“Wow…you look great,” he smiled, glancing her up and down, his eyes roaming freely as he checked out her figure.
She blushed a little and looked at him coyly as she approached, still too overawed at the motorbike to fret over the compliments just yet.
“Don’t worry,” he added, noticing her looking at it. “I brought you a helmet.” And at that, he reached over and lifted up a compartment right at the back, delving his hand in and producing a spare helmet for her.
She took it from his hands in a bit of a daze.
“Have you ever ridden a bike before?”
She shook her head.
“Here, let me help you.” He gently took the helmet back and then carefully lifted up onto her head. “I’m really sorry if I mess up your hair a little.”
“Oh, it’s okay, it’s short anyway,” she laughed, her voice becoming slightly muffled once the helmet was on. The interior was soft and smelt a little like the shirt she was wearing earlier – Rico’s shirt.
Once hers was safely secure, he put his own helmet on and swung one leg over the bike, mounting it.
“Get on behind me and hold onto my waist,” he instructed, and she did as she was told, having to hoist up her dress to get her leg over. It wasn’t exactly the most flattering position in the world, but thankfully her dress wasn’t that short, so when it rode up, it didn’t completely show off her knickers, although it did expose a lot more of her thigh.
She placed her hands on Rico’s waist.
He turned around to look at her. She couldn’t see his expression through the helmet but when he spoke, shouting a bit to be heard through the muffle of fabric from inside, it sounded like he was laughing, or at the very least he must’ve been grinning.
“Are you ready to take her for a spin?”
“Totally!”
He revved up the engine, probably more for dramatic effect than anything, because when he set off, it was actually pretty slow at first.
She soon saw that having a bike around LA was definitely beneficial, however. When the traffic came to a standstill, Rico just weaved in and out of the cars, and took them straight to the top of the stoplights.
He didn’t drive too fast or recklessly, but it still felt quick compared to other cars they were whizzing past, and with the warm night air rushing along her bare skin, Ashleigh found the whole thing rather exhilarating.
By the time they arrived at the restaurant, her heart was pounding – and not with pre-date nerves, but with adrenaline.
Rico found a place to park and they both dismounted the bike, removing their helmets.
Ashleigh was grinning from ear to ear, her eyes sparkling with excitement and delight. “That was amazing!” She gushed, passing Rico the spare helmet back.
“Yeah?” He laughed. “You enjoyed it? You handled it pretty well for a first ride. Some people get scared.”
“No, it wasn’t scary, it was great!”
“Ha. You’re a pretty cool girl, you know that? You’re interesting.” He smiled at her warmly, looking into her eyes a moment, then he put both the helmets away and switched on the alarm on his bike. “Come on. Let’s go inside,” he said, offering her his arm for her to link.
She slipped hers into his, and smoothed down her hair a bit with her other, glancing about her slightly as they began to walk into the restaurant. She could barely believe that she was stepping inside a lavish LA restaurant on the arm of Rico Fernandez. She wondered if anyone would recognize them, see them together. What if some press snapped a photo of them and it got splashed all over the place? Oh God. Was it inappropriate for her to be eating out with him? She hoped she wouldn’t get into trouble.
She tried to keep the nagging thoughts off her mind as they were led by a waiter over to the table in the corner Rico had reserved for them both.
The place was fairly busy but not heaving, and although a couple of people looked up briefly as they came in, it was only in the normal way anyone might when someone new walks into a restaurant. There were no double takes or staring.
People were probably used to seeing famous faces in Los Angeles. Maybe there were some more celebrities in here too. She tried to look around discreetly, to see if she could spot any, but then she was sitting down with Rico opposite her, and it was kind of hard to keep her eyes on anyone but him. He definitely had that mesmerising star quality about him.
They both smiled at each other, then Rico took off his leather jacket and hung it up on the seat behind him, revealing his sparkling white shirt and thin black tie beneath. The shirt was extremely tight, and seemed to cling to his toned, slightly muscular frame, really showing off his arms and biceps.
Ashleigh though he probably had a great body underneath that as she forced herself to look down and pick up the menu.
“Anything in particular you recommend?” she asked, glancing down at the vast choice and wondering how she would ever decide.
“The seafood here is really good, if you’re into that kind of thing,” he answered straight away, glancing up at her then back down at his menu. “And the pasta. Especially the seafood pasta, ha, a combination of the two.”
She smiled and bit her lip slightly, turning the pages and trying to make up her mind as they made small talk, discussing some of the options in more detail, with Rico admitting he must have eaten here at least twenty times.
Eventually, the waiter came back over and asked if they were ready to order.
She chose the salmon pasta, and Rico ordered swordfish, and a bottle of white wine for them to share.
“You can have most of it,” he added with a wink. “I’m driving.”
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” she asked, allowing herself to flirt just a little.
“Nooooo,” he held his hands up in mock innocence, then waggled his eyebrows and added, “Maybe.”
They both giggled.
When the wine came, they clinked their glasses together and the pair of them began to relax a little more, the conversation opening up between them.
They began by idly discussing their day at work.
