"Behave yourself." I spoke sternly. I then released the pressure of my hips from Isabelle's small frame and strutted towards my room.
I'm not going to lie here, I'm fairly happy with myself. Definitely played the innocent act well before being the real Liam. She seems startled and scared, exactly the reaction I wanted. However, she isn't really my type. I don't normally go after girls like her.
Isabelle is about my height, a little shorter maybe. Her frame is small and doesn't have any popping features besides her long legs. Her platinum blonde hair is pinned atop her head in a nice bun while her face doesn't show any trace of makeup besides the little mascara causing her green eyes to contrast against the blackness. She seems classy though, dressed in a navy blue blazer with a white collared undershirt, paired with white flats and a navy knee length skirt. A thin black belt was looped around her middle giving the image that she had some curves. Like I said, not my type.
"Ready?" I walked back into the hall quickly pulling my act again. Isabelle was still stood in the same spot looking like a deer in headlights.
"Yeah. All packed?" She breathed while pushing herself from the wall and straightening out her outfit.
"Yep! And I went over the check list too. I've got all my papers and what not." I spoke whilst heading for the living room. Isabelle followed silently behind me.
"Okay the car is here that'll take us to the airport. Then we fly to New York." She spoke while putting her belongings in her purse and quickly walking towards the door. I just nodded and headed after her. This is going to be fun.
"Where will we be meeting the boys?" I questioned as we rode down the elevator.
"You don't get to see them till tomorrow at the signing."
"Hmm. K." I sighed.
Yeah, I put on an act most of them time but I still care about my band mates. They were good lads. The brothers I never had. Even though the don't know me any farther than puppy dog Liam. They don't need to know anywho. Its better off that way.
I walked up to the hotel front desk with Isabelle. I tried to catch my breath while she spoke to the receptionist. For being as small as she is, she meant business and was a fast little thing.
"Hi, Payne and Landon please. Reservations were made before hand." Isabelle spoke cooly.
"Room 401. Fourth floor." The receptionist handed her two cards.
"Oh. Um no. No no. Actually there's supposed to be two rooms. It says right here." Isabelle pointed to something on a sheet of paper, probably the reservation receipt.
"My apologies ma'am but we only have one room under.. Liam Payne." The lady spoke.
"Well can I please get another room?" She argued back flopping her credit card on the counter ahead of her.
"Sorry, we're booked. Its either room 401 or nothin'."
Isabelle just scoffed and headed towards the elevator. I barely made it through the doors before we were off. The slow rise to the fourth floor was silent before she spoke up.
"Are you hungry? Dinner? My treat?" Her soft eyes met mine, making my brain stop for a minute. I quickly shook myself free of my stupidity.
"Yeah, sure." I mumbled as the doors opened.
Isabelle scanned the card over the little magnetic box on the front of the door. It beeped and turned green indicating we could go in. As we walked in, Isabelle dropped her bags and sighed. I looked to where her gaze was falling. One bed. And a small one at that.
"I'll take the bathtub." Her attitude bit the awkward air.
"Don't be ridiculous. We can manage." I sighed.
Women. So pathetic sometimes.
Isabelle gave me a harsh look before shrugging and bending down. She tugged out a tshirt and jeans from her bag before heading to the loo. I sat back and looked through a little leaflet of restaurants nearby. I then tugged on a hoodie and sunglasses and waited near the door for Isabelle to finish.
By the time we got back to the hotel, it was 10 o'clock. I was dead tired and dreading waking up and having to deal with screaming teenage girls in the morning. I brushed my teeth before walking out into the main room. Isabelle slid past me, slamming the bathroom door behind her.
I decided over dinner I was probably gonna murder her. She was sweetly innocent, all while having such a sassy attitude it pissed me off. And to think I have to fucking deal with her everyday from now until she quits or gets fired. Which ever comes first. I quickly climbed into bed and flipped out the light. My eyelids fluttering closed within minutes, sleep over taking my mind and body.
