8/23/11
Dezalyn hit the send button on her phone, pulling up her recently dialed list, then hit send again, calling the number last dialed. It rang. It was ringing! It never rang when she wanted it to, but it was now. Oh my god. She braked slowly for the tail lights catching up in front of her.
"Hey! You're lucky caller number twenty, and you've just won two tickets round trip to attend the MTV Movie Awards in L.A.!" The d.j. said unnecessarily loudly into the phone.
"Yay!" Dezalyn squealed, her inner fangirl making it's first appearance in years. She wanted to go so bad she'd literally be dreaming about it. She turned down the radio almost all the way down, not wanting any feedback.
"And what would be your name?"
"Dezalyn," she told him, hearing herself on the radio and grinned.
"Great. Have a great time Dezalyn, and rep Dallas! Hold on," he told both her and the radio listeners.
"Sure, sure," she said quietly, knowing the d.j. hadn't heard her. A moment later, she was picked back up, but by a female.
"Is this Dezalyn?" she asked.
"Yes it is."
"Great. Congratulations on winning the trip! It sounds like a blast," she rattled.
"Thanks, it does."
"Alright. I have two options for you. You can have the information and tickets mailed through the postal service, or you can come and pick it up in person."
Dezalyn thought for a second. "I'll come pick them up, I don't want to risk them getting lost in the mail," she decided.
"Good decision. We usually recommend that one. If you can come down to the studio a week from today, in between nine am and four pm, you can get them. Can I have some information from you?"
"Sure," she gave all the information needed, all the identity information for the tickets, and phone numbers she was asked for, and she was done in about fifteen minutes. After she hung up, she screamed, and quickly checked herself from swerving into the next lane. She was going to L.A., and she was going to an after party, to mix and mingle with a number of celebrities, and she was going to be able to interview a celebrity of her choice on the red carpet. She was going to pass out. As her head lightened, she squinted, slowed down more, and breathed deeply, trying to regain control.
Her mind began to race through a checklist of things she'd need. The show was in two weeks. Next week she'd get her passes, and be told who she'd get to interview. The week after that was the show. She'd need to take a day off of work, she'd need to figure out what to wear- what to wear. Oh shit, what to wear. She'd need new dresses. Could she find a salon by her hotel that wouldn't be completely booked? She'd need to get in as early as possible the day of. She was going all out for this- it was her one chance to bag a celebrity of some sort- she wouldn't be too picky. She grinned at herself in the rearview, pulling herself up on the steering wheel. She needed to concentrate on driving. Okay. Here was her plan, first draft. This week she was going to get her time off of work approved, and outfits and salon taken care of. Next week, she'd get her questions ready when she knew who she was going to interview. She nodded, happy with her instant plan. As she drove home to her apartment, she was thinking of all the websites she would cruise, looking for ideas for dresses. She wanted two. One for the interviews/awards, and then one for the party. Since her hotel was right where the show was, she didn't think it'd be a big deal for her to quickly slip back to her room to change. She knew she wanted something short and flashy for the party, and something long and classy for the interview/show. Yeah. That would work.
So she finally had her dress. She had searched and searched, having a good idea of what she wanted, but it was so hard to find! The dress was a similar style to the yellow dress Kate Hudson wore in 'How To Loose A Guy In Ten Days', but it was cut up the left side to the middle of her hip, and covered in light blue sequins and matching silk ties, which brought out her eyes, and four inch high blue peep toe stilletto heels, bringing her height to 5'10". She found a short, dark blue velvet corset dress for the second. It had a corset top, all eyehooks and lace on top, a blue silk ribon around the high waist, and blue velvet pleats five inches short of her knees with blue velvet platform pumps. She was ready with her outfits, and just in time. She had to go pick up her tickets tomorrow on her slightly longer lunch break. She had the address pre-programmed into her GPS so she could fly over and back. It shouldn't take an hour and a half, but you never know.
"Will that be all ma'am? There isn't anything else I can get for you?" 'A life for yourself', she thought in response to the bellhop setting her bags on the bed. He was laying it on thick, and she was about two minutes away from reporting him to his boss.
"No, thank you though," she smiled tightly, not meeting his eyes, or trying to give him any encouragement. She pulled a ten out of her back jeans pocket and handed it over, hoping it was enough to make him disappear.
"Thank you, have a good night," he said, trying to sound seductive as he turned for the door. She had to cover her mouth to hold back her lunch that wanted to rise to her mouth when she saw the bellhop bring the dollar to his nose and inhale, knowing he thought she couldn't see. Her stomach clenched angrilly. The second the door closed behind him, she sat on the bed and staired at her unpacked suitcases.
It had been an extremely long day. Getting up at five thirty and getting ready for work, her usual routine on a Friday. From her office at four pm, she drove herself to the airport and cought her flight to L.A. A car was arranged for her, waiting with her name on a sign just like in the movies, taking her to the Sheraton for the next two nights. She had packed the night before, and had everything ready. Her mind spun as she looked at her schedule for tomorrow, the big event.
She didn't have to start actually doing anything until noon- it was going to be a late night.
And speaking of late nights, she had to get as much beauty rest as absolutely possible tonight for the lack of it tomorrow. She moved to her bags, unzipped them and took out her dresses, then hung them up in the bathroom. She then dug through her bag again, fishing out her toiletries and pajamas. After getting ready for bed and setting her alarm on her phone for noon, she plugged it in and turned on the t.v. With the local news on, she was asleep before the next set of commercials came on.
She woke naturally around ten thirty, which was perfect timing for a casual breakfast. Rolling over in the king size bed, she pulled the room service menue from the nightstand drawer and looked it over, knowing she'd need something hearty- it might be her only real meal of the day, but nothing that would bloat like pancakes, which of course was what she really wanted, but ended up with a ham and cheese omlette.
She found 'Flip This House', and watched them renovate as she ate. When her alarm sounded on her phone, she turned the t.v. off and brought her phone in with her to the bathroom and turned up the music as loud as her phone would go. After shaving and washing, she lathered on her current favorite lotion, Victoria's Secret 'Very Sexy', spritzed herself with the matching perfume, and dressed in her first outfit of the day- short blue jean cut-off shorts, and a simple red and white plaid light long sleeve button-down shirt over a white tank top, and brown cowboy boots. She did her long chestnut colored hair in a braid over her left shoulder, then added a little eye liner and mascara on her blue eyes to complete her day look. She exited her room and made her way outside, then looked around. It was the first time she'd seen L.A. in the sun. It was amazing, and so many beautiful people. All the stories were true. She sighed, put in her earbuds to her ipod and began the short two block walk to the salon for her appointment at noon for the full treatment. Hair, makeup, mani/pedi, quick massage and a bikini wax- you never know around here- just in case. The whole process would be about three hours.
Three and a half hours later, she left the salon feeling like a new woman, and a lot lighter in the pocket. She knew plastic didn't weigh anything, but she felt the phantom pains. But it was a once in a lifetime event, and she was going all out. She was loose, polished, buffed, painted and styled. Her full lips were painted a dark glossy pink, blush on her high cheekbones, and her big blue eyes lined with black liner, false lashes, and blue smokey eye shadow. Her hair was done up in a web of intricate braids, coming together to wrap around a pony tail full of curls cascading down her back, with a few stray curls framing her face. She had to admit, she felt stunning. She couldn't help but smile when she passed by a small sidewalk cafe and earned double takes and rubbernecking from the guys sitting outside. She added a little sway to her walk and let the mood take over. In her room, she made the final touch ups- another slathering of lotion and perfume, extra deoderant, and the final touch- her dress. She slipped it on over matching light blue colored lace boyshort panties and backless halter top bra. With all the straps, she wondered if she did happen to find a hot guy to sleep with tonight, if untying all her straps would turn him off because he didn't like bondage. She laughed at her refelction, and shook her head gently. Slipping into her shoes, she tucked her powder, ID, phone, money and questions into her matching blue sequin clutch, then hung the passes around her neck. With a final nod of approval, she made her way to the waiting car.
She thought of her questions as she passed through the streets. She was able to interview one celebrity of her choice, the rest of the time she just got to hang out front row. She wouldn't argue with that.
She had answered instantly when they'd asked her who she'd wanted to interview, and she'd spent the first three nights up until one am watching every interview she could find of the celebrity she chose, just so she hopefully didn't ask the same boring questions. She also didn't want to ask them about any one else, just them. It was always about them. She smiled out the window as she pulled up to the auditorium. She got out, and made her way over to the director, to let him know she was there, and to confirm her position. Everything was going smoothly so far. She made her way down the red carpet, feeling the eyes of the crowds behind the barriers on her, to her mark where there was a camera man waiting for her. They were going to be streaming live on the radio station's web site, and she knew a lot of people were going to be watching. The radio had been playing a promo for her interview the whole week before she left.
It had been about twenty minutes before the first celebrities began to arrive and trickle down the red carpet, being led by their PR agent and being told on the list they were carrying who they were supposed to be interviewing with. She stood, smiled and nodded hello to the passing celebrities. Of course, the real big celebrities would come later. These now were mostly the supporting cast members. She recognized a few and was slightly starstruck for a moment, but knew she had to recover quickly. When the first person of her favorite movie showed up, the whole reason she was there, she breathed in deep, trying to keep herself calm. If this was her reaction to them, how would she do with her interview? Her nerves were making themselves be known. Christian Serratos was the first to pass her, who plays Angela in the Twilight Saga films, stopped by and said hi, just because she was nice. A few other celebrities stopped by, just saying hi, but then were ushered along by their rep because they wern't doing an interview with her. She heard the screams swell to a deafening roar, and looked down the carpet and saw Zac Effron slowly making his way towards the crowd on his left, touching hands and snapping pictures, about a hundred yards down. As time passed, the celebrities became more and more well known. Eva Mendez, Cameron Diaz, the band memebers of Muse, who were one of the performing acts. Dezalyn knew Muse, and had a couple of their albums. She was excited to see them. She watched as they did their interviews, slowing making their way down to her. She heard the camera man and the woman in a long gold gown with upswept blond hair talking about getting ready for their interview with Muse. They were going to be next to her! She watched other A-listers drift down. Again the crowd screamed, and of course she looked. Kristen Stewart just climbed out of her car. Her interview had to be soon. Beyonce, Scarlett Johanson, and Justin Timberlake all arrived. Justin! She swooned. And then, Muse was next to her. She tried her hardest not to stare, and tried not to eavesdrop. The crowd screamed again. Taylor Lautner. Shit. Ten minutes maybe for him to get down here? She was freaking out. Her cue was coming now. She hoped she didn't fail on the interview. After all, interviewing Taylor was what she had wanted, and now, after what seemed like forever to get here, now wasn't far enough. Then a person blocked her view. She blinked, and focused on the person in front of her. Matt! Matt Bellamy. Wow.
"Hello," she said, extending her hand to shake.
"Hello," he said, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. He just kissed her hand! She gave a shy smile. "Your name?" He asked.
"Dezalyn," she told him, her confidence climbing again.
"Well, Dezalyn, I'm Matt. You look beautiful, by the way. How is it I've never seen you before? And I have a good memory for beautiful women," he smiled charmingly, still holding her hand. Oh yeah, she noticed.
"I was just lucky enough to win an interview spot," she told him, a small smile playing on her lips. She didn't find him the least bit attractive, even though he did have the blue eyes, but come on, this was Muse!
"Do you get to interview me?"
"I'm not on your list of interviews," she said with a sigh. She watched him throw a glance over his shoulder at his bandmates who were still talking with the inverviewer.
"Damn," his shoulders slumped. He perked up again. "Are you able to make it to the after party?"
"Yes, I'll be there," she told him.
"Maybe you can interview me then?" He asked hopefully. It seemed like he was doing more of the interviewing. But she wouldn't pass it up.
"Sure, I would love the chance to ask you some questions," she tried to keep it innocent.
"Well, I was thinking," he leaned in and whispered in her ear, his cool breath sweeping down her neck, "a more of a one on one interview, if you know what I mean, darling." He leaned back, a smile on his face, and gave her fingers a light squeeze. Just then, she could have broken down to her knees in praise as his bandmates joined Matt, and their PR guy told them it was time to move on, looking at him expectantly. "Later?" The crowd screamed again, even louder than ever, and she couldn't look. Damn. She smiled and nodded to Matt, as he gave her hand a final squeeze before letting it go with a final smile over his shoulder as they were ushered along. She finally got a chance to glance at what the crowd was screaming over. Robert Pattinson. Of course. She should have known. And what was this, he was being directed down the carpet faster than Taylor. Crap. Taylor was still only half way to her. She noticed the barricades behind her rocking, so she took two steps away from it. Kristen passed without so much as a glance, and that was fine with her. More celebs said hi politely, either with a nod or wave. Robert was coming up quick on the opposite side of the carpet. The crowd behind her was reaching for him, shouting, waving items, trying to get his attention. She was instantly glad she'd taken the steps away from the barricade, so she wouldn't get knocked out with somthing. Some girl from behind her screamed his name as loud as she could, and actually got his attention. He turned, his eyes sweeping the crowd, passing over her, standing still with her hands clasped together below her waist, holding the microphone and an unamused expression on her face, then narrowed back on her. She watched the corner of his mouth turn up in that famous crooked smile out of the corner of her eye, trying not to look at him. What most people knew was that he was even more beautiful in real life. That's what was said anyway. Well, it was true. Team Jacob, Team Jacob, she chanted over and over in her head. She saw Robert turn back to his interviewer. She glanced around for Taylor, hoping he was close by. Two interviewers down, dressed in black dress shoes, jeans, a red t-shirt and a black suit coat. Damn he looked good. She tore her gaze away from Taylor and risked a look at Rob. She had to admit, he looked great in a black suit and black button down shirt, his hair styled in it's trademark way. She kept her eyes moving. Just in time too. She watched Rob smile as he turned and crossed the carpet, leaving his entourage with mouths hanging open, scrambling behind him. She kept her eyes to the left, pretending to stare off at something more interesting. The screams began swelling behind her, and she heard the metal barricade rock against the concrete more and more as Rob came closer, as she stood still in a sea of motion, looking off somewhere as if nothing was happening. But her stomach was doing summersaults and her heart was racing. Team Jacob. Taylor Lautner. Team Jacob. Taylor Lautner. Team Jacob. Taylor Lautner. At first, she was Switzerland. Both were equally hot. But after all the times of reading the books and watching the movies, she'd come to the decision that she would have wanted someone more emotionally stable than Edward, so that put her with Team Jacob. But how it started, she feared she might relapse back into Switzerland, or even something completely different- Team RPattz. He was so gorgeous. She smirked in her mind. That hair. But- Taylor's abs...Damn.
