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Blackbird	By : yeahyeah2 Category: Individual Celebrities > Josh Groban Views: 2050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Josh Groban. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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In this chapter: “Cold Hard Bitch” By Jet. I do not own. Also sexual references.

Chapter Two: Cold Hard Bitch

“Do I look alright?” Amelie asked her uncle as she walked downstairs on her way to the interview. Her long dark brown hair was wavy and loose and she had on a sundress with a little jacket. After her uncle reassuring her she looked great she hopped in his car, which he lent her for the time being and headed to her interview. Her uncle had told her Josh had requested they meet a coffee shop not far from her new home. “A job interview at a coffee shop?” She thought to herself, “How odd. Maybe this guy really won’t be too bad to work for.” Amelie knew she was far too outspoken and impatient to deal with a real hotheaded egotistic celebrity. When she walked into the coffee shop she saw only one other person, sitting at a table. A young man, probably in his late twenties with moppy curly brown hair, he was quite handsome. Before she could decide whether or not ask if he was indeed Josh Groban he stood up and extended his hand.

“You must be Amelie.” With a smile she shook his hand and asked. “How’d you know?”
“Your uncle showed me your picture once.” He said as they took their seats. Amelie wandered why her uncle never mentioned having met Josh. “Amelie..That’s a pretty name. Like the French movie.” She was impressed he knew about the French independent film.
“My parents met in Paris.” Amelie smiled, “Thank you so much for giving me this interview.”
“Not a problem at all. Honestly, I’ve been putting off getting an assistant for a very long time. I mean, I’m a big boy. I can get my own coffee and return my own phone calls but my manager has been absolutely relentless about the subject so I caved. Your uncle tells me you just moved here?”
“Less than twenty-four hours ago.” She smiled, “A quick decision.”
“Wow and a job interview already? I guess I really am a nice person.” He winked. “I guess just tell me a little about yourself…”
“Well, I just dropped out of school in New York.” She blushed, slightly embarrassed, “I was studying business law but that was a mistake and a half. I’ve worked pretty much as an assistant before in a doctor’s office. I came out here for some change and maybe a little inspiration, I’m a painter…”
“So this job would just be a bump along your road?” He asked, his eyes narrowing.
“Honestly, yeah.” Amelie wasn’t going to lie about it. “But I’m a hard worker. I didn’t quit school because I wasn’t willing to work hard. I was just unhappy. Oh and I don’t care if you’re my boss or not I don’t take crap from anyone” That was the New Yorker in her.
“Alright fair enough. I hate this formal crap. You’re clearly not crazy and you have no criminal record so you’re hired.” Josh laughed slightly. Her uncle had already sent him some information about her and filled him in on everything, being as he barely even wanted an assistant he figured why not hire this girl.
“Thank god.” She breathed, “I mean thank you!”
Josh laughed and looked at her. She was beautiful, a very Italian girl with a lovely body. He’d enjoy looking at her everyday. “You start tomorrow, if that’s alright. Here’s the address to the recording studio I work out of.” He handed her a business card, “Be there at ten?”
“Of course.” She nodded, “See you there.”

Three Weeks Later

Josh and Amelie had gotten past all that uncomfortable getting to know you stuff and now he depended on her for everything. Amelie discovered he can be a big child sometimes and a bit needy, but hey it was her job to take care of that. They were at the point were they could be horribly mean to each other one minute and kind the next, Josh loved nothing more than to tease her. They were very comfortable with each other, maybe a little too comfortable.

“Joshua Winslow Groban!” She shouted from the outside of his apartment door. “If you don’t wake up and get ready right now I swear to god I’m going to kill you!” He had a photo shoot in fifteen minutes across town and was still not awake, not answering his cell phone, or his door. “ That’s it!” Amelie used the emergency key she had to his apartment and called as she walked in, “I hope you have some clothes on…” She sighed she found him passed out on the couch with a beer in his hand, from watching the football game the night before. “Get up!” She smacked the side of his head.

“What the-“ Josh groaned as he rubbed his head and then his eyes. “Why are you here so early…” Secretly he thought to himself, “Amelie in my apartment finally..Not exactly how I pictured it but I’ll take it.”
“It’s three o’clock in the afternoon, you bum. You have a photoshoot in fifteen minutes. Get dressed.” Amelie rolled her eyes.
“Must you be so mean?” Josh grumbled as he sat up. She then realized he was only wearing his boxers and it was a lovely site.
“Its what you pay me for.” Amelie laughed slightly, “Oh and shower you reek of stale beer.” She added as she picked up empty beer cans. “You should really lay of the booze a bit.”
“What are you my mother?” Josh teased.
“God knows you need me to be.” Amelie responded.
“Sorry, miss I’m only twenty and can’t even legally buy a drink.” Josh laughed, “Not that that ever stops you.”
“You’re twenty-eight. That’s almost thirty.” She snapped quickly as she threw the cans out.
“Ouch. That was low.” Josh pouted as he stretched and stood.
“Put some clothes on.” She eyed his half nude body. As he walked into his bedroom to shower and change real quick he said before closing the door, “Now darling don’t tell me you’re not enjoying the view.”
“You’re an ass!” She threw an empty beer can at him but he shut the door quickly and it hit the closed door. Amelie’s thoughts wandered as Josh showered, he did look quite fit, tanned, and muscular. She pictured the warm water hitting his nude body then thought to herself, “Stop it! Do NOT fantasize about this man. He’s famous. He’s eight years older than you. And he’s your BOSS!” Thank god she was alone at that point because she turned bright red thinking about a pleasurable night once spent in her bed, with him on her mind. She sighed at her own thoughts and with that Josh came out of his room.

“Happy now?” He asked as he grabbed the coffee in a to-go cup she brought him, “Damn, you think of everything.”
“I’m glowing and of course I do.” Amelie laughed, “And for the record the view...ehh it was mediocre at best.” She lied.
Josh pouted, “Whatever you say, love.” He opened the door to his apartment for her, always a gentlemen and they left. Josh decided he wanted to drive so they got in his BMW. Amelie’s heart sank a little when she saw a pair of very tiny hot pink panties in the back seat.
“You look nice today.” He said as he started the car. She was wearing dark skinny jeans with ballet flats and low cut eyelet shirt emphasizing her ample chest. His eyes lingered a bit on her cleavage; after all he was only a man.
“You really should lay off the drinking.” She snapped out nowhere just because she was upset about the panties.
“What’s your problem today?” Josh growled back. He was frustrated, mostly sexually because Amelie didn’t admit to finding him attractive.
“You’re just so inconsiderate. All you do is drink lately,” She largely exaggerated, “and today you were so late. You’re always off with your little ladies and never thinking about anyone else but yourself.” She rambled on a bit more, making him sound like an ass.
“Nice way to talk to your boss.” He snarled.
“I really don’t give a shit and you know that.” Amelie muttered back.
“Well, I wasn’t aware I hired a self-righteous bitch!” Josh snapped.
“Well, I wasn’t aware I was hired by an alcoholic asshole.” Amelie growled in return. They didn’t speak except for necessary business stuff for the rest of the day. As usual tomorrow would be back to normal.

“Cold hard bitch just a kiss on the lips
and I was on my knees I’m waiting, give me
cold hard bitch she was shakin’ her hips
I’m waiting give me, cold hard bitch
yeah I’m waiting, yeah I’m waiting…”
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