The Trouble with Dating a Movie Star

by ZN Willett

  "It's bright and cheery."

  "Growing up in Arlington made me want to bathe in as much sun as possible. I bought this place because of all the windows." My home had floor to ceiling windows in every room. I kept the décor natural with a bit of blue and green as accents. The interior was a mix of the cottage look of my grandparent’s home in South Carolina, and the southwest warmth I loved about Dallas.

  Andrew took a sip of the white wine, and he said, “Not bad. I have never spent much time in Texas. I drove through it on my way to Louisiana, but never really saw anything."

  Turning off the water, I drained the lettuce and walked to the stove. "If you want, I can show you around."

  "Maybe next time, when I'll have more time."

  I paused and faced him. "You're planning on coming back?"

  His brows arched. "Yes, if that's okay?"

  "It's fine with me." I smiled to myself as I turned back to continue preparing dinner.

  I placed the Parmesan encrusted fish on our plates along with an endive salad. Andrew took a bite of the fish, as my eyes stayed fixed on his plate for a moment. "Umm, is it okay? If you don't like it, I can make something else."

  Andrew's face had a somewhat quizzical expression. "If I didn't watch you make this, I would have thought you purchased it from a restaurant."

  "Why?" I asked, concerned.

  Andrew took another bite before answering, "This is delicious. I knew you could cook, the seafood boil at your dad's proved that, but this is unbelievable."

  I sighed in relief. "It's something I just threw together one day. I liked it."

  "Andria, this isn't something you just throw together."

  We both laughed. "Well, my Buppi—that is what I used to call my grandmother—would let me help her with meals when we would visit them in South Carolina. She always said my mother never got the hang of it, but I was a natural like her. It was our thing, and I found that I enjoyed it. I try to cook as much as I can, but lately, it's been hard."

  Andrew took several large bites, and said with a full mouth, "Well, you can cook as much as you want for me."

  I smiled at his enthusiasm. "Flattery will get you everywhere, mister."

  "I sure hope so." He winked as he dived in.

  Our conversation was light while Andrew polished off his plate. "I don't have any dessert made, but I could whip us up something if you wanted."

  "I bet you can." He smirked. "I'm fine. Thank you."

  Getting up, I grabbed our plates and was hit with some discomfort—down there. I paused and thought for a minute before saying, "How about I clean up, and you go find us something to watch?"

  "I'll help you." Andrew stood up, taking the plates from my hands, and placed them in the sink.

  "Thanks for the offer, but I have something to do, and I can do this fast. Go and get comfortable and I'll be there soon."

  Andrew wouldn't budge. "Andria, you cooked. I clean. Besides, I want to help."

  Placing my hand on his forearm, I smiled at his chivalry. "I appreciate that, but you're my guest. I insist." I stood on my toes and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Go find something to watch. It'll only take me a few minutes."

  He hesitated for a moment before leaning over to place a kiss on my forehead. I couldn't help ogle his behind as he walked away, thinking about how very firm and toned Andrew's butt was. And to think: I had the pleasure of seeing and feeling that butt. I got the giggles just thinking about it.

  I cleaned as fast as I could before I grabbed my cell and ran to the bathroom. I prayed she would pick up as I locked the door and sat down on the closed lid. "Hello."

  "Erin, listen, I don't have much time."

  "Why are you whispering?"

  "I don't have time to explain. Listen. Andrew and I had sex—"

  "What! How? When?" I held the phone away from my ear.

  The moment I heard the screams stop, I continued. "Erin, I don't have time. He's here—"

  "Andrew is in Dallas?"

  "Erin! I promise I will give you a blow by blow, but I have a question."

  "You had better, Alexandria," she huffed out in frustration.

  No one could blame her, but I didn't have the time, and I needed her help. "Okay, look. We had sex, umm, several times and it was good, freaking fantastic actually, but I think I may have broken my… you know…"

  "What?"

  "Down there. It hurt a little the first time, but then I wanted him again. At first, Andrew was slow, and then I wanted him a lot, and he was rough and hard and…well, yeah. Umm, anyway, I think I did something. It's throbbing and really sore." Erin started to laugh. "It's not funny!"