"Hello," the unmistakeable voice crooned. "Please don't crush my dream and tell me you're not here to interview me," he said in his great accent. She turned her eyes slowly to meet his. Gray. Gloriously gray. He had that smile on his face. And his hair, and scruffy chin. To fist her hands in his hair- TEAM JACOB!!! her brain screamed.
"Unfortunately, I do not have that honor," she gave a dismayed smile.
"Interview me anyway, if you wouldn't mind," he gave her a full, completely disarming smile. She felt her knees soften. She glanced around for Taylor. She was next. She opened her mouth to protest, but he spoke first. "I don't mean to intrude, but I would love the oppertunity to be interviewed by such a beauty as yourself," he layed it on thick.
"I-" she saw Taylor wave at her as he began the interview before hers. "We have to keep it quick, I'm really only here to interview Taylor-" she saw a flash of hurt cross his gorgeous face, so she rushed on and ammended, "it's in my contract, but if you don't mind, then I don't. Taylor's doing another right now anyway," she said, trying to soothe.
Rob glanced over his shoulder at his friend, and nodded. "I can keep it quick. Ask me. Ask me anything, since it's not being recorded," a smirk graced his lips.
"Alright, well," she dug through her facts about him, and tried to get the most generic question she could think of. "So you were born in England?" he nodded, watching her expectantly. She waited for him to elaborate, holding the microphone up to him, waiting for more.
"Is that it?" he asked.
She nodded, a small, sly grin on her face. She watched his eyes narrow, gageing her expression.
"Come on, you can do better," he encouraged softly. "I know you know who I am," he continued.
She glanced at Taylor, still obsorbed in his current interview, so she sighed. "Alright," she said, turning her full gaze on him, turning on the "interviewer" attitude. "Here it is. Is your fame with the Twilight series greater here because Americans tend to obsess more, or at home with you being from there?"
"Wow, now that's a question," he grinned. He took a step towards her, closing the space a little. "I'd say that it is greater over here. I don't know if it's because of the "obsession" factor, but there are definitely more people here than in England who follow Twilight," he said, letting his accent charm. "Ask me another. Something more- personal," he told her, taking another step closer to her. "Something everyone wants to know." What was it with English guys and their non-existant personal space bubbles? Not that she minded, but it was a surprise.
"Fine." She took a deep breath "Promise to tell the truth?"
He raised his eyebrows and gave her a charming smile. "Of course."
She nodded, glanced over Rob's right shoulder, and saw Taylor shaking hands with his interviewer and turn in her direction. Do or die. "Are you single?"
He leaned in and tilted his head, as if he were going to kiss her in front of twenty thousand people just in the area, and whispered, "One hundred percent." He leaned back just in time for Taylor to slap his back and throw his arm around his shoulders. Dezalyn couldn't help but smile.
"I see you've met Rob here," Taylor said, smiling.
"And we're rolling," the camera man announced, so Dezalyn stepped in front, in between the two guys and turned it on.
"Welcome to the 2011 MTV Movie Awards. My name is Dezalyn, fresh from the Big D, courtesy of 106.1 KISS FM. As you can see, I have two for the price of one here with me, and I think you know well enough who they are, so let's get right into it." She turned slightly towards Taylor, hoping Rob would step back and let Taylor have his interview. But of course he didn't. "Taylor, thank you for taking the time out to stop by and say hi to Dallas."
"My pleasure. Hey Dallas!" He waved at the camera.
"And of course Rob," she didn't want to be completely rude.
"Hey Dallas," he smiled and greeted the camera.
"So Taylor, my first question to you is, has your extensive training in the martial arts helped you with acting roles and dealing with Hollywood in general, with the disipline coinsiding with martial arts?"
"Wow! Great question. I haven't gotten that one before," he complimented. Dezalyn couldn't help but grin. "But yes, definitely. Not just in the strength and endurance for my own stunts, but it helps me remain calm, and gives me confidence in myself." He smiled sweetly into the camera.
"Do you still get to practice martial arts once in a while with your schedule?"
"I do, it's something I love so I make time. Even if it's on location, on set. In my trailor-"
"That explains the occasional rocking," Rob interjected with a wink.
"Or just a few kicks and punches if I'm outside and getting cold or something," he laughed, and ignored Rob's comment, smiling into the camera.
As Taylor was talking, Dezalyn felt an arm sneak around her waist. She instantly knew who's it was, and it wasn't the guy she was interviewing, or the camera man. But they were standing too close together for the crowd in front of them to notice. The only thing behind them were other reporters. Hopefully they were busy.
"Completely understandable. So did you ever think that things would get to this magnatude back when you were winning martial arts competitions?"
"Not at all. At first, I laughed at my mentor when he suggested it. I never in my wildest dreams thought I could be famous for acting. I thought it would be more along the lines of becoming an instructor myself, in all reality," he admitted, turning his smile on her. Her knees barely gave out. She felt Rob's arm tighten around her, as if she really has started to sink. Or was he being arrogant?
The camera guy flashed her five fingers letting her know the time. She nodded in aknowledgement. She also felt Rob's jacket being tugged, but he waived them off.
"So do you look up to guys like Chuck Norris, Jackie Chan or Bruce Lee, mixing martial arts with film?"
"Are you a regular interviewer? Your questions are awesome!" He smiled at her.
"Thanks, but no," she smiled shyly, feeling her face heat.
"I do. I mean, it would be great to do films like that. I wouldn't want that to be my "thing", like it is theirs, but to do more work with the two would be the best of both worlds for me. If you auditioned for a leading lady, I'll put in a good word for you," he bumped her gently, rocking back on his heels.
"That would be appreciated, if that chance ever comes along," but she knew it wouldn't. "But Taylor, many thanks for allowing me to interview you, it was amazing," she tried to wrap it up. "I had a lot of fun, and I hope the viewers enjoyed looking at you guys," she smiled and motioned to the camera.
"It was my pleasure. Some of the best questions ever. I can tell you took the time to think them through."
"And we're clear," the camera man said, putting his camera down.
"Thank you-"
"Dezalyn," she injected. The two guys took a step back, and the absence of Rob's arm was surprisingly saddening.
"Thank you, Dezalyn. And I was serious about the role thing, you should be in movies, or at least in magazines. You're beautiful," he smiled.
"Taylor. We gotta move," a black guy in a suit told him. Taylor nodded.
"Thank you, Taylor, thanks for letting me interview you. You were a great first," she smiled.
"After party?"
"Yeah."
"See you there?"
"Definitely."
"Nice to meet you, Dezalyn," he gave her a quick hug and bounded off to his next interview. Dezalyn was stunned.
"He's very affectionate," Rob said, reminding her that he was still standing there. Why was he still standing there? Blowing off other interviews to stand with her? Giving everyone else something to write about, gossip instead of truth?
"You're going to get in trouble if you stick around here, you know," she turned to him, half smiling. He smiled in return. "I don't mind much, for your company," he said quietly. She glanced around, everyone watching. It seemed as if time had stopped. "So you'll be at the after party, yes?"
"Yes, I'll be there," she told him. She couldn't lie, she'd just told Taylor. Not that she'd want to lie to one of the most gorgeous men alive.
"Good," he turned and walked away in his black suit. She couldn't help but stare in shock. The events of the day were suddenly overwhelming. She was done, she could leave. She was originally going to stay and watch the awards show, but with the events of the evening so far and knowing what was coming, she had to escape. She pulled out her phone and called the car to come pick her up. The last of the celebrities were finishing their interviews and entering the arena for the actual show. She'd just catch it on live t.v. as she polished up. She glanced around, noticing that people were still watching her. She turned to the camera man.
"You leaving? or going inside?" she asked him.
"I'm leaving. Don't have access to the show," he told her, winding a cord around his arm.
"Walk me out?"
"Not a problem,"
"Thank you so much." She waited patiently, which the five minutes felt like an eternity at that moment, then walked out with him, people still watching. Grateful her car was waiting, she said goodbye and thank you to her camera man, and went back to her hotel.
The moment she walked through the door, the annoying bellhop was back. She didn't have the energy to fight him off as he followed her all the way from the front door and past the front desk, spewing out one question after another. Her mind was already going ninety miles an hour, disecting every word said and not said this afternoon, she didn't even want to say one word to him. She pulled a five from her purse and gave it to him, just so he'd leave her alone right before her room door closed, thankfully separating them. She leaned against the door and slipped off her shoes. She wanted to order room service, something like a salad or sandwich, write down everything that had happened, find the show being televised- or maybe if she was lucky enough, a channel that was just starting, replaying it from the beginning so she could see if she could see herself. Or better yet, find the video she streamed for the radio station, just to make sure she wasn't in a dream, and be rudely awakened any minute. She ordered a cobb salad first, and while she was waiting for her dinner, she searched the cable channel guide for the awards. After that, she pulled out her notebook, and tried her hardest to write everything down, from beinning to right now, sitting on the bed watching the show on t.v. instead of being there like she thought she would be. But she wouldn't trade the earlier events for the show, not in a million years. And now, she had more time to touch up her make up and change for the after party.
After eating and writing, with the show on in the background, she slipped out of her dress and hung it up carefully, hanging it on the back of the door. She turned on the tub, and sat down on the edge, and shaved her legs one more time. There could be absolutely no stuble. And with three guys looking for her at the party, her chances were good that she'd leave with somebody. And any one of the three would be great. She didn't think she'd have chosen better. Well, maybe trade Matt for Kellan, but who cares? After shaving, she put on more lotion and spray on her legs, and another layer of perfume on her body before pulling her other dress off of it's hanger and shimmying into it. She tied it tight, taking full advantage of the corset and it's affects on her cleavage and waist. She took down her hair, but left the braids in, so it ended a couple inches above the small of her back. She touched up her makeup, adding another coat of maskara and lip gloss, and fixing the smudged eyeliner, and adding a little more for the night.
Satisfied with her reflection, again she stashed her important items in her matching clutch, and stepped into her shoes. Sighing, she knew she would have to face the bellhop again. It wouldn't be her luck for him to have gotten off work while she was getting ready. In that case, she had another five handy to shut him up. She turned off the lights, and glanced to the t.v. They were giving the final award. Maybe she should just wait a little bit and arrive at the party "fashionably late", so that the guys would be watching the door for her instead. And whoever got to her first, well, it was all fair game. She liked that thought, and turned the lights back down, and watched the rest of the show, picking at the remaining pieces of her salad and checking her email from her phone. A majority of her emails, which were an extraordinarily high amount, were all from people posting "OHMYGOD I JUST SAW YOU WITH ROB AND TAYLOR!" on her Facebook wall and Twitter. She smiled, and logged into Facebook to update her status. 'In my hotel room in between the show and the party. Should be interesting...' If only they knew the whole story. But then, they probably wouldn't believe her anyway. She shrugged. What did it matter? They were her memories, and she knew the truth. That Matt Bellamy, Robert Pattinson and Taylor Lautner were all going to seek her out at this after party. Interesting indeed... She glanced up at the t.v., and saw all the celebrities exiting the building, getting ready to relocate for the party. The camera cought sight of Rob. Was he scanning the crowd? And for who? Hmmm...she smiled, and hoped it was for her. When he noticed the camera, he gave an awkward, preoccupied smile, waved, and continued scanning the crowd. Finally the camera man had to focus on someone else. Just a few more minutes... She logged into Twitter, and checked her tweets, to see if anyone had said anything. Of course she was following Rob and Taylor, even though they hardly ever tweeted. Just as she was about to sign off, a new tweet appeard. She clicked on it, and it was Taylor.
'Met a beautiful girl, hope to find her soon at the after party to get to know her. Back off @RobPattinson!'
She laughed. Could that possibly be about her? She hoped so. And it made her laugh to know that he knew about Rob and his pass at her. If, of course, it was about her. She waited a minute. It was so weird to see a tweet from him. Another new tweet appeared.
'@theTaylorLautner- I met her first.' was all he said. She really hoped this was about her, and really hoped that the onlooking media didn't connect the dots. Not until she was out of California by tomorrow afternoon. Then she wouldn't care. The media could have their hayday and she wouldn't be around for them to stalk. If, of course, it was about her. She looked to the t.v. again, and noticed that the reporter from the show was signing off, informing everyone that the afterparty would be in full swing in the next ten minutes. Well, alright then. Guess it was about that time. She stood up, turned off the t.v., and the lights, and opened her door.
It was like that bell hop hadn't moved since she left him there almost three hours ago. But at least his reaction to seeing her was worth him standing there, as if his sole purpose was to annoy her. His chin dropped, and his eyes grew wide- she imagined him in a cartoon with his tongue rolling out of his head and onto the floor, and his eyes popping out wide. Now where was a mallet when you needed one? She crossed to him, stopped in front of him, put a finger out and pushed his jaw closed. With the other hand, she fished out her five, and tucked it securly into is uniform pocket. "Quiet," she whispered to him. His mouth open and closed like a fish, so she rolled her eyes and turned for the door. Could a guy be any more cartoon than him? Her car was outside, and the driver jumped out and ran around the car to open the door for her. She smiled her thanks and climbed in.
Twenty minutes after the lady had said the party was in ten, she stepped out of the car and onto the carpet. For those first ten steps, she felt like she was at the wrong place. The paparazzi on both sides of the carpet behind the same metal barriers that were at the auditorium just stared at her, frozen. She flashed them a smile, then then everything exploded. Lights blinded her, coming from every angle as they feverishly snapped her picture. For the last ten steps, she felt like she was the A-lister. Just another good part of the dream. After flashing her pass, the large wooden double doors were opened for her, revealing a large, open, foyer. Gleaming hardwood floors, plush red floor to ceiling curtains lining the walls, a large crystal chandelier in the center of the two story high arched ceiling. Icicle lights everywhere, with large, full flowers in pots and stands in front of the curtains to add color. But in front of her, to her slight left, was a huge sweeping curving staircase leading up to open doors and heavy bass. She assumed that's where the party was. She climbed the stairs slowly, noticing her shoes sink into the red velvet carpet runners.
With two more guys garding the doors upstairs, she gave them a smile and showed her pass a final time before tucking it away. They pulled back the cream gauzy curtains, revealing the room. She didn't want to look too rediculous stairing, so she swept the room and found the bar at the opposite side. If tonight was going to be anything like what had been said before, she would need two drinks just for her nerves, and maybe a third for that good old liquid confidence. Just in case someone was watching, she made an indirect line fo the bar. She didn't want to seem too obvious. She looked around as she went, taking everythin in. She was way out of her league. Even if she thought of this party as an "office party" for the celebrities, what with everyone having probably worked with everybody else at some point in time, it was still incredibly intimidating. She saw people here that hadn't even come the the awards show, like an A, B, and C-list party. And then her. Well, shit. With that thought, she might be able to find someone else who won a pass to get here, and she didn't think it'd be too hard to point out someone else as awkward as her. Or just someone else not famous that wasn't the wait staff. Ha. That was depressing. She felt closer to the wait staff then the people attending the party.
