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Chapter Two
“Why did you want to leave like that?” Edward asked the question as he sipped from a cup of hot coffee.
“I just had to get out of there,” Ami muttered, shoveling large forkfuls of apple pie into her mouth.
Edward smiled when she looked up at him and reached out to wipe a small spot of whipped cream from the corner of her lips. “I guess we all have our reasons for doing crazy things. Life catches up to all of us at some point.”
“Why didn’t you turn me over to someone at the show?”
“Because of the way you asked me to just take you away. You seemed so desperate. I just—well I felt like this was the right thing to do. I’m not the type of person to leave someone who needs a helping hand.”
“You married?”
Edward paused a second. “Nope. I was, but single right now.”
“I probably look like shit, but I’m feeling a million times better than earlier.” Ami let out a deep breath and looked at Edward. “Can I ask you a favor?”
“Of course.”
“Do you know anyplace that’s quiet and away from everything? Somewhere I can hang out for a while, privately? Kind of like a hiding place?”
“Well, most of this area is spread out, rural. Believe me I know since I grew up out here. I live on a small farm owned by my parents. They’ve got a little detached home on the property, and that’s where I live. It’s up to you, but you can come stay at my house if you want,” he offered.
“Hmm.” Going to a fan’s house isn’t the best idea in the world—in fact most times it’s a nightmare.
“I’m harmless. I’m just happy to help.” Edward tried to sound reassuring, and not like some sort of crazed serial killer.
“Okay.” She nodded. “I accept. Take me to your place. I really don’t want to go back just yet. I don’t have any more shows to do for a while, but the fucking radio promos, magazine shoots, not to mention the constant bitching with lawyers about money and investments and endorsement crap is driving me insane.” She sh
uddered. “Everywhere I go people are taking pictures and writing shit about me. I need something to make me feel normal again.”
“Well…um…I’m honored. I haven’t taken a woman to my home in a long time.”
“I’ll pay your parents to let me stay for a few days or a week. They just can’t tell anyone who I am. I’ll make a few phone calls so people won’t go on some wild missing person’s hunt.” She took another bite of her pie and leaned back against the padded booth chair. “Edward, thanks for this offer. I really appreciate it.”
Edward felt suddenly shy. Here was the fantasy woman he dreamed about asking him to take her home. To his home.
Maybe they would go to his place, and she’d want more from him. Maybe some tender loving care.
Maybe a night of passion with all the trimmings, like whips and handcuffs and hand puppets. Or perhaps she’d want him to fuck her like a rabid fan, but then she’d call the cops and say he raped her. He’d end up on trial as a stalker-rapist and go to prison where the guys in the cells would see him as fresh meat and a celebrity and rape him as an example.
Or, he could take her home and she could spend a few days relaxing and regrouping like a normal person. “Can I ask why you’re willing to trust me like this?”
“Because you didn’t turn your back on me, you didn’t try to fuck me when I passed out and there’s… I don’t know…there’s something about you, Edward, that I trust.”
“Good thing you couldn’t read my mind about the carnal adventure I wanted to have with you when you were sleeping next to me in the car”, the little voice between his legs spoke out again.
As they drove up the winding road to Edward’s house, Ami rolled down the window and took a deep breath. “Ahhh, fresh air.”
“Welcome to my humble abode.” They drove across a small gravel area, and Edward parked the car. “My parents are probably asleep now. It’s late.”
“I’m usually just getting up about now.” Ami looked across the darkness. There were no bright city lights, no tall buildings cramming people into a huddled mass. It was dark, really dark. The moon was the only light. She turned toward a small porch where Edward was heading.
Part of Ami knew this was every woman’s worst scenario. She was setting herself up for a “situation”.
Going to a man’s house, not knowing why, not understanding how she got here. Of course she did have a small two-shot pistol and a can of pepper spray in her bag. If her female intuition wasn’t tugging at her like this, she would have stayed at the restaurant.
Walking inside, Ami glanced around the small house. It was no bigger than some hotels she had stayed in. There was a couch and loveseat by a large brick fireplace and on the far wall was an enormous TV screen. Men and their toys, she thought.
