Description : Caressa's Knees
Bright blinding light. A sharp, rough-edged voice.
“Wake up. Wake up!”
Kyle came to alertness like a deep diver surfacing for air. He opened his eyes and closed them again with a groan. Too bright. Someone had opened the blinds, and that someone was shaking him. He wanted to throttle whoever was doing it, but he couldn’t seem to move his arms. “Damn it,” he muttered to no one in particular.
“Wake up, Kyle. God, you’re a ing mess.”
Kyle still couldn’t open his eyes, but he recognized the voice of his employer. Knew it like he knew his own face. Kyle convulsed in a cough and tried to roll over, running his fingers through his tangled hair. “What are you doing here? How did you get in?”
“The door was unlocked.”
Something in the dire tone of his voice finally registered. Kyle forced his eyes open and focused them on Jeremy Gray. How many people got shaken awake on any given morning by an angry movie star? Lucky him. Jeremy, his long time employer, looked put together and suave as always. A blue-eyed, blond-haired god, and as successful as ever, despite the fact that Kyle had been a piss-poor personal istant the last year and a half. He supposed he should count himself lucky that Jeremy hadn’t fired him months ago. Jeremy wasn’t even in town very often anymore, and besides that, Kyle was slowly losing his shit. Slowly? The slippery slope was actually turning into more of a freefall.
Kyle noticed Jeremy scowling at something on the floor. Damn. It had to be...