Make that four drinks.
She sided up to the bar, and smiled at the bartender. He was decent looking enough- he reminded her of Clark Kent, without the glasses, and tan. Wonder if he had a stack of headshots under the bar there.
"Hey there, gorgeous, what can I get you?" He leaned on his elbow on the counter as he polished a glass with a rag, and a half smile on his face. How many movies had that pose been in? She wondered if he had another gig as a male stripper. Maybe she'd just go back to her room with him. She gave him a sexy smile. Why the hell not?
"A shot of vodka, and then a grapefruit cosmo."
He nodded and smiled knowingly. "Coming right up." He set the needed glasses up on the bar and poured a shot into the small glass. She had that down before he came back up with the next bottle of liquor. He paused, eyeing the empty glass. "I did fill that, didn't I?"
She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, just need a head start."
"Right." As he worked on her second drink, she tried to ignore the burn sliding down to her stomach. Wow that felt good. The most real feeling she'd had since she got here. No, she lied. Inadequacy was the first. This was the second. He finished her drink, and she was bringing it to her lips, looking over the rim of the glass at the bartender. She watched the bartender's gaze slide from hers to over her shoulder and widen slightly, so she froze, the glass a hair away from her bottom lip. She felt a warm hand press against the small of her back. She knew who it was.
"Here you are, my dear, I've been waiting for you," Rob said softly. Did she mention she loved his accent? TEAM JACOB! "You look positively stunning." She took a sip only because she needed it, then set the glass down on the bar, and turned to face him. His eyes washed over her. She felt as if she was being undressed. She didn't think that was ever possible, but the heat she saw in his eyes proved otherwise. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the bartender pretend to wipe the counter with his rag, but that one spot he was rubbing was going to be worn if he didn't move. She had to laugh inwardly. Thank you bartender, for the distraction.
"Thank you, Robert."
"Rob, please. May I have the privledge of-"
"Sorry I'm late, I couldn't get away from the director of my next project, he wanted to talk business. Dezalyn, my apologies. You look so, so.." he searched for the right word as his eyes wandered over her. "So- alluring," he finished with a grin. "Rob," he curtly nodded to him.
"Thank you, Taylor," she smiled. Here all this time she had almost envied Bella being in a triangle with Jacob and Edward, and now here she was, with Robert and Taylor. Wow.
"The party's over here, I see. Good evening Dezalyn, enchanting as ever," Matt took her hand and brought it to his lips again, for the second time today. Well, with Matt in front of her, Taylor on her left and Rob on her right, the bartender gaping behind the bar at this increasingly fascinating scene unfolding in front of him, she got the feeling she'd have the best shot of getting laid by the bartender, or the ever willing bellhop at her hotel. Providing he was still there when she got back. Wow what a predicament she'd gotten herself into here. Could someone please send a distraction?
"Thank you, Matt."
"Gentlemen," Matt said, addressing Rob and Taylor. "It's good to see you again, outside of the Twilight world."
"It is. You guys were great at the show," Taylor said.
"Thank you. It was an honor to play." She tuned them out, wondering if she could make an exit. She glanced around, and spotted Kate Hudson, one of her idols, and she knew one of Matt's ex'es. Maybe if she stared hard enough, she could get Kate's attention, and she would come over here. She tried for a minute, but then felt awkward. She moved her eyes again- finding Reese Witherspoon, another of her idols. Justin Timberlake, Seth Rogan, Anne Hathaway- she loved Princess Diaries. Paris Hilton, Russell Brand, and Britney Spears just to name a few. She wished she could take pictures and get autographs, but she felt like this was a "sacred" place, free of poparazzi. And if she approached them, she'd be like the poparazzi. She didn't want that.
"So Dezalyn, as I was saying before- may I have the privledge of a dance?" Rob asked. She stole a glance around to the other guys, who had surprise written on their faces.
"Of course, Rob, I would be delighted." He took her hand, excused them from the group, and led her to the dance floor. 'All I See' by Kylie Minogue was playing. She loved this song, and was ready to get her groove on, thanks to the slight tingling in her body from the alcohol, but instead, Rob had other plans. He pulled her in close against him, and wrapped his arms around her waist, so she naturally wrapped hers around his neck. Wasn't it convenient how her head fit perfectly on the crook of his shoulder, and his chin could rest on her head? She felt warmth seep into her, comforting. She could see people pointing and whispering at her with him, but she didn't care at the moment. She was pretty sure this was as close to heaven as she was going to get, without actually dying. She inhaled through her nose. He smelled amazing, and made her tingle in the best places.
"So I've been dying to ask you- I have a million questions, but I'll start with this one, since you have more than one admirer. Obviously I think my main competition is Taylor. Matt, he can sing, and he's a great guy, but I don't find him to be an attractive enough man for you. So. Team Jacob or Team Edward?"
She laughed quietly. It wasn't the expected 'how did you manage to get here'? She tilted her head up and looked up into his downcast eyes. "He has blue eyes. I'm a sucker for blue eyes." His eyebrows rose. "But at first, I was Switzerland," she watched his expression fall. Sorry, Rob, it was only going to get worse. Good thing this was based on fictional characters. Crap, she didn't like where this was going. Looks like it's going to be the bell hop. Damn. He better not have performance anxiety. "But as I read it more and watched it more, I became Team Jacob- for me personally, not for Bella." She felt bad for putting the small frown on his beautiful face.
"Why is that?"
"Well, and keep this in mind that this entire conversation is based on fictional characters-" he nodded. "But I think Edward is too high maintenance and emotionally unstable for me, so that's why I'm team Jacob. And he's hot in more ways than one." She smiled, and couldn't resist his hair when it was so close to her fingers. She slid them up the back of his head and into his hair, letting the silk slide through. It was amazing. His eyes closed partially, then he looked down at her.
"I guess those are good reasons, and it is a good thing that they are fictional, and I am realistically nothing like Edward," he said with a small smile playing on his perfect lips. She wanted so badly to kiss those lips.
"Really?" she asked instead, trying to keep her mind off of jumping him right there. She needed another drink. Instead, she fisted his hair gently. He nodded, one hundred percent serious. "Alright, I'll keep that in mind. So how mad was your publicist when you stayed so long with me? I'm guessing you missed at least one interview," she smiled again, laughing inwardly.
Rob rolled his gray eyes. "She was angry enough, but she explained to them that I'd just make it up at a later date. Between that and the story they were already getting with me skipping them to stay with you, they wern't too upset," he smiled down at her.
"I'm glad I didn't get you into any trouble," she told him softly, looking up at him through her lashes.
He laughed quietly. "Just not that kind of trouble."
"I like that kind of trouble," she whispered. He looked down at her, and slowly leaned in for a kiss.
"Excuse me, can I cut in?" She looked up and saw Taylor on her right. A smile appeared on her face, which cought onto Taylor's.
She felt Rob look at her, then he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Can I come back?" She nodded. He kissed her cheek, nodded at Taylor, then became lost in the crowd.
"I brought you something," Taylor said, and handed her the same drink she'd had earlier. She downed it quickly.
"Thank you. This night has been surreal so far."
Taylor took her into the same embrace Rob had. She could almost feel every one of his abs. Oh God, his abs. How she wanted to run her tongue over them. Would he let her?
"A good surreal?"
"It keeps getting better," she nodded.
"Good to hear. So, what do you think of the other two guys?"
"Honestly?" He nodded. "Matt, well, he's smooth with words, but that's what he does. I'm not attracted to anything about him besides for the sole fact that he's the lead singer of Muse. But I don't think I could even use that to attempt to bring myself to want to sleep with him at any point in time. I consider him harmless." Wow, what a case of word vomit. Was it the alcohol? She didn't think so.
He laughed, sounding slightly relieved. "Okay, that's a good start. I'm concerned about my constant rival."
"That's funny, he said the same of you."
"Really? That is funny. Alright, I'll cut to the chase." And as if that was a cue to the music, Enrique Iglesias's song 'Tonight' began.
"Something clear would be appreciated."
He looked down at her, into her eyes. Then they dropped to her lips. "I want you. Tonight. After this." He raised his eyes back up to hers as his hands laid flat on her hips. "And I'm not talking just tonight. I want to get to know you. Tonight will just be an introduction. You can tell a lot about a person by the way- well, you know." A devious grin appeared on his lips. Of course she knew.
"Okay, then the feeling's mutual. That sounds like a plan to me."
"Perfect. Can I have your number?"
"Definitely."
"Great." He brought his right hand off of her hip and reached into his pocket, fishing for his phone. Finally producing it, he took her number into his phone.
"Dezalyn, can I borrow you for a moment?" Rob asked, interrupting. She looked from Taylor in front of her, and Rob standing two steps away, her eyebrows raised slightly in surprise. She didn't know what to do. If she went to Rob, would that be like choosing him? She was so torn. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she'd be in the position she was in now. Compromising, she took one step towards Rob, and one away from Taylor, standing between the two. She watched Rob's eyebrows draw together slightly, then glanced at Taylor, who had a small smile on his face. At least she hadn't made him unhappy. Rob sighed and stepped towards her, closing the distance. He ducked his head, his lips close enough to her ear to send a shiver down her spine without him even saying anything.
"Yes?" she breathed.
"Come with me tonight. He might have great abs, but he's inexperienced," Rob said. "Do you know how old he is?" Dezalyn's mouth popped open, eyes wide. That's a low blow, she though. But damn, it's probably true. Although, the press hasn't ever linked Rob to anyone either. Just because he's older... Taylor's legal though. And by the time she was legal, she knew what she was doing. Rob leaned back, and gazed into her eyes, trying to sway her. His eyes were breathtaking. She dropped her gaze to his mouth, then across the floor to Taylor, who was watching her expectantly. Why did she feel like she was being torn in half? Taylor took a step towards them, and put his left hand on her hip.
"Dezalyn, whatever he's saying-"
"It's not important." She paused, taking a deep breath. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't keep this up. Couldn't come between two friends like this. Shit, they still had another movie to make together, and she didn't need to add another reason for Taylor to think of to be mad at Rob for, to fuel Jacob's hate for Edward. She took a step back, away from the both of them, forming a triangle. Good lord this was complicated! Way too deep way too fast. Fortunately there was no sign of Matt. Her concience won out over her inner slut. "Rob, Taylor," she said, looking at each one respectively. "I'm sorry. I didn't come here to come between you. You still have to work together," she said slowly, just loud enough for them to hear. "I never expected to be here, let alone here," she motioned to the guys. They smiled and nodded. "I'm sorry, but if neither of you can concede to the other, I'm going to have to walk away. I don't want to hurt anybody, I'm just here for fun," she said, feeling slightly lightheaded, and unfortunately it wasn't from the alcohol. She met both their eyes, pleading, searching. She watched them exchange a glance and nod. Her brows knit in confusion.
"Let's get out of here," Taylor said.
Rob nodded in agreement. "Where are you staying?" he asked. Both guys watched her expecntantly.
She was so confused. "The Sheraton, why?"
"We're all going to meet there later," Taylor said. "Room number?" She gave it, not able to wrap her head around what they were saying.
"Wait wait wait," she said, putting her hands up, stopping them mid sentence. "At the risk of sounding like an idiot in front of two of the hottest men alive, which is kind of a big deal- you're both coming to my hotel later?" Her eyes raced from a set of brown eyes to a set of gray, then back and forth. They both smiled.
"If it's okay with you, of course," Rob said slowly.
"Both of you?!" she whispered, in shock. Rob reached a hand up, and caressed her left cheek with his fingernails, brushing a curl away from her face. "Of course," she said, and tried to make her lips smile, but they felt like cold clay, unyielding.
"Great!" Taylor exlaimed. "Half an hour? Split up at meet back at your room?"
"I-" she was so stunned.
"That way we can all make our escape without the press. Although with your entrance, they might follow you," Rob joked as he smiled at her.
Her head was spinning. God did she need a drink. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and tried to put on a mask for the last half an hour. She couldn't afford to think about her situation. "Of course," she laughed casually, trying desperately to reign in her nerves. She needed to amp up the charm. If she was going to keep every girl's dream of a threesome with them a reality, she needed to snap out of her stupidness. She tucked her purse under her right arm, and brought a hand up to each of the guys cheeks, caressing them slowly, looking each of them in the eye. "Half an hour," she said, reaffirming their plan. They nodded. "I'll be ready," she told them, then left them there, making her way back to the bar as quick and slow as she could. After making a large arc through the crowd, she finally made it back to the bar. "Two lemon drops, please," she asked the bartender when it was her turn. He smiled and began her request. She turned and scanned the room, her right elbow remaining on the bar. Her mind was spinning. The three of them, in her hotel. Robert and Taylor in her room, alone. Oh God. She clenched her thighs together in anticipation and nerves. She turned towards the bar when she heard her glasses clink on the counter, and brought the first one to her lips, and downed it quickly.
"Excuse me, can I order you a drink?" She turned at the voice behind her, was was face to face with the blond haired, blue eyed, dimple cheeked Kellan Lutz. Oh shit.
"Sure, thank you," she said, flashing him a winning smile.
He returned it with one of his own, dimples flashing. "Great. I'm Kellan. Your name?" he held out a hand to shake.
Taking it carefully, she answered, "Hi Kellan, nice to meet you. I'm Dezalyn."
"Hi Dezalyn. I couldn't help but notice my good friends took to you quickly. What are you drinking?"
"Lemon drops, thank you," she said.
"Another lemon drop for the lady," Kellan told the bartender. The bartender turned towards Dezalyn, his brow raised slightly in question. She nodded once, and he began his task. She took the oppertunity to check him out. Black chucks, dark blue jeans, light blue t-shirt under a black sport coat. Yum. Her eyes flicked to his when he began to speak, turning back towards her. "So you've meet Robert and Taylor. I figured I'd better introduce myself as well, get to know everyone at once," he grinned at her.
"Yes, they are very friendly," she said, turning towards him.
"They are, once you get to know them. Usually they're very private, especially Rob." He continued as she took her second shot. She watched him scan the group. "I wanted to see what the fuss was about," he finished, turing to look at her, assessing. "I can see why," he murmured, as his eyes raked down then up her body. "You're new here. I've never seen you before. Working on your first film?" He smiled warmly at her, his dimples flashing, her knees melting.
"Actually, yes," she lied.