  "Only you would think you broke your hoo-hah."

  "Thanks. I know I didn't break it," saying frustrated.

  "Ahh honey, please calm down and of course it's sore. You used it. And it sounds like you used it good," she laughed out.

  "Erin, please."

  "All right. Take an anti-inflammatory. Oh, and a heating pad may help."

  "Thanks. I just needed to know how to help it…for later."

  "Geez, girl! You want more?"

  "Did I mention that Andrew was here and we had sex?"

  She laughed. "Take some pain meds and take care of yourself. I would say you need to take it easy but…"

  "Thanks Erin. I'll call you later." I hung up.

  I took some medicine and placed a warm cloth between my legs. It felt soothing, but I knew that it might not be enough. How did I go from dedicated virgin to wanton sex fiend?

  Oh yeah.

  Andrew Hughes.

  Eventually, I walked out and entered the living room to find Andrew spread out on the couch with his eyes closed. He was so beautiful. I stilled, trying to be as quiet as possible. I wanted to take a few moments to appreciate the sight in front of me. Andrew was breathtaking and he was on my couch. Nothing about that felt real, but my throbbing girly bits reminded me it was.

  I grabbed the blanket on the adjacent lounge and spread it over him. Andrew scared the crap out of me when he grabbed my wrist. "Sorry, I didn't mean to doze off. It's been a long week."

  "You need to rest."

  "Come, lay with me." Andrew scooted over, opening his arms. I climbed in, my back to his chest, as he took the blanket and wrapped it around us.

  I lay in his arms in perfect peace, feeling his chest rise up and down. I felt the warmth of his breath through my hair before he placed his sensual lips along the back of my neck. He squeezed me harder when I hummed in pleasure from his caress. "This is nice."

  "It is. I can't imagine a better place to be. Well actually…" Andrew's hand slid down to my pants before reaching a very sore place. I winced. "Andria, are you okay?"

  I lied, "I'm fine."

  He turned me to face him. "You're in pain?" He didn't wait for a response; it was evident on my face. "How long have you been in pain? And we…I should have given you time."

  I cupped his face. "I'm fine. Yes, I'm sore, but I wanted to…I wanted more."

  He gave me a timid grin. "I know, but I wasn't thinking. All I thought about was—I have an idea."

  He sat us up, taking my hand and led me to my bedroom. I was about to say I wasn't sure if more sex would help, but who was I to argue? I was a little surprised when he walked us to the bathroom and turned on the tub's faucet. "Take your clothes off."

  I couldn't help standing there with a shocked grin plastered on my face. Having Andrew act so demanding towards me, and telling me to take my clothes off, was sexy and hot. Andrew poured some oil in the water that I had next to my tub. Then began to unbutton his pants as he looked back at me. "You're going to need to take those off, Andria."

  Why? I was having too much fun watching him.

  As I began to take my shirt off, Andrew stripped down in front of me. I would never get used to seeing him naked. Each time felt like the first time. He took my breath away every time. Andrew turned off the water and looked back at me, laughing. He stepped in front of me, and
began to assist with taking off the rest of my clothes. I guess I was too slow. I had more important things to do, like watch Andrew strip.

  After we had taken off all of our clothes, he helped me into the tub and stepped in behind me. The water was hot, but soothing where it was needed. I turned to face him. "How did you know this would help?"

  "I know how I feel when my muscles are sore, so I thought this could help."

  "Oh, I see." I thought about that, which made sense, but then I had another idea. More like a question that came up when we were making love for the first time. "Andrew, when we first, umm…when you entered me."

  He chuckled. "Entered? How does A.P. Moore go from being a hot, direct, author, to a timid, shy, and just last night, virgin?"

  I shifted, causing water to spill over the tub as I got a better look of Andrew's face. "It's easy. I'm writing a fantasy. So…you read it?" My heart started to race.

  He shook his head. "No, but I plan to while I'm filming. Yet, all of that…imagination came from you." He said with a quirky smile.

