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I understand Sebastian’s concerns, but this is different. For one, I’m going to be unrecognizable until my next movie is released. The accident completely altered my appearance – a broken nose, cheekbones, and jaw changed the structure of my face – and even Grace would not recognize me.
“It’s different now,” I say to Sebastian. “I’ve been a celebrity for decades. This is the first time I get to date a woman as a normal man. I’m planning on enjoying myself.”
“Ethan is with you, right?”
He never lets up. Sebastian is more than my agent. He’s been with me for years, and he’s become like an older brother.
“You know as well as I do that I can’t take Ethan with me on a date. First of all, it’s a mood killer to have a third wheel, secondly and most importantly, he’ll blow my cover. We don’t want that, do we?”
Sebastian let out an exaggerated sigh. “Just be careful, okay?”
“Sure, I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning. Wish me luck.”
“You don’t need luck, not when it comes to women,” Sebastian says, and I laugh.
I change into regular clothes, and several minutes later, return to the day room where I find Grace waiting for me. My heart somersaults in my chest when I see her. She stands up and smiles. She has an hourglass figure that makes me want to smooth my hands over her hips and then pry them apart for my eyes to feast on what’s between.
“Ready?” she says and looks at me with those sultry sea-green eyes.
“Yep.”
We walk out together and head to the parking lot at the back. I tense a little as I scan the cars present. I’m relieved to see that Ethan followed my instructions and left.
“Where’s your car?” Grace says.
“I don’t have one.” I hadn’t thought about that one, but I improvise on the go. “It’s at the repair shop, and I’m not sure when I’ll get it back.”
“We’ll use mine then,” she says and unlocks her car.
I slip into the passenger seat. She enters as well, and the car is soon filled with her feminine scent that does crazy things to my mind. I feel like a perv because all I can think about is stripping Grace naked and claiming every part of her with my tongue, hands, and dick.
“Any place in particular you want to go to?” she says.
The last time I went to a public bar was almost ten years ago, and that was back in Texas. Being successful at what I do is great, and it comes with an unbelievable lifestyle. However, lack of privacy is the price we have to pay for our fame. I’ve come to terms with it, but that means that I have absolutely no clue of nice bars in LA, even if it’s my city. When I want to have a drink, I do it at home or at a friend’s house. Even then, it’s rare. Especially when we’re shooting. I go to bed early and wake up early. That’s not what people think when they think of movie stars. The reality is vastly different from the public perception.
I must say, though, that not every actor lives as I do. Many of them live like rock stars, partying all night and then showing up to work the following morning red-eyed with a massive hangover. Acting is my first love. It’s always been, and when I’m working, nothing comes between me and giving the best in my work.
“It’s just a bar,” Grace teases. “We’re not buying a house.”
I laugh. “You choose.”
“Okay. Let’s go to the Alms. Have you heard of it? It’s a cocktail bar.”
“Nope, but it sounds good.”
She smiles at me, and my heart skips a beat like a fucking novice. Still, I’m loving this crazy reaction I’m having to Miss Grace. It makes me feel like a kid again, which is great seeing as I’d become pretty jaded in the last few years.
Grace is an expert driver. I remember how exhilarating it had been to watch her drive the rig. I’d been as horny as fuck, but thank God I’d been sitting in the back where no one could see me. Even now, watching her navigate her car through traffic, I can’t help but fantasize how it would feel like to have her straddling me and riding me like that rig. Fuck. I have to get some action tonight, or else my dick will explode.
She finds parking at the back of the bar, and we make our way to the front. I follow her in while checking out her ass. Like the rest of her, it’s perfect, encased in dark pants that cling to her curves.
The interior of the cocktail bar is lively, and the clientele are professionals who’ve come to let loose and relax after a hard day at work.