His eyes lit up. "Really? What is it?"
"Oh, not what you'd expect," she confessed.
"Tell me," he grinned wickedly, his blue eyes flashing with mischief.
"It's a porno," she told him, looking up at him through her lashes. He pulled back in surprise. "But not in the traditional sense," she continued quickly. Although, if someone were to catch her evening activities, she was pretty much guaranteed to become the next His brows drew down, trying to understand. "I am new here, temporarilly. But with Rob and Taylor, my interview of them, my entrance here caught by the papparazzi, and my exit I'm sure, tonight will be equivalent to," she explained, a smile playing on her lips.
After a moment, as it sank in, he smiled and nodded his head in agreement. "It is kinda, right? Exposed, recording every second, then released to the public. Nice comparason," he complimented with a smile. "So you said your interview of Rob and Taylor? Is that why you're here?"
"Yeah, I'll be leaving tomorrow. I won a contest to interview the celebrity of my choice while livestreaming. I'd chosen Taylor, but Rob came by first even though I wasn't on his list of interivews. He wouldn't move on while I was interviewing, so the audience got a two-fer. They both wanted to talk to me here, and that's probably what you saw," she explained while he listened patiently, nodding occasionally.
"Explains why you're the shiny new toy," he said with a grin.
"Womp womp," she sang with a grin. He laughed.
"There's a buzz going around about you. A lot of people have noticed you," he told her, gesturing towards the crowd.
"Well, my fun will just be tonight, and tomorrow I go back home," she said. "This is honestly all overwhelming."
He laughed. "Home is where?"
"Dallas."
"Southern belle. Sweet," he nodded with approval. "I can hear your accent, it's nice."
"Why, thank you kindly sir," she said, thickening her accent, being rewarded with a laugh. She felt her a vibrate in her clutch. Waiting for the best time, she slipped out her cell while Kellan was ordering another drink. It was just a text from her friend Kelly, wanting an update on her night. She had no intention of replying at the moment, but she did notice the time. She had to go, it was time. She sent a quick text to her driver. Her stomach flipped with nerves, anticipation, arousal and worry about what she was going to say to Kellan to excuse herself. A thought dawned on her.
"Kellan, I apologize, but I have to go. I have an early flight, and I'm afraid my head is a little woozy," she said, which was partly true. "It was really great to meet you, I'll treasure it forever. I love your work by the way, and all your charities are amazing," she said, laying a hand on his left forearm, resting on the bar holding a tumbler of liquid amber with ice cubes.
"Aw, the party's just getting started. The live bands haven't even started yet!" She gave him a weak smile, trying to play it off. His eyes searched her face. "Alright," he conceeded. "Let me walk you to the door?"
"That would be fabulous," she smiled up at him. She pushed herself off the bar and pretended to sway, and Kellan surprised her by looping his left arm through her right, and walked her through the crowd. She tilted her chin up as they passed, everyone looking at them with either surprise or suspicion. Kellan escorted her back through the gauzy curtains, and down the stairs holding her steady, then to the main doors. She barely witheld the wimper trying to escape her lips as he released her from his big solid arms.
"It was really great to meet you too, and I hope your trip out here was everything and more," he said genuinely with a smile.
"Oh, it's been, exceedingly. I look forward to watching your work on screen," she said, smiling up at him.
"Have a good night, and take it easy, Dezalyn," he said, her name rolling off his tongue like a caress. Her mind raced, trying to think of a way, any way, to get him back to her place. But instantly she felt guilty- he wasn't the type for being ambushed with wicked trysts, even though that devilish grin and the way he said her name had her rethinking.
"Thank you, Kellan, take care." She raised herself up to her tip toes and kissed him gently on his left cheek, trying not to leave a mark of lipgloss. They exchanged a smile, then she motioned for the doors to be opened. She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin as the doors parted, prepairing for the papparazzi, just in case. With a look over her should and a wave at Kellan, she stepped into the camera flashes lighting up the night. As she carefully took the three stairs then the rest of the carpet rolled out to the waiting car, she smiled, giving the paps good pictures. If she was going to be connected with Rob and Taylor, she wanted them to have good pictures to publish on the covers of their Enquirers. Her driver opened the door, then closed it behind her once she was in. She lifted her hair above the headrests of the seat, and rested her head, letting the night and new events replay through her mind. Before she knew it, her door was being opened again, and she was at her hotel. Thanking her driver and deciding a time for her ride to the airport tomorrow, she bid him goodnight, and made her way inside. Much to her relief, the over eager bellhop was no where to be seen. Hopefully he was at home, playing his x-box before bedtime of 9:30. She smirked, and made her way to her hallway. She glanced at her phone, knowing she was making it back to her room just in the nick of time. She wouldn't be completely surprised if one of them was already there waiting for her. If she were to bet money, she'd say Taylor. As soon as she turned the corner, and she was slightly disappointed. No one. Sighing and unlocking her door, at least she'd have a chance to change and freshen up. She quickly straightened her room, pulled out her just in case lingere, stowed her suitcase, and dashed into the bathroom. She peeled out of her dress and hung it up on the door, then pulled on her black lace stalkings and garter belt. She fastened her dark blue satin and black lace corset, then pulled on her matching g-string and slipped back into her heels. She began to undo her hair, taking out the braids and leaving her hair wild, and spritzed it with her body spray. She quickly brushed her teeth, reapplied her lipgloss, added another coat of mascara to the tips of her lashes, and fixed her smudged eyeliner and shadow. She sprayed her body spray ahead of her and walked through it, just in time for a knock on the door. Straightening the vanity counter, she pinched her cheeks as she walked to the door. With a deep breath, she placed her hand on the handle, and pushed it down slowly.
She hit her "Reese" pose, the one in Legally Blonde when she enteres the courtroom in her pink dress, her legs together, her right heel cocked, as she opened the door wide. She nearly fainted on the spot. They were both there- Rob had his left forearm above his head, resting on the doorframe, his dress coat resting in the crook of his bent right arm, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, his hair messy, and his hip cocked away from the doorframe. He looked up at her through his lashes and grinned. Taylor was a step behind him, his coat off also, the top buttons of his shirt undone, and a grin gracing his face.
"Good evening," she purred, then stepped out of the door to let them in. She inhaled in turn as they stepped past her. They both smelled amazing, and instantly it began to turn her on. She closed the door behind them, locking it. She turned to face them, her back to the door, palms flat to the wood as she watched them, a slow smile appearing on her face. She watched their eyes sweep over her slowly. Never had she had any man look at her like they were, especially two, at the same time. Fuck! She felt her panties become moist. Rob finally broke the trance and tossed his coat onto the nearby chair.
"Sorry we're late- Kellan cornered us as we were leaving," he said, his voice low and scruffy. When she didn't give him a reaction, he continued. "For a minute there, I was worried this was going to be a three man show, the way he escorted you to the door. That was a fine performance you put on there." He paused again, waiting for her. She only twitched a smile. He continued after another moment. "You didn't even tell him about your plans after the party," he said. Was that surprise in his voice? Possibly, she thought smugly to herself.
"I thought about it, honestly," she admitted quietly, then decided to give a little push. She wanted this show started already. "His biceps had me thinking twice." She watched Rob's eyebrows pull down slightly, and she glanced at Taylor, and gave him a hot look. He grinned in response. He had very nice biceps also. "I didn't want anyone overhearing," she said. Rob nodded.
"Compairing Hollywood to a porno? That was nice. Very apt," he said, the right corner of his mouth twitched up. "Of course he wanted more details about our after interview dances," he continued. "Don't worry, we didn't tell him either, of our plans here. He was very impressed with you. And your whole I have to go because I'm drunk and have an early flight excuse, the drunken wable, you should belong here. And the kiss at the end, very convincing."
"So you enjoyed watching me there," she said softly, trying to decide if that was hot or creepy.
"Of course, like many other men there. You're beautiful," he said.
"Hmm, that's slightly Edward-like," she said, pushing herself away from the door and taking a step towards him when a look of surprise flitted briefly cross his features, only to be tucked away again. She heard Taylor snort quietly. "But unlike Edward, you didn't attempt to rip Kellan apart. For that I'm glad." She brought her right hand up to the satin bow at the top of her corset, and began to slowly pull at it. "While you were watching, had I known, I'd probably have done something like this." With her left, she slowly slid it down her corset to stop in between her legs. She glanced at them both, and they each had their eyes trained on her left hand. "I like being watched," she said quietly, as her hand slipped quickly under her scrap for panties, dipped inside herself, then brought her hand up to her lips. She watched as they stood statue still, eyes on her hand. She parted her lips slowly, slid her tongue out over her bottom lip, and took her fingers in her mouth to suck on them. Letting out a low moan, that broke the guys spell. They were to her in an instant, Taylor behind her, Rob in front. She dropped her hands and held them out slightly at her side, letting the guys disrobe her frantically. Rob undid her corset and let it fall to the floor, then stared at her breasts, carefully cradleing them, one in each hand. Taylor had dropped to his knees, undoing her stalkings, and sliding her belt down to her ankles, working on sliding her panties down. He grasped her thighs, and she felt him lean in towards her, then heard him inhale and groan. God if he couldn't just make her wet. She was practically dripping down her legs.
"You're magnificent," Rob muttered, caressing her nipples with the pads of his thumbs. She let her head fall back as a moan escaped her. Suddenly she felt two wide fingers slide along her pussy, and her hips bucked against them. After a couple passes, Taylor slid his fingers into her.
"Oh God," she gasped, as Rob fell to his knees and began to feast on her breasts, his mouth sucking, tongue twirling around her hard nipples, making them even more hard, which she didn't know was possible. She pushed her chest into his face, and he responded by taking more of her in his mouth, his other hand mimicking his mouth on her other breast. Her knees were weak with the onslaught of stimulation. She slid her left hand into Rob's hair, her left into Taylor's behind her as his mouth covered her ass in wet open mouth kisses, and fisted both her fists, moaning. Rob switched to the other breast, changing hands to do his work. His free hand held onto her hip, bracing, holding her to him. Taylor's fingers slid slowly in and out, then up around to her clit, rolling it between his fingertips, then back to her entrance, to repeat the pattern. It wouldn't be long now. She began to pant, feeling the familiar tightening of her impending orgasm.
"Taylor," she gasped, tightening her fist in his hair, her hips rocking with his rhythm.
"Come for me, baby," he said, his voice husky with need. "Your scent is intoxicating."
His words tipped her over the edge, and sent her spiraling, reeling with the intensity of her orgasm.
"My turn," Rob declaired, lifting her by her waist and placing her in the middle of the bed. He grabbed both her ankles and set her feet on the bed, her shoes forcing her hips to rise slightly off the bed. She heard a zip, then a piece of foil tearing.
"I'm clean and on the pill, I'm safe, I can do anything you want" she panted, half delirious. She felt the bed dip by her feet, then a tongue was running up her leg from her knee towards her center. She looked down and saw Rob between her legs, and she nearly came just at the sight. Oh God that was beautiful. Damn, her legs looked amazing, she noted, then knew where the zipper had come from. Taylor had his slacks undone and unzipped, his big smooth cock in his right hand, stroking slowly.
"I gave you one," he said as he straddled her shoulders. She knew exactly what he wanted. She grasped his cock with her hands, hard velvet, and brought it to her lips, then slowly took him in. "Your mouth is so beautiful wrapped around me," he said, stroking her face, and reaching between his legs to roll her right nipple. She moaned, her throat sending vibrations up his cock. She gasped around him when she felt the tip of Rob's tongue on her pussy, circling her entrance, tasting her.
"Better than a fine wine," Rob said into her thigh before giving her pussy a good firm lick, from bottom to top. Her hips bucked against his face involuntarilly. He gently nipped her clit, causing her to cry out around Taylor's cock. Taylor began moving slowly.
"Damn girl, you take my cock like a pro," he groaned, bracing himself up on his hands placed either side of her head as he began to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth slowly. "I like fucking your hot, pretty mouth," Taylor said, looking into her eyes with a smile. She smiled in return around him and hummed in appreciation, causing him to groan.
"Dez, your pussy is like honey," Rob said, and began to feast, kissing her pussy open mouthed, sucking, licking and nipping her oversensitive flesh. She whimpered. "I love how it drips down your ass," he said, taking a breath before licking the escaping arousal. Her hips bucked again, and Rob brought his hands to her hips, holding her down, applying more pressure with his beautiful mouth. She whimpered again, unable to move, only absorb the feelings they were creating. She brought her hands up to Taylor's pants, holding the V apart to get him farther in her mouth as Rob built her up higher than she ever thought possible. With one last nip to her clit and a swirl of his tongue at her entrance, he began tongue fucking her. That was her weakness. She shattered around him, screaming around Taylor's cock.
"Mmm, yeah," Taylor moaned, his hips moving as fast as he dared to. "You swallow?" he asked. She smiled lazily around him, then sucked all the air out of her cheecks. "Damn you're good at this," he growled, his hands fisting and slightly tugging her hair. "I'm gonna come in your pretty mouth. Swallow baby," he told her. She was ready, and did as he asked. Taylor moaned as her throat worked around him, pulling him deeper while Rob slipped a couple fingers into her pussy. "Beautiful," Taylor said, smiling down at her as he pulled out. She licked her lips as if she'd finished the last drop of cream, and enjoyed every bit of it. "So sexy," he growled, then moved off of her, to sit on her right side. "Not a lost drop anywhere. I'd pay for that shit again it was so good," he told her. God she loved his dirty mouth. He looked so innocent most the time. Who knew? It was so hot thought.
"God, look at her. She's breathtaking Rob," Taylor told him, motioning him up to look down on her.
"She is," he agreed. She was positive she was glowing- flushed and dewey with effort. She sat up and smiled at them.
"The score is two for me, one for Taylor, and none for Rob. Aw," she said, and climbed up to kneel in front of Rob and began undoing his shirt slowly. "What would you like?" she asked, looking up at him through her lashes. "What's your fantasy?" She waited, he seemed dumbstruck. She saw Taylor undoing his shirt from the corner of her eye. "What have you always wanted to do, but were either to shy to ask, or the girl wouldn't do it? Try me," she purred, pulling his shirt tails out of his belt. While she was down there, she gave a quick stroke to the very obvious bulge pressing against his pants. That seemed to get his attention.
"Undress me," he told her softly. She filled his request quickly, sliding his shirt over his shoulders, undoing the cuffs, then pulling it off. She slid her hands under his wife beater and up his body, pushing his shirt up, then pulling it over his head, tossing it to the side. She trailed her fingers down his chest, revelling in the feel of his hair, and made her way to his pants. She unbuttoned and unzipped them, then was surprised when he got off the bed to take his pants off. She knelt in front of him and undid his shoes and socks, so his pants had a clear path. She glanced over at Taylor, who was shirtless also, undoing his pants. She was pretty sure her eyes bugged slightly at him and his well defined chest. Blinking, she turned back to Rob, waiting for her next instruction.
