to fall asleep.Stop thinking about her…
Stop.
He didn’t fall asleep until it was nearly dawn – and he didn’t stop dreaming about Sailor.
Sailor felt her heart in her mouth as she drove excitedly up the driveway in the Thunderbird. First day of work. She and Bodhi were going to figure out a schedule for the next six months and then she could finally get started on her new career.
She pulled up to the door and got out. It was hot today and a fine sheen of sweat covered her as she left the air-conditioned car and knocked on the door.
A few seconds later, the door swung open and Bodhi grinned at her. “I forgot to give you a key, didn’t I? Hey there, kiddo, first day.” He kissed her cheek, and she blushed, grinning back. “Come have some coffee before we start.”
He led her into the kitchen and Sailor felt her heart sink as she saw there was someone else there. A beautiful woman, no, strike that, aGoddess, stood chatting with Tim and sipping a mug of tea. She looked up and smiled at Sailor as they entered the room. She had long chestnut hair, straight down past her shoulders, and big friendly hazel eyes, almond-shaped. Sailor half-smiled back, unsure of what to feel.Jealous. That’s what you are, admit it. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind.
Bodhi introduced them. “Sailor, this is Soleil, now that’s not going to get confusing, is it?” He laughed. “Soleil is an old friend, my best friend, Claudio’s sister.”
Soleil put down her mug and came to give Sailor a hug. Her smile was genuine, her manner relaxed. “Ciao, BellaSailor,” she said in her broken English accent. “I’ve heard good things about you from these two. I’m very glad to meet you.”
Sailor, warming to her, hugged her back. “And I, you. Hey, Tim,” she said over Soleil’s shoulder, and Tim waved his cereal spoon at her, his mouth full.
Soleil released her, but stood with her arm around Sailor’s waist. “Now, before you start your job, let me warn you. Bodhi is an inveterate flirt. Don’t let him run rings around you.” She said it in a jokey tone, but Sailor knew she was telling her the truth and grinned at her boss. “I figured.”
Soleil squeezed her. “Good girl. I’ll get you some coffee.”
“Thanks.”
Bodhi waved her towards a seat then glared at his old friend in mock-anger. “Don’t put her off me on her first day, Solly. Besides I don’t flirt witheveryone.”
Solly snorted as she handed Sailor a mug of coffee. “You even flirt with me, and I’m practically your sister.”
“Never worked though, did it?”
“I have taste. Besides, my heart belongs to another.”
“Beyonce?”
“That’s the one.”
Sailor watched their playful banter, still a little envious of how easily they could joke with each other, but also seeing how platonic their relationship was. Tim was watching them too, even smiling at the teasing Soleil was giving his father.
Soleil left soon after, giving Sailor another hug. “Despite everything I tease him about, he’s a good man,” she said to Sailor, “I’m sure you’ll love working for him. Sailor, do you know many people in L.A.? Bodhi said you’ve only been here for six months.”
Sailor shook her head. “No-one. Unless you could call the clerk at the Seven Eleven a friend.”
Soleil dug a pristine business card out from her purse. “Well, now you know someone new. Anytime you need some girl time, call me.”
