Falling Down(38)

"I get it."
I nod. "Good. Now it's time for me to go wash this gross dried boob sweat off. I hate leather. Just putting that out there in case you missed it the first fifty times I mentioned it."
"Glad you reminded me. I think I forgot." He smirks then leans over and presses his lips softly to mine. My eyes flutter closed and then it's over. I open them to find him looking at me, so closely that I can see those brown and green flecks I noted in Chicago.
"I know you're a good girl, Lucy. You're beautiful and classy. I think maybe you thought I had you labeled under the groupie category. But, Luce, you don’t fit into that category. I know that. Hell, you don't fit into any category but your own. Okay?"
I nod. "Okay."
He gives me another quick kiss and motions to the valet who opens my door.
"I'll see you in the morning, Jesse."
"See you then, Cupcake."
I head into the hotel feeling lighter in some regards and a whole lot heavier in others with just a dash of confusion. I'm glad he knows I'm not a groupie in spite of my fangirling. I almost hate myself for that--almost. But I can't because even though I didn't know Jesse at that time, I admired him. While I think he's a whore, I admire his personality and his love of music.
I put the keycard into the elevator slot for our private floor and check myself out in the mirrored walls. Ugh. I look like hell and yet he called me beautiful. The man needs glasses. I sigh as I step off the elevator and head to my suite. I walk to my bedroom and toe off my shoes and sit on the bed.
What a day. Seven hours of ass shaking is a lot of work and seriously tiring. I'm starving. I call down to order room service, a big fat cheeseburger and fries. I just step out of the shower when my phone beeps. Jesse. I grin.
Jesse: I'm glad you let me drive you home. I want to get to know you, Lucy.
Why? For how long? And what's the point? Yet…
Lucy: I'd like to get to know you too, and that's the truth. I don't know you personally, I only know things second-hand from what I've read or heard or seen, and I think first-hand would be so much better. Oh yeah, double entendre. *winks*
Jesse: I think there's a whole lot of bad girl underneath that good girl, Lucy. I hope you let her come out and play with me sometime.
Lucy: She might be around tomorrow night.
Jesse: I look forward to meeting her too, if she decides to show up. If not, then another time. Goodnight, Cupcake. xx
Lucy: Goodnight, Jesse. Sweet dreams xoxo
Jesse freaking Kingston. I am in so much trouble.




Chapter Eight
Lucy
The last day of filming lasts four hours so we're done at noon. Everyone decided to go to lunch which was a great way to wrap things up. I love working for Cage and even though I'm on hiatus from acting, I'll help him out anytime.
Sera's disappearing act last night lasted well past the time I passed out reading about Samantha Stratton and her nutso mom. I thought my mom was controlling. Sheesh.
Tonight--in about an hour--is our date. Oh boy. I already know what's going to happen and I'm prepared for it. Jesse's going to get me in his bed and we're going to have amazing, toe-curling sex. I'm not going to complain about it or make excuses. I'm going to enjoy every second of it because in all honesty it's been over a year and I have no idea when I'll be having sex again. Not to mention this is Jesse Kingston. Opportunities like this don't happen every day.
I thought about this last night and I'm okay with the idea of Jesse and a one-time thing. He doesn't do relationships--ever. Okay? I lied. One time won't be enough but if that's all I can have, I'll take it. I have no idea what I feel for him but I know I want him. Who wouldn't?