"Taylor, open the window," he commanded, his voice gruff, stairing at her, their eyes never leaving the others. She heard the curtains being pulled, the rings sliding over the rod.
"Ah, Rob, we have company," he said hesitantly, ducking back behind the curtain.
"Good, let them see." She shuddered a breath in, her mind reeling. She was going to be naked in front of the papparazzi. Shit, so was he, and he was the important one. Suck it up, Dez, she told herself. "Tay, will you go into the bathroom for a minute, then come out?"
"You know I would, if the curtains were closed. I don't want my name on this one," he said with a grin. Rob looked at him and shrugged.
"Alright, in a couple minutes, close the curtain." Taylor nodded, waiting. She turned her attention back to Rob, waiting to see what he'd do next. He stalked towards her, then snatched her around her waist and pulled her against him, his mouth crashing down on hers. His hands were everywhere- her hair, over her shoulders and down her rib cage, over her hips, around over her ass, and up her back, then around again. He began moving them, and she had no choice but to step back. She froze the instant her back touched something cold. "Don't worry, baby," he murmured against her lips, his hands still roaming. He bent his knees a little, and she could feel him lining himself up with her. She gasped when he slid into her quickly, then picked her up by her waist and sat her on the window sill, her back pressed against the glass, her legs parted, cradeling his thrusting hips. She could hear the faint clicks of the cameras outside, and her arousal kicking into overdrive. Her ass was going to be plastered all over every gossip magazine. Shit. Hopefully her mom wouldn't notice... Her mind was brought back to the moment when his mouth worked his way along her jaw and down her neck, his hips picking up speed as his hands brought her hair around to all fall over her left shoulder. She dug her nails into his biceps as she glanced over at Taylor. He was watching, stroking himself with a lazy smile. She raised her left eyebrow at him in question, and he held up one finger in response, his grin widening. She nodded, then closed her eyes, surrenderring herself to Rob, his nibbling on her shoulder, and the quick fire building below her stomach. He brought one hand between them and rolled her clit, while the other was wrapped around her shoulders.
"Come on me baby, feel my long, hard cock," he whispered in her ear. "Milk me, I know you're ready," he demanded, his lips sweeping down her neck and back to her shoulder, placing open mouthed kisses there.
"Oh Rob," she moaned, her walls beginning to clench around him. Her eyes widened in surprise when he opened his mouth against her and bit. There was a flurry of clicking that was impossible to ignore.
"That's it, give it to me," he panted. "You're so tight," as he licked where he'd bit her, then soothed it with small kisses.
"Rob, Rob, Rob," she chanted, her voice escalating with each syllable, until she cried out his name a final time as she came undone around him, her head falling back against the window. She could feel him pulse inside her, and the thought of his seed inside her drove her body wild, and she was crying out again, his name falling from her lips.
"Taylor, the curtain," he panted, and when the curtain was close enough, he lifted her up, still joined and carried her to the bed. He layed her down, then carefully slid out of her, and ran a hand through his hair. She took a moment to gather her wits, which had been scattered to hell and back, and tried to decide what to do next. What would they do next in a porno, anyway, since we're here? She smirked, then looked at Taylor and motioned for him to come to the bed.
"Oh my God you guys," she breathed, and was rewarded with two grins. "Taylor?" she asked.
"I want your ass now," he said with a evil grin. Her eyes widened, but then she nodded.
"Rob," she turned to him, took his hand and tugged slightly, so he was sitting. "Please lay up on the pillows," she asked sweetly. He did as she asked, and settled in. She crawled over to him between his spread legs, then bent down to lick his balls, then up his semi hard cock. She looked up at him. "You taste like sex," she said, her voice husky. She saw him twitch. She looked over her right shoulder at Taylor. "Ready when you are," she told him. He grinned and positioned himself between her and Rob's legs. She began working Rob's cock, bringing back to full attention as Taylor slid his fingers in her dripping pussy then began prepping her ass. She moaned around Rob, and he was ready again. He brought his hands up and fisted them in her hair, guiding her head. She felt Taylor's cock slide into her pussy when he groaned.
"God you feel good," Taylor said. He thrusted a coulple times, getting good and wet. "Here we go," he said, pulling out then pushing into her ass.
She moaned again around Rob's cock, all the way down her throat. He pushed her head down slightly and jerked his hips up.
"Fuck Dez," he breathed. Once Taylor found his rhythem, she matched it on Rob's cock, her head moving in time with Taylor's thrusts. She hummed in pleasure, and fondled Rob's balls, massaging them. Taylor's speed picked up, so did hers. She could feel it again, another orgasm building as she thought of her position. She glanced up at Rob- his eyes were closed, his mouth slack, head back against the headboard. Again Taylor picked up speed, and she matched him. She could feel Rob's dick harden further, and she knew he was close. Taylor brought a hand under her and began to play with her pussy and clit. She moaned through her next release, her entire body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm, triggering theirs. Taylor stilled and dug his fingertips in her hips as she felt him pulse deep inside her, and Rob cum slid down her throat, his hands fisted almost painfully in her hair. She didn't think she could survive another. When she knew Rob was done, she lifted her head and licked her lips, smiling at him. She watched him open his eyes slowly and look at her, a smile appearing on his face.
"That is definitely worth some money," Rob said with a chuckle. She smiled at him then looked over her shoulder at Taylor. He was pulling out slowly, his grip relaxed on her hips. They all collapsed on the large bed, breathing heavy, trying to catch their breath. They were quiet for a while, and she tried to stay there as long as she could, but she knew she needed to clean up. When she was almost sure she wouldn't fall over if she sat up she did, then tried to stand on her shaky legs. She made her way to the bathroom, turned on the sink and grabbed two hand towels, getting them wet. Ringing them out, she went back to the bed and handed each of the guys one, then returned to the bathroom to wipe herself off as best she could. Hoping she wouldn't drip anymore, she touched up her lipgloss and her smudged eyeliner, then went out to the bed and leaned against the archway, still in her stalkings and heels, her hair crazy, watching the guys lazilly cleaning themselves off, seeming to be in no hurry at all. She smiled at them once she had their attention, their eyes wandering over her as she sauntered over to the bed. She took their towels from them, and tossed them in the general direction of her bathroom. She just might go stalker and keep those. Nah, they'd be disgusting after a while. It was sad to let them be washed though.
"That was the most amazing sex I've ever had, thank you," she said, leaning over and picking up their clothes, then sitting on the corner edge of the bed facing them and handing the clothes out. They sat up and began to dress, pulling on their under shirts.
"No shit," Taylor said. "That was intense, to say the least. You sure you have to go back?" He asked with a smile as he buttoned his shirt.
"Back to my regular, boring, normal life- unfortunately," she sighed with a smile.
"Damn shame. If you change your mind..." Taylor offered, standing to pull his pants on.
"Thanks," she laughed.
He slipped into his shoes, tucking his socks into his coat pockets. He stepped to her, and brought his hand up to cup her right cheek.
"You were by far the best lay I've ever had," he told her with a smile.
"Thanks. You're excellent also," she said.
"Seriously, if you're ever in town again," he leaned in and kissed her gently, his lips so soft and giving under hers. "I have your number, I'll keep in touch." She could only nod as he headed for her door. "Later, Rob," he called over his shoulder as he opened the door. He looked back at her once and winked, then was gone, the door closing with a soft click behind him. Well, damn. Wasn't he so sweet he'd make your teeth rot? And now, onto her next guest. She gazed at Rob, with only his wife beater and a towel draped across his lap. He gave her that crooked smile, then stood, letting the towel fall to the floor. She couldn't help her eyes from wandering over his delicious body. Granted he wasn't as defined as Kellan or Taylor, but he was still toned, and that v of his hips- she might have been drooling, mouth hanging slack. He stopped when he was in front of her, her eyes snapping up to his. He placed his hands gently on her hips, skimmed them up waist, her ribs, and stopped below her breasts.
"I finally get you to myself," he murmured, dropping his forehead to rest on hers. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes. What is he doing? God, what was she doing, not kicking him out? She smiled weakly. Why could Taylor leave so easilly? It wasn't even awkward, and she didn't feel like a slut. "What time is your flight out tomorrow?"
Why the hell? "One. I leave here at eleven," she said calmly, determined to not let her nerves show.
"Can I see you off?" he asked quietly. What was that look in his eyes? Oh, right, hypnosis. Duh.
"I'd like that," she said with a smile.
He grinned. "Can I stay the night?"
Oh holy shitfuck. Who was she to kick him out? Ride it/him till the end bitch! her conscious told her. She had to agree. Besides, when was another oppertunity of spending the night with Robert Pattinson ever going to come along? NEVER!!
"Definitely," she said, bringing her arms up around his neck. She saw the relief and happyness in his eyes. Roll with it Dez, her conscious whispered.
"Would you mind if we showered? I'd like to wash him off you," he said quietly.
"Okay," she said, sliding her hands around his neck and down his chest, then turning for the vanity. She pulled out the bench under the counter and sat down, prepairing to take off her stalkings. She began to toe her shoes off, but was inturrupted.
"Can I?" Rob asked, looking at her legs.
"Sure," she said, uncertainty making an appearance in her voice. What was his game? She watched him kneel down in front of her, naked as the day he was born. Her eyes grew wide at the site of him on his knees, picking up her left foot and sliding her shoe off.
"You've been in these for so long," he murmured, and rubbed her foot gently. She wasn't big on people touching her feet, or touching other people's feet for that matter, but something about him relaxed her. Maybe because he was super hot and had only a little time with him, he could do whatever he damn well pleased. Unexpectedly, she moaned softly. She clasped both her hands over her mouth, the sound shocking her, her eyes wide. Rob glanced up at her through his lashes, a smile playing on his lips.
"Why are you so surprised?" He asked, his thumbs working the arch of her foot. How could she say she didn't like feet and not hurt his feelings when he was so obviously enjoying himself?
"I've just never..." she trailed off, waiving a hand towards his.
"Oh," his lips formed into a full smile. "Well, allow me," he purred. He continued massaging her entire foot- her heel, arch, ball and toes. She was practically goo by the time he was done, leaning against the vanity counter behind her for support. He finally set her foot on his leg, and glanced up at her as he reached for the top of her stalking. She could only nod in amazement, her lips parted slightly, her eyes large. "Beautiful, has no man ever taken care of you?" he asked quietly as he began to pull her left stalking down with the pads of his thumbs as he waited for a response from her. She was dumbstruck. The way he watched her expectantly, a small smile on his lips, his hair flopping down on his forehead, and his mind scattering fingers along her thighs- her brain was mush.
"No," she breathed.
"Selfish bastards," he muttered under his breath. Her breath halted. How was any future relationship ever going to come anywhere close to this, especially after one night? Her mind began spitting out images of them in the future, arm in arm, walking through the grass. Them washing eachother tenderly in a giant tub filled to the brim with bubbles. Her heart ached, and she felt the sting in her eyes and the lump in ther throat begin to form. None of that was possible, accept the time you have, she thought. She was distracted when his next comment caught her attention. "A beautiful woman like you deserves to be pampered," he said, folding her stalking and setting it in her shoe. He reached for her bare foot, and stroked it, his hands slowly moving up her leg over her calf, and up to her knee. "You have incredible legs," he told her.
"Thanks," she nearly stuttered. His hands ran back down her leg, causing goosebumps to break out over her flesh. He smiled, then watching what he was doing, he removed her right shoe, and began the slow process over again. Her entire body was jelly by the time he was done. He reached for her hand and helped her up, then pulled her flush against him. He dipped his head so his lips were a hair's breath away, his eyes on her lips.
"Let's shower," he said, brushing her lips with his, then leading her towards the shower. While the water ran, she nibbled on the inside of her right cheek, worrying if he was going to like her when she looked like a drowned cat in about a minute and a half. This wasn't the movies- her makeup was about to run rivulets down her cheeks, and her hair was going to hang in wet clumps. Maybe a shower wasn't such a good idea after all. But they've been this far, if he leaves, maybe that's better- ride it out!
She grabbed two towels and draped them over the top of the glass stall. He opened the door and moved her in by touching the small of her back. Shit. No way was she going to be as gorgeous as him in the water. Maybe to save face, she should just wash her face first to remove all the makeup, reducing the chance of the black rivers/raccoon look, which she knew was not attractive on her.
As soon as she stepped in the shower, she grabbed her face wash and squeezed it into her hand, then set it back down as he closed the door behind them.
"Shall we start with the shampoo?" He asked with a smile.
"Sure." She reached for the pink bottle, being careful not to loose the facewash sliding in her hand. Holding it in her hand, she watched him, wondering what he was going to do. He nodded his head towards the water.
"Rinse. I want to see the water run over you."
Fuck! With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and stepped back under the spray until it hit her hairline on her forehead. She felt him take the bottle from her hand, but was quiet. She could feel the heat of his eyes on her, and she felt as if she would combust.
"Turn," he ground out. "I'll wash your hair."
As she turned, she sprayed her face, then rubbed her hands together to lather her face wash and wash her face as he smoothed the shampoo over her hair and began massaging her head. It was glorious and weird at the same time- she was so used to doing it herself, and to have someone else there- massaging her head at that, with his magical hands, it was surreal. When she was sure she'd scrubbed off all her mascara and eyeliner, she dunked her face as he lathered the ends of her hair. It was the moment of truth. She wished badly this were a movie, and she would turn, and look like she hadn't washed off her make up at all. Pulling her face from the water, she closed her eyes and surrendered to his hands, enjoying it while it lasted.
When he asked, she stepped forward under the spray to rinse her hair of the soap, and handed over her conditioner, repeating the process.
"Body wash?" Her eyes snapped open, reached for her wash and loofah. "I won't be needing that," he said, and took the loofah from her hands and hung it back up. Fuck! She heard him click open the bottle, set it down, and rub his hands together. He started at her shoulders, massaging quickly but firmly every part he touched. Down her arms, her back, extra time on her ass- she smiled at that- then down her legs, lifting each of her feet and washing them. She was so conflicted. Her body was craving his touch, friction where she needed it between her legs, yet her stomach was a ball of nerves for when she finally had to turn around. It was exhausting.
"Turn," he said. This was it. She dunked her face, then turned to face him. She didn't want to open her eyes, but when his hands hadn't returned to their task, she opened them slowly to find him gaping at her. Damn. She knew it. With a sigh, she began to reach for her soap in his hand, but he jerked it away, his eyebrows drawing together. "What are you-"
"I'm going to finish washing, it's okay, I-"
"Why would I not finish?" he inturrupted.
