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A/N: Raunchy subjects in this one, but hey, it's different. Thanks to those who reviewed. Keep them coming!!!


I Need You Like A Heartbeat

Chapter 1: Going Down


Just do it.

Knock.

You've got this.

You can do it.

I stood in front of the correct apartment door after being buzzed upstairs by the doorman. This is frightening. I'm too scared to knock. I've never worked as a personal assistant before. I'm fresh out of school. What if they're looking for someone with more experience?

I'm doomed.

No, no.

I can do it.

I have to do it.

Mustering up my courage, or what little there was there, and putting on my best faux face of confidence, I rapped on the door three times. Before taking a half step back.

A few seconds passed before the white door opened and revealed an extremely large, extremely intimidating dark skinned man on the other side. This is Brian Kendrick? This is not the kind of guy I was picturing at all. He definitely looks like a wrestler though.

"You must be..." Okay, nevermind. This can't be Brian Kendrick. His voice is much deeper than the guy I spoke to on the phone yesterday who answered as Brian Kendrick. Unless I'm delusional.

"Sunny. Sunny Spears. I'm here for the interview," I finished. The man gave a nod and stepped aside, gesturing for me to come in and clicking the door shut behind me.

"This way," he continued, leading me into what looked to be a living room. "Have a seat. Mr. Kendrick will see you in a minute. He's just finishing up." So this guy definitely isn't Brian Kendrick. That's a relief. I'm a little scared of him.

I took a seat on the plush leather couch and nervously waited, my hands aimlessly fiddling with the hem of my above knee pencil skirt. Not ten minutes later, a short, stubby woman briskly walked past me, obviously another potential, tears brimming over the lower lids of her eyes.

Wow.

Now I'm really scared.

Whoever this Brian Kendrick is, just made this woman cry. He must be harsh. And I'm definitely not looking forward to it.

I heard the front door slam shut and the large man came back. "Come this way." I stood hesitantly and followed the massive man to a closed door, where he knocked and waited a short second for a reply.

"Come in." He pushed the door open and I followed my guide into the, what appeared to be, home office.

Wow.

If this is Brian Kendrick, which I'm sure it is, he is quite nice to look at. Sure, I've seen my fair share of attractive men, but I've definitely never worked for one before.

He clapped his hands together a few times and grinned. "Now Zeke, this is what I'm talking about. Some girl on the fast path to morbid obesity is not what I want representing me. But this one's got a body on her. You work out honey?"

I pushed my long bangs behind my ear nervously and cleared my throat. "Yes."

His eyes searched me for a long second before he smirked and nodded approvingly. "You look the part. Lighten up a little on the make up and take your hair out of the grandma bun maybe though." Willing to please, I quickly snatched the clip form my hair, allowing my loose red waves to spill down my back. "You feel that Zeke?" he asked, looking at my former escort. The bald man just stood with his arms crossed over his chest, speaking with his eyes. "I feel like we have a winner. Maybe."

My palms are sweating.

I swallowed hard and watched as Brian sauntered over to his oversized desk, sitting in a swivel chair and kicking his feet up onto the tabletop. "Have a seat..." He trailed off, looking for my name.

"Uh, Sunny." I briskly sat in the much smaller chair on the opposite side of the desk. "My name is Sunny." His eyebrows raised and he cocked his head to the side a little.

"Really. Well, Sunny, you've got the looks. Let's review your qualifications." I opened the shoulder bag I'd brought and fished out my résumé, handing it over. Brian flipped through it bored, not even bothering to take his feet off the desk. "No prior experience at all, huh?" He didn't look all that impressed and I began feeling discouraged.

Then, a sudden look of intrigue spread over his face. "That's a long list of movies you have here. Now, you were an actress?"

"Um, yes. But I assure you I'm not interested in being famous or recognized or anything," I said quickly. Yesterday on the phone I found out he was a wrestler for the WWE, which I'm aware of, not that I watch wrestling or anything though. But I know that's the big wrestling federation.

"And, what kind of movies were you in?" he asked, a knowing smile on his face. It unnerved me to say the least.

"Um... mostly... mostly adult films," I said, embarrassed. I was trying to get away from that reputation damn it! That probably just blew my chances.

"How did I know?" he muttered to his bodyguard, who stood with his arms crossed over his chest and huffed a laugh. Well, I'm pretty sure this interview is over. I went to stand but he put his hand up. "Where are you going? I didn't say that was a bad thing."

Surprised, I sat back in the chair and Brian nodded to Zeke, causing the huge man to leave the office. Brian swept his feet off the desk and leaned forward, resting his palms flat in front of him. "Sunny, how badly do you want this job?"

The glint in his eye told me he was hinting at the fact that I'd be doing some very unprofessional tasks as a part of this gig. Weather this was just for me because of my previous job or if this was what he was looking for, I wasn't quite sure. But I need the job. I just finished school and I have a bunch of student loans to pay off. The porn industry doesn't set you for life unless you're in it for life.

"I'll do whatever it takes," I answered as confidently as I could manage. I guess it's true what they say. You can't escape the industry, no matter what you do.

Brian stood up from his chair and walked around the desk, leaning against it right in front of my chair. "Good."

I can do this. It's not as if I haven't done it before. Plus, I'm sure he has tons of groupies that do this sort of thing for him. It'll probably only be a one or two time thing, right?

I'm willing to take my chances.

"Let's see just how qualified you are for this job. You must've learned something from your previous profession. Why don't you show me?"

I wet my dry lips and slid forward, off the chair and onto my knees.