  "I know that—hey—I can be direct when I want to be."

  He raised one brow. "Oh, I know. You can be very direct when you want to be."

  My body turned red and it wasn't from the hot water. "Okay, Andrew. When your glorious manhood claimed me for the first time—"

  He choked before laughing. "Glorious manhood…I like the sound of that."

  Then I laughed. "You wanted the A.P. version right?"

  "I want the Andria version." He kissed my cheek.

  "How did you know to bite my…umm…nub?" I forced out, embarrassed.

  "What?" Andrew looked confused.

  "When you entered—I mean when it happened—whatever, you bit me." Right then I could feel the throbbing between my legs.

  Andrew had thought about it for a moment before his eyes widened with understanding. "Well, I have to admit you being a virgin was a huge surprise. You knew I wasn't one. And when I lost mine, the girl was already experienced. Actually, you're my first virgin." I didn't want to hear about some other girl, but knowing I was his first kind of helped. "I just didn't want to be the one to hurt you."

  "So you bit me?"

  A sly grin splayed on his face. "I came up with that at the last minute. I wanted to divert the pain to pleasure."

  "I see." I lay back against his chest.

  Andrew wrapped his arms around me. "Andria, allowing me to be your first was indescribable. After the initial shock, I wanted to claim you as mine."

  Even though the water was getting colder, I was heating up. "I wanted you to be my first," I admitted.

  Andrew's lips lingered behind my ear before taking my lobe into his mouth. I moaned at the feeling of his hands as they started to roam over my wet body. I began relaxing into the pleasure his fingers provided as my focus turned to what was beneath me while he continued to lavish kisses along my neck.

  We lay there caressing each other until the water was cold. "Feel better?" he asked.

  "I do. Thank you."

  He kissed my forehead. "We need to cool it for tonight at least." I pouted. "What I would love to do with those lips…"

  My mouth dropped.

  "The water is getting cold," he said as he stepped out reaching for me to come.

  Andrew wrapped a towel around himself before grabbing another to dry me off. It took a while as he focused on several places of my body. I thought I was the only one being driven crazy until he said, "That's enough," and splashed cold water over his face. I offered to help make things better again. He said that we could explore that tomorrow.

  We decided to watch TV in bed. I finally remembered to tell Andrew that I had had a birth control shot. After explaining why I would get one, even as a virgin, he looked thrilled at the thought of being without a hat in the future. Andrew tested clean at his last physical—which was recently—and offered to show me the results. With that cleared up, we talked about trivial things before drifting to sleep in each other’s arms.

  The past couple of days had turned out to be surreal. If it was a dream, I didn't want to wake up. Andrew had destroyed me for any other man. The fact that I didn't want anyone else, terrified the hell out of me.

  Normally I would have been woken by an alarm clock, but that morning it was by the buzzer of Erin Young. I thought I had turned off my ringer, but I had been too busy taking a bath with Andrew to be concerned about that. I wish I had been when my cell phone blew up the next morning.

  I couldn't say it was all bad. I had slept like a rock and didn't hear it at first. Andrew woke me up with layered kisses down my naked back before handing me my cell. He said it had to be important because it had rung several times in a row. When I looked at the caller ID, I knew better. Even though the last thing I wanted to do was to get out of bed or leave Andrew, I had no choice. I had a meeting to attend. So, I took my cell to the bathroom and called Erin back, explaining that I would fill in the details once Andrew left tomorrow. That appeased her and I got ready to leave.

  When I stepped back into the bedroom, a very sleepy Andrew opened his eyes to look at me. "Andria, you look incredible, as always."

  I was wearing a gray button down shirt and black pencil skirt with a pair of black heels—nothing out of the ordinary. I had piled my hair into a messy bun and threw on a light coat of make-up. "Thanks, but this is nothing."

  "Come here," he said mischievously.

  I could see the hunger in his eyes, and that made me want him. I shook my head, knowing if I stepped any closer, I would not make it to my meeting.

  "Andria," he purred.

  I stepped closer to the door. "Andrew, if I come near you, I won't leave. This is an important meeting."