She told him about all the boring, unimportant things she’d done that afternoon, which he insisted weren’t boring or unimportant at all, but actually crucial to the smooth running of a good film set, and he described some of the scenes they’d been shooting in the studio.
“I hope I get chance to see some of the filming at some point,” she smiled, excited at the thought of being on a real movie set.
“Oh, I’m sure you will. There’ll be less admin once the shoot really gets going. There’s always more at the beginning. Plus, I can put in a good word for you. Make sure you get to come on set and they don’t keep you in that office the whole time.”
“Thanks. I knew there was a reason I made you spill your coffee,” she teased.
“Ahhh, so this was all part of your clever plan, I see,” Rico teased back.
Ashleigh giggled and looked down, trying to think of where to take the conversation next. “Oh, I saw you the other day actually…on the Walk of Fame when they unveiled your star…”
“Oh, you did?” He raised his eyebrows and smiled. “You should have said hi.”
“Well, you looked a little busy.”
“Mm, true,” he smirked.
“Plus. I didn’t exactly know you then, and it would have been a bit weird to come over and be like ‘oh hey, I’m the runner on your new movie.’”
He smiled and shook his head. “It wouldn’t have been weird at all. But anyway, I’m glad we met the way we did. It was more interesting.”
“Interesting is one word for it. Embarrassing’s another.”
“Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Ashleigh smiled and took a sip of her wine. “So uh…what film are you working on after this?”
He went on to tell her all about his next project. It turned out the director he was working with was one of her favorites, which led them to discuss what kind of movies they both liked. It was a
conversation she could easily have had all night long, and indeed, it did end up going on for a large portion of the meal, even after their food arrived they were still chatting about films.
Ashleigh was pleased to learn that Rico was a big fan of the old classics too, and that one of his favorites was Breakfast At Tiffany’s, which was also one of her top five favorite films. It seemed like they had plenty in common, and after her initial nerves she forgot all about the fact that she was sitting opposite Rico Fernandez. He was just a cool, good-looking guy who was easy to talk to and liked all the same movies she did.
By the time they were on their dessert, she already felt like she knew him pretty well, although they hadn’t really shared any personal information.
“Mmm, you’re right, the food here is so good,” Ashleigh hummed in approval at the explosion of chocolate in her mouth from the delicious brownie dripping with chocolate sauce and ice cream.
“I told you,” Rico smiled, but then his eye was caught by someone else arriving into the restaurant, and he nodded in their general direction, giving a small wave.
Ashleigh turned around to look back over her shoulder and see who it was, giving a small gasp as she recognized Francis Romero walking towards them with a pretty, young girl on his arm in a skimpy outfit barely covering any of her body. She clung to him like a limpet, a slightly smug expression on her face as she looked around at everyone else in the restaurant, obviously pleased with herself at being out with the biggest producer in Hollywood.
“Evening, Rico,” said Francis as he stopped by their table. “Didn’t realize you were eating out tonight.” He turned his attention quickly to Ashleigh and looked her up and down with keen, hungry eyes. “And who’s this fine, young specimen?”
“This is Ashleigh,” Rico smiled.
Ashleigh didn’t much like being referred to as a ‘fine, young specimen’ but she kept her mouth shut as Rico introduced her. Francis was her boss, after all.
“She’s actually one of the runners on the movie,” he explained.
“Ahh,” Francis’ eyebrows shot up. “Well, she’s far too pretty to be a runner,” he remarked, speaking about Ashleigh as if she wasn’t just sitting right in front of him, looking directly at her but still talking to Rico, and referring to her in the third person. “She’s got a face for the screen.”
Rico chuckled a little. “That’s what I said to her.”
The young woman on Francis’ arm looked slightly grumpy and disconcerted by this whole conversation, shooting daggers at Ashleigh the entire time.
Francis stretched out his other arm towards Ashleigh for a handshake.
She smiled and offered out hers.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ashleigh,” he addressed her directly at last.
“And you, Mr Romero,” she answered politely, shaking his hand.
“Oh please, do call me Francis,” he insisted, turning her hand around in his then leaning down and kissing the back of it chastely before standing upright again and releasing her. “I’ll be keeping a close eye on you, young lady. A very close eye indeed.”
“Thank you,” she smiled, although in truth, she found his whole demeanour and attitude slightly unnerving and creepy.
Thankfully, after that, he waltzed off with his date on his arm and they found their own table, leaving Ashleigh with an uneasy feeling about her first meeting with Francis Romero.
Rico, on the other hand, didn’t seem phased by it. She supposed that, having worked with him before, he was used to his mannerisms. She was probably overreacting or overthinking things as always.
“I hope you’ve enjoyed your evening,” said Rico, bringing her attention back to him.
“Oh, I have,” she smiled warmly. “Very much so. It’s been wonderful.”
“Good. So have I. Let me get the check.”
Chapter Nine
By the time Rico dropped Ashleigh back off at her hotel, it was quite late, but neither of them felt like ending the evening just yet, so when Rico suggested going for a drink at the bar next door, Ashleigh readily agreed.
As per his request, she had consumed the majority of the wine over dinner, so she was already feeling rather tipsy and lightheaded, which was no bad thing. It put her in an even better mood and helped her to feel more confident and able to flirt.