"I- I washed off my make up and turned around-"
"You thought I wouldn't like you with your face clean," he said quietly.
She could only nod. It was the absolute truth.
He chuckled. "Dezalyn, in fact, it's the complete opposite. I was stunned by your beauty without your make up on." He dropped the bottle, stepped towards her, and cupped her face in both his hands. "Without your make up, your cheekbones are higher and more defined. Your skin is flawless peaches and cream, your lips," he paused. "Your lips are full and a healthy shade of dark pink. Your eyes-" he hesitated for a moment, his grey eyes searching hers, studying. "Your thick, full, dark lashes with droplets of water shining like diamonds that cannot compare to how your sky blue eyes sparkle. You are beautiful," he said, leaning in to brush his lips against hers once, twice before he pulled away again, inhaling shakilly. "But it's getting late, and we need to finish." He picked up her bottle again, squeezing more soap into his hands, rubbing them, then starting on her front at her shoulders again. Down her arms, back to her chest, spending extra time on her breasts and rolling her nipples to hard peaks before moving down her taught stomach to her hips and legs again. She rinsed when he asked, then he washed his hands free of the suds, then slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing her softly. "You're so warm," he told her. She could only nod. If she could just move her hips against his hand with him not noticing, she could die happy. When he finished, it was her turn to wash him. He rinsed off, and she was mesmerized by the water droplets cascading down his body. From his shoulders down across his pecs, his taut stomach, dipping in his navel, then getting lost in the shortly trimmed hair, or following his semi-hard cock creating a waterfall off the tip of him. Or continuing on down his legs, the drops finding their way through a forest to run off his feet and into the drain. She envied the water cascading over him. Bending towards her at his waist slightly, she washed his hair wth the hotel shampoo, massaging his head as he had with hers, but occasionally scraping her nails along his scalp. He actually moaned once, and that gave her more confidence. Smiling when she knew he couldn't see, she asked him to rinse his hair, then repeating with the hotel conditioner. With the complimentary bar of soap, she lathered her hands, and began on his back. She had to admit she wasn't really scrubbing him, just running her hands over him. His broad, strong shoulders, muscular arms, and smooth back. And his ass- she was going to touch his ass. Squee!! She tried not to make it obvious that she was having a private fangirl moment by following his lead and spending extra time on his firm ass. The same firm ass that powered his hips as he thrusted- pay attention! she scolded herself. Goodness. She ran her hands down his legs, trying desperately not to think of how she was going to react washing the front half of him. Sweet baby Jesus. She might just keel over right there. She prayed it wouldn't be awkward. When she'd finished his back, she asked him to rinse then turn. She knew he was watching her, so she had to be super smooth and calm. She rubbed the soap on her hands and began on his shoulders and arms, then followed the trail of water down his chest to his pecs, taking extra care to wash his chest hair. She loved these on a guy, and her fingers lingered unknowingly. He shifted, bringing her back to her task. She looked up at him through her lashes and gave him a shy apologetic smile. He gave her a cocky smirk in return. She made her way down his hard stomach, across the sexy v of his hips that she wanted to lick and nip then with extra care to his happy trail. Happy trail indeed, leading to his trimmed happy place. She lathered up her hands again, and took his cock in her hands, caressing it gently while it lengthened and hardened. She suddenly had the intense desire to take him in her mouth. If he didn't have soap on it... She glanced up at him again, taking note of his expression. He was still watching her, but his lips were slightly parted and his eyes hooded, thick with lust, which was obvious because his cock was standing at full attention. Reluctantly she moved her hands to cup his balls, to wash them tenderly. He twitched, bouncing off his stomach. She wanted it so badly in her mouth, but being a big girl, she continued down his legs and feet. She nodded that she was finished, so he stepped back under the spray and washed all the suds away. As soon as his cock was clear of soap, she sank to her knees and took him in her mouth, her eyes closing in exstacy as she moaned around him.
"Dez," he growled, grabbing locks of her hair and wrapping them around his hands. "God I love your mouth," he panted, watching her when she glanced up at him, her nose against his pelvic bone. She brought one hand to his ass to encourage him, and one to play with his balls. He groaned her name as he thrusted in and out of her mouth. Hollowing her cheeks, she ran her tongue over him, around his head when he pulled out, along the vein on the underside when he slid in, sucking him hard. She heard him mumble something about a vaccuum cleaner, but focused back on what she was doing. She knew he was close, she could feel his balls tightening in her hand, and his cock hardening and twitch in her mouth. A few more thrusts, and he squirted out down her throat. As soon as he was finished, he hauled her up by her hair and crushed her against him. "What was that for?" he asked.
She scoffed first. "I couldn't resist, my mouth wanted you so badly. Besides, you were one behind me. Now we're even."
He chuckled, nodding. "Even." He released her to rinse himself off, then turned the water off. They grabbed the towels and dried off quickly.
Securing the towel around her torso, she debated putting on pajamas or not as she brushed her teeth. He obviously didn't have any, and she had a feeling that if she put some on, they'd be coming off in a while anyway, so in the end, what was the point? She passed him her toothbrush.
Rob wiped his mouth, then took her hand after tying his towel around his waist, and led her to the bed, flipping off lights as they went. "You still have to get up," he said quietly, pulling the comforter back, then moving to switching off the bedside lamp.
"Please," she stopped him mid reach. He raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for an explination. "I don't usually sleep with the light on- as a matter of fact, I love it dark. But we only have so much time, and I can't see you if the light is off," she confessed shyly. And if the light turned off, would he disappear? No, but maybe he would morph into a different person. No, but she wanted the light on as long as possible.
He smiled and nodded in understanding, bringing his hand back to his side.
She dropped her towel before crawling into the bed and under the blankets, lifting her cold, wet hair above her head and laying it across the pillow, waiting anxiously for him to climb in so she could scoot next to him and warm up from the cool sheets. Eager to play the "cold" card, she couldn't believe he was there. When he layed next to her, pulling the covers up over them, she was amazed he was still with her. She pressed her body against his, shuddering slightly.
"You're cold?" he asked, surprise in his voice.
"Yes," she breathed.
He chuckled. "Alright, come here." He pulled her in closer and wrapped his arm around her, her head resting on his right shoulder. She entwined her legs with his, and ran her fingers through his chest hair.
"So what are you supposed to be doing instead of laying in my bed?" She asked, curious as to what she was keeping him from. She hoped it wasn't too important.
"Oh, nothing really, just laying in my cold empty bed. I'm leaving for New York tomorrow afternoon, so after I see you off, I have to go home and pack myself," he said with a smile. "Too bad I'm not coming with you," he said quietly, and placed a kiss on the top of her head. She nearly purred. He chuckled. Maybe she did out loud after all. Huh.
"New York? That'll be fun," she said.
"Should be interesting, as it's just press."
She nodded against him. "Are you gonna get dressed up in a suit?" She asked, her voice low.
He chuckled, and began tracing his fingertips from her ribs, down the dip of her waist and up her hip, then back again. "Probably, just a casual suit though, not like tonight."
"I bet you'll look amazing," she sighed.
"Not as amazing as you." She could hear the smile in his voice. "So tell me about yourself Dez, anything. I want to listen to your voice."
"Yours is much nicer, with your accent," she pointed out.
"You have an accent to me, and I like it. Not just an "American" accent, but a Southern American accent. It's simply charming."
She laughed quietly. "I suppose that's true," she sighed. "Where to start..." she mused.
"At the beginning," he suggested.
"Alright, alright," she sighed, and started her story. He hmmmed and awwwed and chuckled throughout her story, only inturrupting a couple times. When she was finished, her story ending on how she got to where they were now, she propped herself up on her elbow to look down at him. "Your turn," she told him.
"What do you want to know?" he asked, looking up at her.
"Everything. I'm sure a majority of your fanatics know a lot about you- favorite color, even the type and color of toothbrush you use. Where you grew up, stuff like that. I, however, do not. To me, up until now, you've always just been Edward, and the hot guy named Robert that playes him."
"Hot guy, huh?" he smiled and arched an eyebrow at her.
She grinned. "Ah, yeah," she said, as if she was pointing out the obvious.
"Well, tell me what you do know about me, and I'll fill in the blanks."
"Okay, which, by the way, will probably be pathetic in comparason to some, but okay. You were born in England, not sure which part. You've been in quite a few indie films, and a few mainstream ones. You have a house in L.A..." She tapped her chin in thought. "That's pretty much it. Don't know anything about your family, schooling, how you even became an actor. What you do in your spare time, if you have any. So, like me, you can start at the beginning." He grinned up at her so suddenly, she had to ask.
"It's so refreshing to talk to someone who doesn't already know everything about me," he told her, then launched into his story. She leaned over him, watching his every expression, him looking up at her, watching her reaction. Their converstaion was so easy, it was a quarter past three when she noticed the clock on the nightstand. She had to initiate one last hurrah. As she listened, she tried to come up with something to turn the conversation towards her intent.
"So that scene was very challenging," he finished.
"How difficult is it to do love scenes? Like, do you get to warm up some first?" She smiled slyly at him, gave him her best bedroom eyes, and trailed her finger down the center of his chest, to circle his navel, then play with the soft hairs in his happy trail.
His eyes widened slightly. "Ah, n-no, not usually," he answered, watching her.
"So you just have to jump right in then," she said, leaning down and kissing him along his jaw below his ear. She heard his breath catch.
"Yes," he moaned, closing his eyes. "God, Dez."
"I want you again," she whispered in his ear. She watched goosebumps race over his skin. She smiled, then took his earlobe gently between her teeth and tugged. She was rewarded with a low grumble in his throat. Then she did what so many girls have dreamed about- she licked his jaw, the stubble tickling her tongue. Before she could bring her tongue back into her mouth, Rob was on top of her, bracing himself on his arms, on either side of her head. It was so hot, she thought with a wicked smile.
"Thank you," he said, searching her eyes.
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Why?!"
"For having the balls to initiate. I was worried you'd be too tired after the day's activities, and I really wanted you again," he said with a crooked grin.
"Well, good. Then you're welcome." She lifted her head to kiss him softly, her hands running down the sides of his body, then underneath him to reach for his cock.
"Ah-" he cut her off. "This is going to be nice and slow," he said. "I want at least one time to be able to treasure you," he said sincerely. She could only nod and watch as he lowered his head towards her, his lips brushing hers once, twice, then pressing against hers, their eyes drifting closed.
They lay tangled in each other, slightly sweaty, the sheet twisted around them. She was on her right side, her back to his front, his arms around her securely.
"I like you, Dezalyn," Rob mumbled in her ear.
"I like you too, Rob," she retorted, and pulled his arms tighter around her, drifting off to sleep, still catching six hours of sleep before she had to be up. She knew she was going to be tired, but it was all worth it.
Her alarm went off at ten am, and she reached for her phone on her side nightstand. They were exactly in the same position they'd fallen asleep in. A huge grin appeared on her face, knowing he wasn't looking because he was still snoring softly, his breathing even. An idea popped into her head. She had to get a picture, for her own sanity that this had happened. She picked up her phone and went to the camera, pushed the rotate button so she could see herself, and held it up- her looking sleepy, him asleep with his gorgeous hair all messy, lips parted slightly, long lashes still against his cheeks. He truly was beautiful. Snapping the picture, she put her phone back on the table, then turned in his arms.
"Rob, baby, I have to get ready to go," she said softly, shaking him. "Rob," she whispered.
"Mmmm- no, don't go baby," he groaned, his lips breaking into a soft smile. "I wanna be like this longer."
"Me too, baby, me too." She ran a hand through his hair, starting at his temple, then layed her hand on his cheek. "It was magical while it lasted," she told him. He opened his eyes slowly to look at her, and nodded once.
"You're so beautiful," he said.
She couldn't help the laugh that escaped her before she could contain it. "Thank you, but let me hold up a mirror to you," she said softly, so not wanting to get up. "And speaking of mirrors, I need one, stat," she said with a smile. She tried to move away, but he held her tight.
"Not yet, I'm not ready to say good bye." He crashed his lips to hers, and threw his leg over hers, cementing her to her spot as his lips assaulted hers, his hands beginning to roam her body, making it jump to attention. A quickie huh? She wouldn't be the one to say no. She didn't care if her car had to wait a final time for her. This was Robert Pattinson, and the world waited for him if he wanted, and it seemed he did.
They lay twenty minutes later sprawled out over the bed, trying to catch their breath.
"Hey," she said, breathless. "Can I ask something of you?"
"Anything," he panted.
"Could I have a picture? Just our heads, and no autograph. I want to know this wasn't a blissful dream."
"Alright," he said, with a smile. She grabbed her phone, cuddled in next to him, got the camera ready, and they both smiled, faces flush with post sex happiness and new emotions. "That was great. Can I have one?" he asked.
"Of course," she answered. "Right now." She got her text ready. "Your number?" He gave her a warning look. "I would never-" her hand fluttered to her chest. "I swear, the only pictures that will surface will be from the paps. What we have- had, is special," she looked down at her hands, suddenly ready to cry. He touched her chin and lifted her face.
"I'm trusting you," he said, looking into her eyes.
"I know, and that means everything to me," she promised, eyes shining with unshed tears. He nodded, then rambled off his number. She sent the picture, and his phone dinged instantly. He picked it up and opened it, then grinned.
"Thank you," he said again.
"Thank you. I have to get ready or I'm going to miss my flight," she told him, getting up slowly. She went to her suitcase and pulled out her outfit for the day and headed to the bathroom, leaving him sitting up against the headboard, sheets pooled in his lap, gazing at the closed window. She dressed as quickly as she could in short white shorts and a gold sparkly t-shirt cut shirt, but hung off her shoulder, and white strappy sandals. She brushed her hair and teeth, applied mascara and lip gloss, then packed her toilitries, fighting back tears. Before going out, she had to check her emotions. Wiping under her eyes to catch the tears in her eyes, she took a deep breath before going back out to the room. She took out her suitcase and began packing, feeling his eyes on her the entire time. She gathered her dresses, shoes, clutches, and anything else laying around. Finally, she was ready. She picked up his clothes and set them on the bed. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "My car will be here in five minutes," she told him, unable to meet his eyes. God, it shouldn't be this hard. It was one night. She felt the bed shift and the sheets rustle.
"You look fantastic, as usual," he said, wrapping his arms around her stomach from behind her, nuzzling her hair and inhailing. He was naked pressed against her, and she was fully dressed. What was her problem? Oh, shit, right. Reality. "And you smell- like us, and sex. It's incredibly heady," he told her. She was pretty sure her knees were going to give out.
