*** Quinn's POV ***
Holy hell. This wasn't what I expected.
But it was amazing. She was amazing.
Her quirky mid-day text did wonders in setting the tone and she seemed relieved when I suggested casual attire, but part of me still expected to see a glammed up Barbie doll when I entered the video chat, but there she was.
She was in an oversized sweater that slipped off her shoulder. A black bra strap peeked out. She had a curtain of thick auburn hair that she had pulled all to one side, in front of her shoulder. She toyed with the ends when she talked. Her round face was make-up free, but flushed across her cheeks, jawline, and creeping down her neck likely from nerves.
She watched me intently with her lively green eyes, like an animal sizing up whether I was a friend or foe. And her lips were full and pouty, and inviting. She was stunning without trying.
And her personality. Once I broke the ice by admitting my nerves, she slowly bloomed, flirting and opening up. She was witty, thoughtful, and humorous. When she laughed, she laughed without reservation and her genuine belly laughs made me smile more.
The shared smiles and long gazes had something stirring in me that I hadn't felt in a long time. And I desired to keep it right in front of me.
"What is that?" She questioned while I dipped a tortilla chip into a bowl of runny, store-bought guacamole.
"Um, guacamole." I replied shoving the chip in my mouth. I chewed and swallowed. I'm not usually a chips and guac kind of guy, unless it's an appetizer at a restaurant. I didn't know what brand to buy. It tasted okay, I guess.
"Um, not to sound judgy, but what did you do to it?" She questioned with a giggle that made me smirk.
"I honestly don't buy the stuff so I just grabbed a package of it." I revealed.
"Oh Quinn, you have to make it. It's so much better that way!" She exclaimed.
"Well, maybe if we ever do this in person, you can show me how." I floated the idea out there, watching her reaction closely.
She ran a hand up through her hair and shifted. Her gaze met mine and she smiled tightly. "Yeah, maybe."
And that made me curious, but I didn't want to pry. She obviously had something big in her past. Maybe I could get at the information in a different way.
"So, Joyce, tell me what you do for fun other than hanging out with b-level celebrities and judging their guacamole." I pressed.
She blushed. "I'm just saying, it's better when it's fresh and chunky."
I winked at her and she blushed more. She let out an exasperated sigh. "I don't do much. Or at least not anything exciting."
"Try me." I said, sitting back on my couch, stretching my arm out and opening up my stance. Her eyes skittered over me. I liked the way she watched my body and her little comment earlier was not lost on me.
"I like to cook. I am a heavy consumer of streaming media. Um, what else?" She muttered.
"Do you go out with friends much? Like concerts or festivals or the movies?" I asked.
"Oh, um...no, not much. I'll go out for lunch with friends during my lunch break." She shared, looking uncomfortable. "I don't really go out."
"Maybe you just haven't met the right people to take you out." I observed.
"Yeah, um maybe. So bagel bites and wine, huh? Is this your go-to move?" She changed the subject hard.
I rolled with it, patting my stomach and laughing. "I try not to make it too much of a habit. Gotta stay trim for the camera, but yeah, when I need some comfort food I would say it's a go-to. Tell me more about your cooking. What's your favorite thing to make?"
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Seeking Escape
Romance*** Completed Story *** Quinn had plans to be a male model, but difficulty breaking into the industry and an agent's poor judgment landed him in a different industry for showcasing his "raw talents." Finding fame as a male pornstar, he is living the...