They definitely did some more of that, sitting up on a pair of tall bar stools and sipping on posh cocktails of extravagant, bright color.
Rico complained that his pants felt a little tight around the waist after that large meal, and Ashleigh expressed surprise that he wasn’t already bursting out of his shirt considering how tight it was on him, while at the same time glancing him up and down, making it fairly obvious that she found him attractive.
It was all pretty innocent, however, and Rico had been dropping similar little signs all night. At the beginning of the evening, she’d been telling herself this was just two work colleagues going for a bite to eat together, but now she was fairly sure it was a date, and she was totally comfortable with it too, at ease with the situation despite the enormity of it.
“This has been so much fun,” she smiled, looking into his eyes.
“Yes, it has,” Rico readily agreed, dreamily staring back into hers a moment before shaking his head slightly and looking away. He smiled to himself and rubbed the back of his neck a little before speaking. “You know…I’ve never spent an entire evening with a runner before. I don’t normally get to know individual crew members that well. It’s kind of hard when you just spend most of the day either in front of the camera shooting or in your trailer trying to memorize lines, or just getting some rest.”
“That’s understandable. But hey, maybe you should do it more often if you’ve enjoyed yourself so much,” Ashleigh smirked and winked at him.
Rico tossed his head back and laughed, showing her his set of perfect pearly whites.
“Maybe I should… maybe I should…”
Before they knew it, it was past midnight, and they both knew they should probably call it a night. Although they had the day off in the morning, they were both tired from a full day’s filming, and needed to use that rest period to fully recover so they could be fresh for Monday.
Ashleigh could feel herself starting to flag, with the effects of the alcohol, and Rico couldn’t drink anymore anyway with him having to drive.
“I suppose we should go,” he smiled.
“I suppose we should,” she agreed.
He offered her his hand. She happily took it, and he walked her out of the bar and back next door to her hotel.
“Next time, I’ll make sure they put you up somewhere nicer than this place.”
“Next time? How do you know there’ll be a next time?” She looked at him.
“I meant what I said about you. There’s something about you. This won’t be the last time you work in film, this is only the start.”
She felt a little flutter of excitement and hoped he was right.
“That would be amazing. I mean…working in film again and a better hotel.”
He laughed at her small joke, then they stopped just outside the door.
“Do you want me to walk you up to your room?”
“I think I can manage.” She squeezed his hands and turned to face him. “I’m a big girl.”
“You’re a sweet girl,” he smiled and looked into her eyes. “And thank you for a lovely night.”
He glanced down at her lips and for one special, magical moment, she thought he might be about to lean in and kiss her. That wasn’t quite what happened, but the reality was just as good, if not better.
He did lean in, but his head moved to the right of hers and he placed the gentlest, most tender kiss on her cheek.
She felt the soft brush of his lips, and could feel her face tingling and heating up once he pulled away again, a smile breaking out.
“And you’re a sweet guy,” she replied quietly. “A real gentleman. I can see why all the ladies like you.”
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He laughed at that, and then slowly let go of her hands. “Perhaps.” He chewed his bottom lip, as if contemplating doing something else, then maybe thought better of it and wandered over to his bike. He turned off the alarm and opened up the back box to take out his helmet.
“I’ll see you very soon, Ashleigh.”
“I hope so. I’ll look out for you on set.”
“And I, you. Sleep well.”
“You too.” She turned and walked to the main step of her hotel, then stopped and looked back over her shoulder, watching him mount the bike and disappear out of sight.
Her heart was pounding, racing as she ran over everything that had happened that night in quick succession, playing it back like her own little movie, still just standing there on the steps of her hotel in a daze.
She already missed him.
Chapter Ten
It would be a couple more days before she saw Rico again.
She spent her day off by having a long lie in, sleeping till nearly lunchtime before getting up and heading out to grab something to eat and spend the afternoon taking a leisurely look around LA. She walked along the promenade and checked out the beach. It was lively and busy, everywhere teaming with people. She enjoyed herself for a couple of hours, then began to grow tired of the crowds and sought out solitude and quiet in her small hotel room.
In the evening, she went out for dinner alone and found a pleasant little pizza restaurant, sitting in the window and people watching. She didn’t mind eating on her own at all. It was a perfect time to think and reflect.
All her thoughts were on Rico, and what would happen when she saw him again; how this little friendship of theirs could possibly develop. She was definitely interested in it being more than a friendship, and she hoped that he was too, but maybe the fact that she’d had a few to drink the previous night was clouding her judgement of how things had played out.
The following day she was back on set again, and although she kept her eyes open for Rico, he was nowhere to be seen at either breakfast or lunchtime, and her various jobs kept her busy looking after the supporting actors, some of whom she was starting to get to know fairly well. She was definitely building up her list of contacts and gaining so much valuable knowledge and feedback about the industry. She was learning on the job and loving every minute of it, but after another day of not seeing Rico, she was starting to miss him, and her own insecurities were eating at her, telling herself that he was avoiding her because he regretted taking her out for dinner.
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