  He pushed himself up to rest on the headboard, and I swallowed hard as I watched his pecs move. "I only wanted to kiss you goodbye," he smirked.

  I stood in the doorway, drooling and thinking that he was an evil, evil man. So, I blew him a kiss before his head fell back in laughter. "If I kiss you, no hands."

  Andrew raised his hands. "I promise."

  I walked over leaning in for a kiss before he grabbed hold of my shirt and pulled me onto him while slobbering wet kisses all over my face and neck. "Andrew!"

  His hand slid up my thigh bringing my skirt with it. "Always ready," he growled in my neck. "I love how you feel."

  "Andrew..."

  "Let me make you feel good."

  His fingers started to move upward. "Andrew..Oh gaaa..I want..ahh..I..caa..can't."

  Andrew’s touch suddenly caused me to scream, causing him to abruptly stop. "Are you still sore?"

  I used that moment to flee. "I have to go. I'm sorry." I wiggled out of his arm. "I wouldn't go if this weren’t important."

  He nodded. "Sorry. Seeing you dressed like that…" He was killing me as he paused, lingering eyes perusing my body. "I know it's important. Why don't I meet you after your meeting?"

  I pushed down my skirt and straightened up my clothes. "Okay. I can meet you—"

  "I'll meet you. We can go to lunch."

  Looking at him cautiously, I asked, "Is that going to work?"

  "Why not?" Andrew placed his hands behind his head.

  "What if you're seen?"

  "Not worried. I'll meet you."

  I blinked at him a couple of times before smiling. "I can leave you the keys to the SUV."

  "I'll take a cab and then we can ride together."

  "All right." I gave him a quick kiss goodbye. "I'll leave the information on the counter. If you need anything, call me. You have free rein of the place…but no snooping around."

  "Afraid I'll find your toy stash?" I was horrified. How did he know? "Andria?" Andrew started laughing. "Andria has toys," he sung out.

  I threw a pillow at him. "I don't…have that many."

  I was truly horrified.

  He grabbed my hand. "Maybe later we can play with a few."

  Frozen and now very needy, I looked into his wishful eyes and a coc
ky smile. As embarrassed as I was, something about Andrew and my toys started an internal inferno, and I needed to quickly get the heck out.

  I rushed out, telling him I would call as I wrote down the information, grabbed my keys, and sped out the door. That man was going to kill me.

  Staying focused, knowing Andrew was lying in my bed was excruciating, but I needed my head in the game. I was in re-negotiation for royalties and with the offer of the movie, I was asking for more money for book two. Elena and I underestimated the first book's potential and I was thankful that I had only signed on for the one.

  When I decided to write book two, she wanted to publish it, but I wanted more control and better royalties. All in all, I was very happy with the deal made and I signed on for two more, totaling a series of three books.

  When Elena's assistant told her someone was waiting for me outside of her office, I knew who it was by her flustered voice. She could barely say that a gentleman was waiting for me.

  "Andria, are you getting a little action on the side?" Elena winked.

  "No Elena." I was thinking more like a lot of action. "Well, if we're done."

  As I stood, I hoped Elena wouldn't follow, but I had no such luck. She was a very nosy person. I also knew Keira had kept her mouth shut about Andrew, so this would be a surprise to her. As I walked out the door, we both were in for a surprise.

  Andrew had on a gray suit with a white button down shirt that had a couple of buttons undone. His hair was a perfectly sexy mess, and the smile on his sunglass-covered face beamed. Elena took a step back in shock before mumbling, "Is that Andrew Hughes?"

  Andrew walked straight toward me and placed a kiss on my cheek. "Sorry, I'm late."

  I inhaled in his delicious scent. "I knew you would be," I teased, "but we just finished."

  "This is who you're doing?"

  We both turned to Elena. Andrew was amused, I was peeved. "Elena! This is who I'm having lunch with. Why…Andrew, this is Elena Martinez, my publisher."

  Andrew wrapped an arm around me while he reached his other hand out to shake Elena's. "It’s nice to meet you."