The Fling

16

"What do I wear if I want to look good but at the same time, not appear to be trying too hard?" I asked Mia over FaceTime.

"You are so totally going to fuck him!" she squealed.

"Duh. That's pretty much the point of this meet-up." I pulled out a navy blue wrap dress and held it up for her to see.

"Too much for a casual meal at his house. I want to know how you went from, 'This is just a fling and it's not going to continue' to 'We're having dinner and sex'," she said.

I shrugged. "I've felt a lot of regrets about how things ended, and I think we need closure. It's a one-time thing, which I've made very clear to him. That reminds me...if needed, can you come let Cosmo out at ten? Jared is out of town this weekend, so I can't ask him. I'll feed him before I go, but he can't hold it until the next morning."

"Of course! Is it okay if I hang at your house for half an hour? The twins are having friends over to spend the night and this mama will need a break."

"You can stay as long as you want. You know where my wine is, so help yourself."

Mia giggled. "Good thing I only have three blocks to walk home."

I showed her a few more outfits, and she insisted I wear a pair of vintage (meaning college) jeans and a cotton sweater. My friend claimed I was always my cutest and most youthful when I was comfy. After our call ended, I took a long bath using a bath bomb my kids gave me last Mother's Day. Then I slathered my face in moisturizer, blew my hair, and put on a little mascara and lip gloss. Underneath the simple outfit, I decided to employ my very sexiest black bra and panty set, which Bert bought me when we were dating. Wearing it for another man felt a bit like a "fuck you" to my ex, and that made me happy. By the time I was dressed, I needed to get going.

I took Cosmo outside to pee and then fed him a bowl of kibble. "I'll see you later or maybe tomorrow, buddy," I told him before grabbing my keys and exiting through the garage.

I was backing out when I spied the booster seats in the rear view mirror. It was unlikely Shawn would see them, but I wasn't willing to take that risk. I parked, quickly removed each one, and set them to the side in the garage. Then I picked up the disgusting remnants of food that I'd uncovered in the process. Opening my phone, I clicked on the message with his address and my GPS automatically activated. It was a twenty-five minute drive, pretty much a straight shot on San Vincente Boulevard, so despite the delay, I wouldn't be late. Lizzie sent me a new playlist a few days earlier, so I selected that and took off, feeling a mixture of nervousness and happy anticipation.

Shawn's house wasn't what I expected. It was in a fairly modest neighborhood for this part of LA, but it stood out because it had been renovated. The homes were quite close together, which seemed an odd choice for a celebrity who might desire privacy. After parking next to his large black SUV, I walked up a few steps to the door, which swung open before I could ring the bell.

With a broad smile on his face, he greeted me, "Hey, Abigail! Come on in." Then he looked up and down the street. "You're in luck. No photographers today."

He was wearing loose linen pants and a scruffy t-shirt, so I was glad I hadn't dressed up. I walked into the foyer. "Do they hang out on your street?"

"Sometimes. My haircut seemed to spark recent interest, but maybe that's died down."

"It looks good. What prompted the change?" I asked.

"That is a long story. Come on in and let's get comfortable before I go into anything deep. Do you want a glass of wine?"

"Fuck! I forgot to bring a bottle."

He started towards the back of the house. "I have plenty, so no worries. I've also got weed and edibles, if you'd rather have something like that."

We ended up in his kitchen, which was an impressively large room. The entire house had cream colored roughly plastered walls that reminded me of the sponge-painting my mom had been crazy about in the 90's. I couldn't put my finger on the decor theme, though it had a villa feel to it. The furniture was minimal, but what he had fit nicely with the style of the home. It definitely wasn't my taste, yet there was no denying that it was stylish and elegant.

"I think I'll take a gummy," I said after sitting down at the island. "Your home is beautiful."

"Thanks. It doesn't feel like home yet, but I'm sure that will come. I've got pineapple indica, which will relax you but also might make you drowsy. I've also got some blue raspberry sativa. They are more potent, but you won't end up zoned out on my couch."

I looked at both products. "The sativa sounds better." I took one from the pouch and popped it in my mouth, chewing it slowly. "What are you taking?"

"I think I'll hold off until later and start with a glass of red wine."

"Really? I would have waited, too, if I'd known."

"I promise I'll join you, but whenever I cook high, I get too inventive and fuck it up," he explained.

"Are we eating right away?"

"We can if you're starving, but I thought you might like a tour of the house first."

I hopped off my stool. "I would love a tour!"

He poured us each a glass of wine before walking me through the rest of the main floor, and I admired the abundance of house plants. The flooring was a mix of textured hardwood and large tiles, which fit the overall beige color palette. Personally I'd add a few splashes of a vibrant hue to liven things up, but that would probably make the architect who designed this place angry. Shawn took me back to the kitchen and through a wall-length pocket door to show me his pool and the small guest house next to it. The backyard was surrounded by a fence and tall trees, which gave a sense of privacy in the tight-packed community.

"Do you sit in this sweet little house and write music?" I asked.

"I might once I furnish it. Right now it just stores all the pool stuff."

We went back inside and took the concrete staircase upstairs. There were five bedrooms, though three were completely empty. The master had a spectacular en suite bathroom, and it flickered through my mind that I wouldn't mind showering with him before our encounter was over.

I sat down on the edge of the bed. "A person's house says a lot about them, so I'm glad I got to see yours."

"Not as glad as I am. Thanks for coming over tonight." He took my glass and set it on the bedside table with his before sitting next to me. "I've missed you."

"You only knew me for five days," I reminded him.

Shawn leaned in and grazed his lips over my jawline. "I know, but it was a very good five days."

His mouth met mine and our kisses immediately turned fervent. I found myself straddling his lap, grinding against his already hard dick. He reached for the hem of my sweater and lifted it over my head, revealing my sexy bra, and I could tell by the look on his face that he liked it. Climbing off him, I kicked off my shoes and unzipped my jeans, slowly easing them down my legs so that he could see the matching lacy panties.

"Fuck," he murmured as he stood up. "You're so sexy."

I smiled to myself as I removed his shirt and pants. His body was pure perfection, so I let my eyes soak in every inch, knowing I needed to imprint it into my memory. My fingertips traced over the ripples of muscles and the outline of his ribs, causing him to tremble. Then he pulled me against him as he kissed me deeply.