"Oh Rob," she half moaned and sobbed. She was trying so hard not to break down. He kissed her hair, then scooped up his clothes and went to dress in the bathroom. She used the time to try to control herself, building herself up to not cry saying goodbye. A solid knock sounded on the door. Shit. It was time. She went to the door and opened it, revealing her driver.
"Good morning," she greeted shakilly.
"Good morning," he replied, then hesitated. "Ma'am?"
She just nodded, the told him she'd be down in a minute. With a nod he took her luggage she pulled to him, and as he was about to leave, Rob stepped out from around the corner, in his shoes, dress pants, and undershirt. He slipped on his buttondown, leaving it completely open. He grabbed his coat, and greeted the wide eyed, open mouthed driver with a nod.
"Ready?" he asked her softly.
"Honestly?" she asked with a weak laugh.
"I know," he said, and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Let's get you on that plane," he said reluctantly. They followed the driver through her hotel to the lobby, his hand at the small of her back. Her eyes widened at the sea of cameras visible outside the door when they hit the lobby.
"A- are you sure?" she asked, glancing up at him, digging her heels into the carpet slightly.
"It's too late now," he said with a smirk. Her eyes swept the front, and caught sight of the annoying bellhop. His expression was priceless, similar to her driver this morning when he saw who her company was, but bellhop's was bigger. Cartoonish again. She smiled and winked at him, and she was pretty sure his jaw was on it's way to the floor. The driver pushed the doors open, and it was like fireworks going off six inches from your eyes. She tried to smile and keep her eyes open- she didn't want any bad pictures. As the driver opened the trunk for her bags, Rob opened her door and scooted her in, then climbed in behind her, closing the door. He relaxed inside the protection of the car's tinted windows.
She turned to him, his eyes wide, her lips parted in a gasp.
"Don't worry," he said, waiving them off. "They'll disappear after a while."
"But you have to-" her bottom lip was quivering.
He took her face in his hands as the driver closed the trunk and rounded the car. "Leaving this afternoon, remember? By the time I get back, hopefully they've found a new piece of meat."
"I still feel horrible that you have to deal with this alone, it's not fair," she sighed, her eyes searching his. "I get to disappear into obscurity, and you're hounded-"
"Shhh, baby," he said softly as the car started to roll. "I had to make that decision last night. Believe me, it was worth it," he said, and pulled her face towards his for a gentle kiss. "Don't worry," he repeated, pulling her close. They held each other all the way to JFK airport, until they slid smoothly to a stop at the departures curb.
"Thank you," she said. "Keep in touch occasionally maybe?"
"You're welcome, thank you, and of course." He pulled her in for another kiss, and when they separated, she had a single tear sliding down her cheek. He wiped it with the pad of his thumb as she whispered her good bye before climbing out of her open door, the driver waiting with her bag. She couldn't look back as she hastilly made her way to check in. She made her way through security, though it seemed like people were stairing, way more than usual. Slipping her sandals back on and collecting her belonging from the smelly gray buckets, she navigated her way to her gate. She saw a Starbucks up ahead, and made a beeline straight for it. Something caught her eye, so she turned her attention to it, then stopped dead in her tracks.
"Shit!"
"Sorry!" She exclaimed, helping the guy that ran into her for stopping so quickly. He stalked off, muttering to himself. She checked her shirt for any spilled coffee. Thank God for lids! Looking both ways before she crossed the carpeted hall, she carefully went to the magazine rack claiming top spot for the little book store. She was stunned. No breath, no movement, no time passing. With her eyes wide, she carefully glanced around, then lifted a shaky hand for the top magazine, her eyes scanning the cover quickly. Damn they were fast. But this wouldn't be the end, or the worst. There she was, smiling up at Rob during their impromptu "interview", but no trace of camera or microphone, and him gazing back down at her. Shit. Fuck. Her eyes roamed to the heading below the picture. 'New love interest for R.Patz? Who is this girl? More details inside...' She glanced around again, thankful she was the only one in the store. She pulled out her card and approached the register slowly, like a spooked deer circling a hungry bear. Placing the magazine face down on the counter, her stomach jumped with nerves. Please don't make a comment, she tried telling the lady clerk mentally. She watched the lady flip the magazine over to scan the barcode on the cover, when he eyes hit the big front picture. Front page news, baby, she sighed to herself as she waited, wringing her hands. The lady's eyes raised to hers, then widened in recognition. Fuck.
"Are you-" she began.
"Yes, I am. Can you please hurry?" she tried to be as polite as possible, but she was on a tight tension wire.
"Don't run from him, sweetie, the mag is on the house. Have a good day." She snatched the magazine from the lady's hand and tucked it under her arm, spinning on her heel and practically running for her gate, fishing for her sunglasses. Sliding them on, she made it to her gate earlier than planned, even being delayed with this morning's events. She sat down on a hard blue plastic chair, and hoped that people saw a lot of other people here with sunglasses on in LAX, so she wouldn't stand out as she picked up her magazine and spread it on her lap. She studied the cover. Over half of it was them, with blurbs and one other picture, of her of course, in the corner, when she was walking down the carpet, leaving the interview. At least she was smiling, and looked nice. But it was the large picture that yanked her heart. It was a profile shot of the both of them- they both were smiling. She must have just asked him if he was born in England. That was the first time he looked at her like that. He was so handsome. Stop. She closed her eyes behind her glasses, took a deep breath, and opened the magazine to find the article. It was close to the front, after the ads and index, because it was the big story. She read the article, most of it fluff and speculation, as it should be. Ha. Just wait until the "window picture" gets out. Tomorrow, maybe, she smirked to herself. At least she'd be gone from L.A. They called her 'a mystery girl', and mentioned she'd been there to interview before the awards show and how she left before the show even started. It then mentioned how she'd returned for the after party, and gave a little picture of her in her second dress, walking and smiling, having a good old time, and then ended the article of how she left alone half way through the party, and questions if there would be anymore appearances by her with him soon. God, she thought, they're going to eat this up. She was studying the pitures as if she had a magnifying glass, when her phone vibrated. Fuck. It was a text from him.
Hey Dez, have you seen the mags at the newstand yet? -Rob
Hi Rob, yes, just barely. Interesting, huh?
To say the least. How are you with it?
LOL. I was surprised to say the least. I was getting more attention than usual walking through.
You're beautiful :), not surprised people stare. But you're okay?
It's different for sure. The clerk at the store gave me the magazine for free 'cause I was on the cover.
Nice.
I'm waiting for tomorrow.
Why?
Your window escapade. They're going to go apeshit. Probably a good thing you won't be there.
LOL, very true. Let them. I don't regret it at all. I gotta go. TTYL
Kay
She went to her photos and brought up the picture they took together, smiling, and set it as his picture in her contact list. She set the picture of them while he was sleeping as her home screen background. She pulled up her twitter app, and tweeted- sitting at LAX, waiting to come home after an incredible night, then work tomorrow. She went from picture to picture- between the magazine and her phone, then pulled up her notepad program and began typing up where she'd left off, starting right before the afterparty. She wracked her brain trying to remember everything, messing up frequently because she was going to fast, becoming frustrated. Her flight was finally called to board, so she had to stash her phone for now.
She slept on the plane, more exhausted than she thought, after last night.
"Dezalyn Shay Andrews! Just what do you think you were doing over there!"
Dezalyn held the phone away from her ear and winced as her mom began her expected tyrade. She'd gone to the store on a grocery trip, was waiting in line, and there it was, on the cover again, and now she was chewing her out.
"Mom, I'm grown now," she reminded quietly when her mom had stopped to take a breath. She was on her Monday lunch break at work, and had missed three calls from her mom this morning. She knew her mom was going to flip. "Mom," she sighed, after Desiree was finishing her ranting. "You know I don't sleep around."
"But Dezzy, a one night stand?" she wailed. "Didn't I raise you better?"
"Mom," she gasped, hurt. It was true though. "At least it wasn't with some random hobo," she pointed out. "He's special."
"His fame and money is special," her mom retorted.
"Seriously mom?! When have I ever been a gold digger. I can't believe you're saying this. It was one amazing night between to consenting adults. Don't degrade it. Besides. We still talk," she said, thinking of their texts yesterday afternoon at the airport.
"Oh Dez," she sighed, defeated and deflated. "Did you have a good time with him?"
"Yes, mama," she said, a smile in her voice.
"Well, good. I love you, Dezzy, you know that."
"Yes, ma," she sighed. "I have to go back to work."
"Okay hon, talk to you later."
"Bye, ma." She hung up the phone, then looked at her pictures in her phone again- sleeping and smiling, then glanced over to her passenger seat in her car, where the new magazine sat. The new magazine with the new pictures. The new pictures of him leaving the after party early with Taylor, the picture she was nervous about- the drapes pulled back in her hotel window, her naked back against the window, her hair scooped over her left shoulder, and Rob, looking and smiling at the cameras as he bit her shoulder. She rubben the spot on her shoulder, thinking of the mark that was nearly faded now. The picture of them leaving the hotel together, and the words- some accusing her of being loose, a hit and run, leaving him broken hearted. Some claiming she was his new flame. None of them knew the truth, and that was the worst part. No one could ever know, although she wanted to scream it from the mountain tops. She sighed and checked her quiet phone once more, hoping there would be another text from him about today's magazines, but there was nothing. Tucking her phone into her pocket of her black dress pants, she made her way back to work.
Eventually the madness around the pictures faded away, along with her clear recollection of that night. She read and reread her notes, and uploaded the radio's broadcast of her interview to her computer. She dvr'd TMZ and Access Hollywood when they showed pictures of them or played footage a papparazzi had taken, replaying them. It had been a week. She hadn't heard from either of the guys, but honestly, she never expected to. Best to just move on, she knew, but it was incredibly hard.
The next day, Monday, she awoke and showered, then dressed in a flattering knee length black pencil skirt and blue silk button down t-shirt, trying to cheer herself up. Applying more makeup than normal, she knew her coworkers would notice, but it was her first attempt at pulling herself out of the dumps she'd been in since she left L.A. Her next resort would be shopping. A major dent in her savings, maybe maxing out a credit card or two. That thought cheered her up, and maybe she might do that after work. Yeah, good plan.
The day went slowly by, as her excitement of spending money grew. All day she thought of what to get- clothes, shoes, underwear. A vacation. Not to L.A. or New York. Someplace south, and warm. An island. Her thoughts drifted while she worked half assed, but eventually it was time for her to go. She said good evening to her bosses, and high tailed it out of her office, then the building, jumping in her car. She sat, wondering where she should go first. She felt wild, rebellious, alive. She'd always been responsible, and now she was the opposite. It was amazing. She pulled out of the parking lot and navigated to the freeway to sit in Dallas traffic. Awesome. Her mind raced, thinking of places to spend money. The vacation did sound good, but she didn't want to go alone, and she only had a couple friends, non she'd want to be with 24/7. Vacation out. She creeped along, stuck in bumper to bumper traffic. She looked around, thinking there had to be an accident. It wasn't usually this bad. She inched along, just to stop ten feet from where she'd last been. Then she saw it. An Audi dealership. She'd always wanted one- and a silver Volvo, but with last week, that was out. She'd go look at a car. Yes. She flicked her blinker, and slowly made her way over to the exit, and got off the freeway. Giddy with excitement, she pulled into the dealership parking lot. She stepped out, bringing her purse. She took one last look at her current car, a reasonable Nissan Altima, a couple years old, ran a hand across the roof lovingly, then turned and started wandering the parking lot. She knew someone would be with her shortly.
"Why, hello there ma'am." She turned, and was faced with a middle aged man in a blue suit, brown eyes, and black hair graying at the temples. He smiled and stretched out his hand. "My name's Mitch. What brings you in today?"
She gave him a smile and shook his hand firmly. "I'm Dezalyn, and want a new car," she said simply, and watched Mitch's smile turn into a grin.
"Wonderful. Did you have anything in mind? Here, let's go have some refreshments inside, it's warm out here." He escorted her inside, and to his desk. "Would you like anything to drink?"
"A bottle of water, please."
"I'll be right back." Mitch excused himself and went to retrieve her bottle, returning with that and a big stack of papers. "Shall we begin with seeing how much you qualify for?"
"Yes, lets," she smiled, and began filling out paperwork.
An hour and a half later, Mitch finally came back from his 'manager's office'. Translation- the banks have an answer and he's done bullshitting with his coworkers. Mitch stopped by the lounge and led her back to his cube.
"Great news Ms. Andrews," he grinned, tapping the stack of papers on his desk. "You have fantastic credit." She knew this, so she arched her eyebrow.
"How about some numbers, Mitch?"
"You can pick pretty much anything on the lot, or have one ordered. We just need to decide how much a month you want to pay, and the amount of your downpayment. We've already factored in your trade-in." he said, his smile reminding her of a evil Cheshire cat.
She nodded. I have three thousand for down payment," she informed him, still saving some to go shopping later.
"Excellent," he said. "Shall we go look?"
"Sure." They stood and left the building, to the lot outside.
"So were you thinking SUV, sedan, coupe, convertable?"
"Definitely not an SUV. Show me either a coupe or convertable, please," she said. He led her to the rows of the smaller cars. Of course she'd always loved the R8's, but she didn't want to pay that much. She looked at the convertables, or roadsters, as they called them. After a bit of back and forth, she finally decided on a 2012 TTS coupe, silver, whith cream leather interior. Another hour later, she was in her new car, her old one empty sitting in their lot. She loved her car, and it cheered her up emmensly. Rob who? She kissed the steering wheel, then stepped on the gas pedal, feeling the car come to life beneath her as she zipped through the remaining traffic on her way to the Galleria.
Tuesday morning rush hour wasn't nearly as bad when she was in her new car, with her iphone plugged into the mp3 jack, blasting her favorite music and wearing a sleek new dove grey with white pinstriped skirt suit with a whie v-neck silk and lace tank top, and gray slingback pumps over a new set of underware- gray lace bra and panties. She felt like a powerful million dollars. She could not wipe the grin off her face.
On her lunch break, she made a quick trip to one of her favorite fast food places, and went back to her office to eat at her desk. She'd asked her boss for more work, to keep her mind busy and not on him. As she surfed the internet while she ate, her desk phone rang.
"Ms. Andrews, you have a visitor in the lobby," Kris said in a hushed, urgent voice.