I stirred awake and glanced at the clock. 3am. 3 hours till I gotta wake up. I really needed to pee so I drug myself out of bed and to the restroom. I stumbled blindly to the toilet pushing off my boxers and relieving myself. As I flushed, I noticed a dark figure behind the shower curtain. Did she seriously sleep in the bathtub? I peeled back the shower curtain and sure enough, the bitch was asleep wrapped in some towels. I shook my head and started to walk out leaving her to the cool white porcelain. As I neared the bed however, I felt a twinge of pain in my stomach. Fuck.
Sighing, I walked back into the bathroom and wrapped my arms around Isabelle's frame. She was light in my arms and her skin was terribly cold. I quickly brought her to bed and laid her beneath the blankets on the little side adjacent to where I was sleeping.
I don't know what came over me but as after I flipped out the light, I pulled her body to mine and held her while rubbing her cool skin hoping to transmit some heat. I tried to convince myself it was just a brotherly instinct as I drifted off and that this girl wasn't getting under the thick skin Id acquired.
I woke up stretching out before feeling a stirring beside me. I glanced over and saw Isabelle, remembering I'd brought her here last night. What an idiot I am. I quickly got out of bed and readied myself for the day.
The next months went by quickly, Isabelle not saying a word about our first day and night together except for a mumbled thanks for saving her from the bathtub.
She'd really taken a load of my shoulders but also put a load on. Simon had gotten the stupid idea to let her rent out the spare room in my flat which she agreed to. She had broken up with her boyfriend and left the house to him I guess. Also, since we were in constant contact and travel, I hadn't fucked since the little ginger awhile back.
Isabelle had wormed her way farther under my skin, allowing me to warm up to her. I really don't know what it was but I guess I kinda liked her. She wasn't like most girls.
God, what the fuck am I saying? She was still an annoying bitch who had clearly gotten comfortable with me as well because, speak of the devil, she came in my room dressed in some "spandex" and a baggy shirt.
"Alcohol my friend! Your single just went platinum in 23 countries!" She beamed, pushing a glass of something my way.
"What the fuck is this?" I shot her a questioning look. And since when are we friends? Well.. I guess we are. We've had a few good times and she was cool just annoying sometimes.
"Vodka." She smiled, downing her glass.
Too many shots later, I was sprawled across the couch while Isabelle was giggling uncontrollably in front of the fireplace. A few minutes passed before Isabelle fell silent. Then an awkward silence. I smiled, my brain fuzzy.
"Liam?" Her voice sounded through my living room, a shy tone to it.
"Hmm?" I pondered. She hardly ever asked questions.
"Remember what you told me the first day I came here?" I blinked trying to remember before it came to me. "In the hallway." She tried again.
"Yeah, I member. Why?" I sat up on my elbows now, peering at the blonde haired girl faced away from me.
"I..I-I want you to show me.. What you meant.. When you said you don't make love."
I almost choked on my spit.
"Excuse me?" I met her green eyes that shyly shone against the blaze of the fire.
"I.. Nothing. It was stupid. I'm going to bed. Night Mr. Payne." she mumbled while pushing herself up from the rug and walking away.
My mouth continues to hang open as I watch her quickly scurry away, blonde hair flowing and hips swaying. I leaned back and thought through what just happened. As I replayed the moment her shy voice asked me to basically fuck her, a stirring rose in my jeans.
This wasn't happening. She's my assistant. She's not my type. She's not getting under my skin. I don't want her.
I tried to convince myself of all these things as I got up and walked to her bedroom door before pushing it open.
Isabelle was tucked under the blankets reading a book when her timid gaze met mine. As I strode closer to the foot of her bed what was happening must of clicked in her head as her eyes darkened slightly.
I pulled the book out of her hands and flung it across the room. I tugged the blankets off her body and pulled her up before slamming her against the wall and kissing her pink lips hard and gingerly. The few whimpers she shed along the way only turning me on more. Now, let's just hope she's a good fuck.
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