My Rockstar Assistant: Friends to Lovers, #3

By Reba Bale

Her new assistant is strictly professional – at least until the night she lets her hair down.

Rock superstar Lila never set out to be a lesbian icon.  She's adored by millions and plays to sold-out stadiums around the world, yet she longs for the quiet comfort of a wife and family.

 

After a long string of crappy jobs, Christine is thrilled to get the chance to work as the personal assistant to a famous rockstar. Her last long-term relationship crashed and burned the week before the wedding, and she's ready to have some adventures and escape the judgment of her small town. This job is her chance to prove to everyone that she's not the hot mess they think she is.

 

When Lila and Christine get snowed in at Lila's mountain cabin, their attraction becomes too hard to resist.  It turns out that they're not as different as people might think.  But when the snow melts and the paparazzi come knocking on the door, their off-limits relationship is suddenly in the spotlight.  Will their love withstand the scrutiny?

"My Rockstar Assistant" is book three in the "Friends to Lovers" romantic novella series. Each book in the series is a steamy standalone featuring an LGBTQ couple making the leap from friends to lovers and looking for their "happily ever after". 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Reba Bale
• Release date: Jan 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201897000

Reba Bale

Reba Bale loves writing naughty stories where the characters are able to tap into their inner fantasies and experience spanking, bondage, humiliation or other activities on the non-vanilla side of life. When Reba isn't writing she is reading the same naughty stories she likes to write.  Be sure to follow Reba's page and sign up for her newsletter so you don't miss the newest releases.

Book preview

Christine

Here’s your coffee, Lila.

Good lord, I was starting to worry you got lost.

I flushed as my boss sent me an impatient look.  I’d been working for her for about four months now, but she still intimidated me a tiny bit.  After all, Lila was one of the biggest music stars in the world.  She was so big she was just known by her first name, like Cher or Sting. 

She was also a lesbian icon, loved and lusted after by pretty much every woman on the planet – and most of the men too.  

She had a banging body that she worked hard for, with strong thighs, a trim waist, muscular arms, and a pair of generous breast that were almost too perfect to be real.  Mournful brown eyes shone bright in her tanned face, framed by naturally thick lashes. She wore her thick shoulder-length brown hair tousled so it always looked like she’d just rolled out of bed. She was the perfect combination of girl next door and sexy.

Lila was addicted to the coconut milk caramel macchiato at Starbucks.  Every morning, every city we went to, she had to get a coconut milk caramel macchiato.  Or I had to get one for her, anyway.  She liked the way they always tasted exactly the same at every Starbucks in the world and she refused to drink a macchiato from any other coffee shop, even on the rare occasions that we were in a town without a Starbucks. It was one of those superstar quirks you always hear about, like not wanting red M&Ms in the candy dish.

Their registers were down.  I had to wait for them to come back up, I explained.  Did you autograph those pictures while I was gone?

As Lila’s assistant, part of my job was to keep her on track.  Like any creative type, she had a tendency to get distracted.  She’d think of a chord or some random words that she thought would be good as song lyrics and off she’d go like a dog chasing a squirrel, her original task completely forgotten.  I’d learned to put a pen and notebook in every room we were in, and repeatedly directed her to write down her ideas and then go back to her original tasks. I’d also put her on a strict schedule.

Yes ma’am, she said smartly.  I finished all my autographing duties.

As much as Lila claimed she didn’t want to be managed, something in her craved structure.  Or maybe she just liked to be told what to do.  Fortunately for both of us, I had a bossy streak a mile long.  She might grumble about my schedules and lists, and she might make fun of me for my ever-present iPad, but she almost always obeyed me.

Obeyed.  My mind immediately went to other ways Lila could obey me.  Images of her on her knees licking my pussy or begging for me to let her come while she was tied to my bed filled my head – not for the first time—and my panties immediately became damp.  Damn hormones.

It was too bad that she was not only my boss but a rich and famous superstar.  There was no way that someone like Lila would be attracted to me, would submit to me, let alone have the long-term relationship that I’d been dreaming about my whole life.

Not that I should be thinking about relationships at all right now. 

Six months ago, I’d been living in the same small town I’d grown up in, engaged to a woman I’d known my whole life, and working as a receptionist at the local dentist’s office.  I had a degree in project management, but my ex-fiancée Susan had insisted that we needed to live near our families and for some reason, I’d just gone along with it.  As a result, I’d spent the ten years since college drifting from one boring and unsatisfying low-paying job to another. 

It was a running joke in the town that a person never knew where