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“I don’t disagree. And you’re radiant, Mila.” He covers his heart with his hand, and I melt a little more.
I look over at him through my lashes. “See how good wine is doing for you? Just a few sips and you’ve upped your game.”
That earns me an eye roll. “Sure you don’t want to come back over here?” That allure is the reason millions of women flock to the theater, for just a chance to drink him in, and why this is all too consuming. I realize because of it, I’ll probably never have a decent date again. They’ll all fail in comparison. I’m teetering on the edge of indecision. It was either a catastrophic mistake to accept his date or easily the best decision I’ve ever made. I hate the power he holds, and I refuse to hand it all over.
“I’m good where I am, thanks.”
I want to be over there, sucking his tongue, rubbing against his cock. I can see the outline of it in his jeans. He’s hard as stone and looks well endowed, which has me further reeling.
There are a few things in my life I take seriously, one of them is wine, the other is the presence of a beautiful cock and both typically bring me immense pleasure. I don’t shy away from sex when the man doesn’t have the ability to hurt me. This doesn’t seem the case with Lucas Walker. I’m a little under his spell and more than curious as to how this will play out. He’s treating me like a lady, and that’s rare. I want more of his royal treatment.
“Did you break up with Laura Lee last night?”
His gaze drifts to the grass at the edge of our shared blanket and he plucks a little, studying it between his fingers. Long dark lashes skim over his prominent cheekbones before he lifts his eyes to mine. “No, that ended over a month ago. The statement last night made it public official.”
“Not the commitment type?”
Damn Mila, subtle much?
He captures his top lip with his teeth to try to hide his grin at my candor.
“Just forget I asked that.”
He plucks more grass. “I’m of a different mind-set than I was ten years ago. Women have come in and out of my life for different reasons. One of them was my greatest teacher, others have helped me in lifesaving ways, so I have great love and respect for them.”
“So definitely not a one-woman man,” I say, processing that.
“Actually, aside from a few fun nights way back when, that’s exactly the case for me.”
“Did you…release that statement for me to see?”
“Partially, yes.”
“Why?”
“In case you were looking for a reason to get out of our date. And because she deserves that respect before I’m seen in public with anyone else.”
He’s a gentleman.
I sink a little further under. He plans on being seen with me. It’s something. I’ve never needed so much reassurance from anyone I was on a first date with, but these circumstances are different. People can say they would act differently in this situation all they want. Before Lucas showed up at my door, I’m sure I would be another guilty party who’d dole out advice to someone in my position to treat him like he’s just another person. But he’s not, at least not yet. He’s a movie star and a wet dream to many, to me. And having him in the flesh, having his lips on mine isn’t something I can just ignore. The whole situation is very fairy tale, and that’s putting it mildly. And the knowledge that he’s just as attracted is a whole other level.
I hadn’t let myself web search further than the alert because I knew I would embarrass myself asking questions unearthed due to browsing. If I wanted to really know Lucas, I wasn’t going to find out who he was through his Wikipedia page. Still, the whole thing was too surreal to process in just a day.
“More rosé?”
“Sure,” he says, resigned to the limits I’ve set, before relaxing back into position and extending his glass.
We drank the bottle of rosé and left just after sunset. It was sublime, easily the best first date of my life. He couldn’t stop touching me, and I couldn’t stop letting him. By the time we were standing on my porch to bid each other goodnight, I still had no idea if the man had taken a fancy to wine, but I was thoroughly seduced. As he crowded me at my door with relentless lips, I forced myself back. The idea of his profession, of what he was capable of and that any part of our date was contrived gnawed at me as I stood a willing victim to his charms. Only time would tell.
I’d read somewhere that Leo DiCaprio looked through a Victoria’s Secret catalog to pick out his next conquest and the idea disgusted me. Though that story may be total bullshit, if any man in Hollywood had the power to do something so objectifying as point to the woman he wanted, and have his invitation accepted, it was Lucas Walker. He could have practically any woman he wanted, and I wanted that woman to be me. And though before our date, I thought I had healthy confidence, we didn’t make much sense. That idea alone had me closing my door with a sigh and insecurity rearing its ugly head in a way I wasn’t comfortable with. I could’ve invited him in, fucked him and made him a memory. I could have l
ured him into my bed with a decision that for one night, in the city of stars, I shared my body with one of the brightest. But I didn’t. Instead, I let myself hope to fall without any sort of net. Where that drop of insecurity could eventually turn into a sea of doubt that I could drown in. I rose to the challenge of falling for Lucas Walker praying he’d prove to be worth it.
Besides, I wasn’t the only one smitten. After that night, there was no way Lucas would ever let me consider him a memory. Ever. I just didn’t know it yet.
Mila
PRESENT