"Alright," she sighed, setting her soda down. Caregivers looking for work were a constant disruptance in her work. She smoothed her hair as she stood, pushed in her chair, then smoothed her suit. She strode to the lobby and stopped at the front desk. "Kris?" she asked, turning to survey the lobby. A man was sitting in a chair, a horribly boring healthcare magazine hiding his face. She glanced at Kris again, and she just pointed to the man with a surprised look on her face. Well, it was a surprise that a male would want to be a caregiver. She approached the man, his left ankle balanced on his right knee. He was in dark jeans and motorcycle boots. Those were hot.
"Sir, can I help you?" She asked, keeping her voice hushed. The man dropped the magazine in his lap and grinned, stopping her heart. OH MY FUCK. She was frozen while he stood, she could only watch. "R-Rob?"
"Hey, baby, surprise," he said with that crooked grin. She snapped out of her trance and very unprofessional like, launched herself at him, squealing in his ear as she showered his face with kisses. "Oh my God!" She held his face in her hands as her eyes scanned his face. "Why?" she breathed. He set her down and kissed her lips chastely, aware of their audience.
"Do you have a minute?" He asked.
She glanced at the clock. "Half an hour, technically," she said with a smile. "Where do you want to go? My car, my office, for a walk around the building..." she suggested. She watched his eyes darken.
"Your car would be nice," he said.
"Let me get my keys," she turned out of his arms and nearly dashed to her office, grabbed her purse and back out to the lobby. He was still standing there, waiting. "I'll be back," she told Kris on her way past.
"I wouldn't if I were you," Kris called after her. She chuckled as she grabbed his hand and led him down the hall to the elevator, and out the front door of her building. She pressed the unlock and the lights lit up. She heard Rob whistle.
"That's yours?"
"Yeah, since yesterday." They opened the doors and climbed in. Instantly their lips met, their hands everywhere.
"You look amazing Dez," he murmured between kisses.
"Thanks, so do you," she responded, breathless, her hands fisting in his hair. She missed his hair so much. "I can't believe you're here," she gasped as his hands undid her jacket buttons.
"I needed to see you. I have a break in my schedule," he panted, as she undid his belt and jeans. "Can I crash for a while?"
"Absolutely," she said, hiking up her skirt.
"Christ, your panties match your suit. You're so fucking beautiful," he moaned into her neck as he pushed her skirt up. "All powerful business woman. You totally downplayed everything," he told her, pulling her panties down her legs. Shit- she was going to christen her new car! With him of all people!
"How long can you stay?" she asked, climbing onto his lap, pulling his ready cock out.
"Friday I have to go back to L.A." He inhaled a sharp breath as she took him inside her.
"Your jeans are going to be messy-" she began.
"Good," he interrupted. "I want your scent and arousal on me," he groaned. "I missed you so damn much," he said as he held her hips as she grinded on him.
"That's honestly why I got the car- to cheer myself up. And these new clothes. Glad you like them," she said before kissing him, their tongues dancing crazilly against each other. He moaned into her mouth, his hands sliding up to her breasts under her tank top to tweak her nipples through her lace bra. She whimpered, and rode him harder. She was already there.
"Feel me baby, come on me," he told her as he kissed her neck.
"Fuck I missed you," she moaned, licking his jaw, which was smooth. No stubble. It made her kind of sad. It'll be back tomorrow morning. Oh, tomorrow morning. And the morning after. Making love in her bed for the next three nights. A giant sex fest. Mmmm. She thrust harder against him a couple more times, and she was screaming his name through her orgasm. She felt him jerk inside her, then find his release as he chanted her name. He sat back against the passenger seat, and she layed against his chest, their arms draped around each other, panting as they caught their breaths.
"Wow," he said, opening his eyes to look at her with a grin.
"No kidding," she sighed. "I have some kleenex in here-" she reached behind her and opened the clove compartment and pulled out a small packet of kleenex. Pulling a couple out, she slid off of him and put the kleenex between he legs so she didn't drip on her new car. They each cleaned themselves off. "I have to go back-"
"I know," his voice flat. She layed a hand on his cheek, turning his face towards hers.
"To tell them I'm working from home until next week," she said with a smile. A grin broke out on his face. She loved that smile. "Wanna wait here?" He nodded. She finished cleaning up, straightened her clothes, pulled down her vanity mirror and fixed her hair and makeup before making her way back to her office. He was here, for her and spending three days. She was so excited she practically pranced to her office. Outside the door, she calmed down, and put on her work face. She opened the door and smiled calmly at Kris. She had a grin on her face the size of Dallas itsself. She gave a polite smile and nod, and continued on to her bosses' office and knocked twice before entering.
"Dez, hey, what's up?"
"Hi Jane," she crossed the room to sit on the opposite side of the desk. "Something came up over my lunch break and I need to work from home until Monday," she said, trying to act uneasy.
"Is everything okay?"
"It will be," she sighed.
"Okay,if you need anything, let me know."
"Thanks, Jane. I'll have my cell and laptop." Jane nodded, and Dez was clear. Clear for a three day sex fest with Rob. Her pussy clenched at the thought. She stopped by her desk and grabbed her work laptop and cell phone, shut down her desktop computer, and turned off her office light, trying not to run excitedly.
"Have a good weekend, Kris," she said with a smug smile at the door. Kris's expression turned to one of shock ad envy. With a nod, she opened the door, and walked quickly to the beautiful man waiting for her in her new car.
"That was quick," he said as she climbed in.
"They're great," she said. "I've been with them since they started four years ago, and helped them become the biggest home health service provider in Texas. They kind of owe me," she smirked as she pulled out of the parking lot and made her way to the freeway.
"Really?" he asked, his face radiating surprise and amazement.
"Yeah, but I do the legwork. They're the ones the public know."
"Nice."
Fortunately there was no rush hour at one pm, so it was a quick ride home. She became nervous as they neared her condo in the northwestern Dallas suburb of Grapevine. Would he find it comfortable? It's not the seven bedroom mansion she was sure he was used to. But then he's used to hotels- posh hotels. Shit. She slowed and turned onto her street, then pulled into her two car garage.
"Here we are," she sighed, dropping her keys in her purse and climbing out. She made her way to the door and unlocked it. Rob surprised her by taking her hand in his.
"Don't be nervous, baby. You have an excellent taste in cars, clothes, and men. I'm sure your place is just as nice," he said sweetly. She gave him a small smile, and opened her door. She led him through the finished basement, showing him the guest room with a walk out patio and en-suite full bath, then up stairs to the main level, showing him the living room, dining room, kitchen, second bedroom, guest half bath, and the master suite last. She dropped her stuff on her dresser, and turned to see his reaction. He was looking around at her pictures of family and friends, then stopped in front of a framed painting across from her bed. "I've seen this somewhere," Rob mused.
"It's ah, Apollo and the nine muses by Baldassare Peruzzi. I gifted it to myself when the company hit a very highly unexpected profit mark," she said smugly.
"This must have cost a pretty penny," he said, turning to her.
"It was, but I earned it. I can take care of myself," she said with a smile.
"I can see that," he said, walking slowly to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "I know you can take care of me in a- carnal way, but how about some food? I'm sorry, but I'm starving! I've been travelling all day..."
"Oh my God Rob, why didn't you say something earlier? Come on." She took his hand and led him to the kitchen. She wasn't hungry at all, but she knew she had leftovers from last nights dinner of her famous meatloaf. She'd heat that up, a bowl of salad and some wine, and that should be good. He'd drifted off as she leaned into the fridge. "Do you like meatloaf?" she asked before taking it out to serve it.
"Yeah, sure."
She sliced a coule of pieces, layed them on a plate, heated them, squirted them decoratively with ketchup, and arranged his salad. "What type of salad dressing do you like? Ranch, Italian or French?"
"Ranch, please," he said.
She fixed his salad, then set it on the table. Going back to the fridge, she pulled out the white wine she'd opened last night in celebration of her car, found two wine glasses in the cupboard and set them all on the table. Her last trip was for napkins, silverware, salt and pepper. She set them on the table and called for him. He appeared, then sat at the table.
"Thank you, this smells amazing," he said, spearing his fork into the meatloaf. "You're not eating?"
"I actually had just eaten when you got to my office," she said, pouring his wine first.
"Mmm, babe, this is fantastic. You made this from scratch?" he asked, looking at her in surprise.
She nodded, a smile on her face. "You like that, just wait till you try my cheesecake. I've actually had people buy them from me." Her smile turned smug as his eyes grew wide.
"You said you liked to cook and bake, but baby, you should have said how good at it you were," he said with a smile.
"I'm not big on bragging," she said.
"I can tell," he said with a smile, finishing his first slice of meatloaf. "So tell me about that other painting in your living room. It's- a unique piece."
She laughed. "That? It's actually a Raphael-"
"No shit?"
"Nope. Again, a gift, but from my ma. She said that's what she always thought I'd look like, if my hair had stayed blonde and unicorns existed," she said with a laugh. "It was a house warming present when I bought this place."
"So she has money too then?" She nodded. She watched him sit back against the chair, flabbegasted.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing. I was such an assuming ass. And you know what they say about assuming," he finished with a smirk.
"Why do you say that?"
"In my line of work, meeting people to- get to know, you have to be careful."
"Gold diggers," she supplied.
"In a sense, or coattail riders. It didn't even occur to me that you had your own, I'm sorry for that."
She laughed. "In your defense, I do understate things a lot. I don't flaunt," she said.
"Or brag," he finished. "You're very humble, and I like that. A lot. It could help me stay grounded," he said, digging into his salad. She didn't know what to say to that. That sounded like a 'future' plan. She lifted her wine glass to her lips and downed half the glass. "So why the muses in your bedroom?" he asked, after drinking his own wine.
"I feel there's something very sensual about dancing- and why are they dancing? Are they celebrating, trying to seduce Apollo, or just partying? It inspires me, occasionally, and I usually do my best thinking in the bedroom," she explained. He quirked an eyebrow at her. She laughed and finished off her wine, then refilled her glass, and topped his off.
"So what exactly did you do to make the company so successful for them?"
"Lots of things. Strategic marketing, recruiting, managing staff, and old fashioned business savvy and determination."
"You're a strong woman," he mused, before finishing the last bite on his plate.
"Would you like seconds?"
"Yes, please," he smiled at her. She nodded and took his plate to the counter to serve him again. "Now, you have this nice place to yourself. Isn't it too quiet for you? No animals, no man..." he trailed off. She wanted to know what her flaws were, why she didn't already have a man in her life. She smiled at the last of the meatloaf. She glanced over her shoulder at him, sitting casually at the table, his fingertips spinning the stem of the wineglass, then placed his food in the microwave while she pulled the salad back out. When the microwave was done, she answered.
"I do have a dog, but she lives at my ma's. She's an old Sheltie, but she loves the space my ma has, and I don't think she'd adjust to the city so well. I know she's happier out there chasing squirrels to her heart's content." She began adding the ketchup and salad. "And as for the man situation," she chuckled. "I've always been so focused on my work, although that's a lame excuse. I've just never found one I'd like to stay longer than breakfast the next day. And I can count on one hand how many times I've had to fix breakfast for someone the next day. And then there's you," she said, setting his plate in front of him, sitting down in her chair and resting her chin in her left hand, elbow on the table, looking at him like a puzzle.
He glanced up at her, their eyes meeting. The click in her head was almost audible. He was the solution to her puzzle. She saw something change in his eyes too. It was rediculous. They'd spent a total of less than twenty four consecutive hours together, and already this was happening? She flinched, then reached for her wine as he dug into his second plate. Something had changed. She could almost feel it in the air between them. It seemed to be a change for the better. She wracked her brain to try to think of something to say so it wouldn't become awkward. "But I'll tell you some of my flaws," she said. "I have a bad habit of eating sweets right before I go to bed. Of course I brush my teeth afterwards, but the calories just sit. Big female no no," she said with a smile. He chuckled, not looking at her. "I'm a neat freak, and rediculously organized. Or maybe I need a life," she chuckled, sipping her wine. "I'm a bit of a loner, and tend to stick close to home, unless it's a special event, then I go all out. Like the weekend I was in L.A. It was rediculous how much money I spent that weekend," she sighed.
"But your trip- hotel and transportation were paid for," he asked, confused.
"True, but I'd bought two outfits, the dresses, and had a salon appointment for the works. Do you have any idea how hard and expensive it is to find a good available salon the day of an awards show in Hollywood?" she asked with a laugh.
That got a laugh from him as he began on his salad. "I'd say it was worth it, though. You looked stunning, in both outfits, and you're smooth as a baby's bottom," he complimented.
"Thanks," she said, taking another sip of her wine. Time for another refil. "Let's see. I've been called a cold hearted bitch when I was letting an employee go before."
"I think you're the opposite," he said, finishing his salad and sliding his plate away, placing the silverware on the plate. "That was the best meatloaf I've ever had Dez," he said with a smile.
"Thanks," she repeated.
"Why did you have to fire them?"
"They were abusing substances and going to a job. I had a couple clients complaining of missing items."
"They were stealing?" She nodded. "That's not cold hearted at all," he said gently, then downed his wine. "What happened to the client's stuff?"
"I made the employee give it back," she said with a sneaky grin.
"Nice," he said.
"Did you want the cheesecake now?"
"How about right before bed?" he said with a grin.
She laughed. "Let me clean quick," she said, taking his plate to the sink and rinsing it off before setting it neatly into the dishwasher along with his silverware. "Let's move to the couch," she said, reaching for the bottle of wine, then heading to the living room. She set the bottle on an end table after topping off her glass and sat on the end of the cream leather couch, folding her legs under her. He took the other end, but splayed across the other half, his right arm across the back of the couch, their fingertips touching.
"Here," he said with a waive of his hand. "Your feet," he said. She was hesitant, but then remembered his massages in the hotel. She stretched out her feet, still in her heels, into his lap. He took a sip of his wine, then set the glass on his end table, then began removing her shoes and setting them on the floor.
"So tell me of your flaws," she said, nursing her wine.
He chuckled, then looked up at her. "Ah, well, I'm messy. I try not to be, but it happens occasionally. My mum spoiled me by either her or my sisters cleaning up after me," he smiled, looking back down at her feet, rubbing gently. "I tend to swear a lot when I'm not paying attention, and I don't exercise as much as my people want me to," he said with a smirk. "And I'm a loud and horny drunk," he added with a nod and smile towards her feet.
She couldn't help but giggle. "I am too- but I love to dance in between," she admitted, smiling into her wine glass, looking at him over the rim. He looked up and met her eyes, giving her that panty wetting crooked smile.
"Well then," he reached for the bottle, and tipped it towards her glass and raised his eyebrows.
She chuckled. Since she wasn't going to work tomorrow, what the hell. She shook her head and moved her glass to him to refill, then he topped his off. She noticed his hands slowly working their way up her legs as they talked and consumed more wine