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don’t seem to know anything about each other.
“I guess we can try.” I yawned again. “Though I may be asleep by the time we get back to Brooklyn.”
“Then let’s go to my place first.” He cocked his head and studied my face. “Okay?”
“Fine.” I yawned. “No funny business though.”
“I promise.” He grinned. “No funny business.”
“Fine, let’s go.” I jumped up and waited for him to pay the bill before we left. I was excited to be going back to his apartment again but didn’t want to question my excitement. A part of me was wondering if I was getting into something that was out of my depth but I ignored the voice warning me to tell him no to his plan. I figured nothing could really go wrong. It was my first real acting gig and he was paying me handsomely for it. Perhaps I’d even get a real role in a real movie after this. That would be amazing.
Chapter 8
“Would you like anything to drink?” Harry called out to me from his kitchen as I settled into his couch comfortably.
“No.” My voice was soft as I answered him. “I’m fine.” I closed my eyes and snuggled into the comfy pillows.
“Oh no you don’t, Sarah. Wake up.” He walked back into the room and I opened my eyes. I had to stop myself from jumping up as I ogled him. He had taken off his t-shirt and was bare-chested. I just wanted to touch him. He looked even more magnificent then I had remembered. More manly than any of the boys I had dated in college. Wowzers.
“Can we make this quick?” I snapped at him, mad at myself for feeling sexy thoughts about him, when he didn’t seem to be feeling torn by lust for me.
“Well we can if you have a good memory.”
“My memory is fine.” I decided to hold off on asking him he had onset dementia, just in case someone in his family did and it hit a raw nerve.
“Ok, so let’s start.” He settled into the couch, next to me and it was all I could do to not touch him. I wanted to stroke the hair on his chest to see if it felt as silky as I remembered. I flushed as I remembered what he had done to me in his bedroom and office. “Earth to Sarah.”
“Oh sorry. I think I drifted off to sleep,” I lied and sat up straight, determined that I wouldn’t be distracted by his hot body.
“Okay, so my full name is Harry Bradley Green.” He grinned and me.
“Ok, Bradley .”
“But everyone calls me Harry.” He paused. “Especially my good friends and of course my fiancée.”
“Why of course,” I purred. “Why don’t I call you naughty Harry, for a more personal effect?”
“No Sarah.” He sighed. “Just Harry.”
“Ok, Just Harry.” I grinned. “Like those books Just William.”
“Who?” He looked confused.
“They are English books about this rascal of a boy William and he does all sorts of crazy things and…”
Harry held his hand up. “Okay, okay. I get it. And no. Not Just Harry. Just call me by my first name, please.”
“Fine, asshole.”
“That’ll do.” He smiled at me sweetly and I looked away. He had no right to look so handsome and boyish when he smiled. “I’ll call you, Sarah.”
“That is my name.”
“Sarah dearest, would you like a cookie?” He reached over and caressed my face, staring at me in wonder. My heart started beating so quickly that I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
“Uhm what?” I swallowed hard as I stared back into his eyes.
“Would you like anything to eat, my love?” He moved in and lightly kissed my lips. “I just want to make sure you are okay.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I relaxed under his mouth and kissed him back tenderly, telling myself it was the alcohol making me lose my inhibitions so quickly. I pressed my lips against his harder and pushed my tongue into his mouth. I ran my hands up and down his chest and melted into him as I kissed him. “Mmm,” I moaned into him
“I guess we can try.” I yawned again. “Though I may be asleep by the time we get back to Brooklyn.”
“Then let’s go to my place first.” He cocked his head and studied my face. “Okay?”
“Fine.” I yawned. “No funny business though.”
“I promise.” He grinned. “No funny business.”
“Fine, let’s go.” I jumped up and waited for him to pay the bill before we left. I was excited to be going back to his apartment again but didn’t want to question my excitement. A part of me was wondering if I was getting into something that was out of my depth but I ignored the voice warning me to tell him no to his plan. I figured nothing could really go wrong. It was my first real acting gig and he was paying me handsomely for it. Perhaps I’d even get a real role in a real movie after this. That would be amazing.
Chapter 8
“Would you like anything to drink?” Harry called out to me from his kitchen as I settled into his couch comfortably.
“No.” My voice was soft as I answered him. “I’m fine.” I closed my eyes and snuggled into the comfy pillows.
“Oh no you don’t, Sarah. Wake up.” He walked back into the room and I opened my eyes. I had to stop myself from jumping up as I ogled him. He had taken off his t-shirt and was bare-chested. I just wanted to touch him. He looked even more magnificent then I had remembered. More manly than any of the boys I had dated in college. Wowzers.
“Can we make this quick?” I snapped at him, mad at myself for feeling sexy thoughts about him, when he didn’t seem to be feeling torn by lust for me.
“Well we can if you have a good memory.”
“My memory is fine.” I decided to hold off on asking him he had onset dementia, just in case someone in his family did and it hit a raw nerve.
“Ok, so let’s start.” He settled into the couch, next to me and it was all I could do to not touch him. I wanted to stroke the hair on his chest to see if it felt as silky as I remembered. I flushed as I remembered what he had done to me in his bedroom and office. “Earth to Sarah.”
“Oh sorry. I think I drifted off to sleep,” I lied and sat up straight, determined that I wouldn’t be distracted by his hot body.
“Okay, so my full name is Harry Bradley Green.” He grinned and me.
“Ok, Bradley .”
“But everyone calls me Harry.” He paused. “Especially my good friends and of course my fiancée.”
“Why of course,” I purred. “Why don’t I call you naughty Harry, for a more personal effect?”
“No Sarah.” He sighed. “Just Harry.”
“Ok, Just Harry.” I grinned. “Like those books Just William.”
“Who?” He looked confused.
“They are English books about this rascal of a boy William and he does all sorts of crazy things and…”
Harry held his hand up. “Okay, okay. I get it. And no. Not Just Harry. Just call me by my first name, please.”
“Fine, asshole.”
“That’ll do.” He smiled at me sweetly and I looked away. He had no right to look so handsome and boyish when he smiled. “I’ll call you, Sarah.”
“That is my name.”
“Sarah dearest, would you like a cookie?” He reached over and caressed my face, staring at me in wonder. My heart started beating so quickly that I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
“Uhm what?” I swallowed hard as I stared back into his eyes.
“Would you like anything to eat, my love?” He moved in and lightly kissed my lips. “I just want to make sure you are okay.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I relaxed under his mouth and kissed him back tenderly, telling myself it was the alcohol making me lose my inhibitions so quickly. I pressed my lips against his harder and pushed my tongue into his mouth. I ran my hands up and down his chest and melted into him as I kissed him. “Mmm,” I moaned into him
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