A-Hole to A-List (PR Girls & Instalove 1)

I was surprised when it didn’t open. Keying the pad again, it still didn’t work. Going back to the first door, Jenna raised an eyebrow at me.

“Terry is always changing the security codes,” I explained.

Tapping in the code at the door we just came through from outside, my password was denied, and that door wouldn’t open now. It must have double-locked during the reset. We were stuck in the corridor.

“Dammit,” I muttered. “He probably updated the codes when we were halfway through. I’ll text him.” Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick message, then looked up to give Jenna a reassuring smile.

Her back was against the wall, eyes wide, hands shaking. The hallway we were stuck in was at least fifteen feet long and four feet wide, but from her frantic, wild eyes, she clearly was panicking.

“Jenna,” I said gently, “Are you claustrophobic?”

She nodded, her shoulder bag hitting the ground as it slipped off. “I can’t…” She muttered, then stopped. Her chest was rising and falling too quickly, her breathing jerky.

I moved to stand in front of her, but not too close, taking her hand and gently stroking her palm. “Slow breathing. We won’t be stuck here more than ten to twenty minutes, I promise.”

She nodded, her bright blue eyes wide, but she couldn’t seem to get a full breath. Although I was worried that she was distraught, I couldn’t help noticing that the slight flush across her cheeks was so pretty. The way she stared at me was magnetic.

“What can I do?” I asked.

Jenna opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. In a sudden flash, I wondered if a shock would help. In old movies, they used to slap hysterical people, which forced them to take a sharp breath.

Now, there was no way I would slap this beautiful girl, but there was indeed one other way I could give her a complete shock to the nervous system. It was too forward, but it was also a fast way to find out if I had a chance with her.

Snaking my arm around her waist, I pulled her against me, bringing our mouths almost together. “I’ve wanted to kiss you from the second I saw you,” I whispered. “Tell me to stop, Jenna.”

Her breathing slowed down, deeper, but still raspy. Then her head shook back and forth slightly.

“No? You don’t want me to stop?” I asked.

My heart was galloping, my fingers tightening on her back as I pulled us closer together.

Her hand slipped around my shoulder, pulling me in a split second before our lips met. The heavenly pressure of her soft mouth on mine gave me an electric thrill that ran up my spine.

Before I knew what was happening, I had her shirt untucked so I could caress the silky skin across her back, holding her entire body against mine as I feasted on her luscious lips. Her soft moan brought my cock to instant attention. I couldn’t stop myself from pressing against her as she backed toward the wall.

“Tell me to stop, Jenna,” I murmured, sliding my hand down to grip her round ass firmly. She was kissing me back just as passionately, making us both gasp with desire.

“Please…” She breathed, her fingers swirling in the back of my hair as her breasts crushed against my chest.

“Please take you right here in this hallway?” I chuckled, skimming my lips down her throat. “I swear I might.”

“Yes,” she moaned as I found a spot in the nook of her collarbone that seemed to drive her wild. From her tiny, choked noises, I had to guess that she’d not been with a man in a long time, if ever.

That thought made my shaft throb against her hip bone. To be the first one to taste her, to know her. Hear her lose control.

Kissing her lips again, I marveled at her sweetness as she clung to me desperately. I honestly wondered if I could turn the cameras off remotely, but then realized that would freak Terry out if he noticed. More importantly, such a precious girl deserved far better than a quickie in a hallway for her first time. Or even if it wasn’t her first time, for our first time together.

Placing one hand in the center of her chest, I could feel her heart racing. “Are you still panicking, or is that for me?”

“I...” She jumped back with a gasp, shoving her hands against my chest. Once I realized she was trying to move me, I stepped away. “Did you kiss me just so that I’d stop hyperventilating?”

“Well, I really wanted to anyway, and that seemed a good excuse to be unprofessional.”

“You asshole,” she hissed. Then her eyes flew wide, her hand slapping over her mouth. “I’m sorry – I should never have said that.”

Reaching for her shoulder, she flinched away. Dammit, I’d already scared her off. “I’m sorry, Jenna. You didn’t tell me to stop, then you lunged for me. I thought–”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s over,” she snapped. “Please get us out of here.”