Forbidden - Pedro Pascal

Chapter 5: "So pretty"

Walking up the spiral staircase, I struggled slightly in my chunky boots and the effect of a few drinks. Pedro leaned into the first door on the right of the long upstairs hallway, decorated with a huge chandelier.

The room was beautiful, with a thick white carpet and sheepskin rug throws. On the bed was a long, beautiful powder blue slip dress, with some silver heels stood on the rug.

"Pedro, it's stunning. How did you get this?" I ran my finger down the dress and shivered at the silky feel.

He ran his hands down his thighs a little awkwardly. "I asked my agent to get it for you, she dropped it off a few hours ago. I'll leave you to get changed," he winked and closed the door.

I slipped into the dress, admiring it in the full length mirror, fixing my new heels to my feet. The dress was backless, revealing my spine tattoo, and was a little low cut but clung to me surprisingly well. I decided to take off my jewellery as it clashed a little with the elegance of the dress, and added some clear lipgloss from my purse. A knock at the door startled me a little as I finished pinning my hair up.

"Can I come in?" I heard the low muffle of Pedro's smooth voice, and opened the door for him. His lips parted a little as his eyes glided over me.

"Wow, you look- it looks great," he mumbled. I pulled him into the room and shut the door.

"There's just one thing, my necklace doesn't really go and I feel like my chest looks a bit bare without it," I grasped at the emptiness of my neck. Pedro's eyes lit up a little and he stifled a smile, fumbling in his pocket.

Slowly he drew out a velvet box, lifting a delicate silver chain necklace between his fingers.

"It was supposed to be your birthday present, but you can have it a week early,"

"Oh Pedro, I don't know what to say.. it's beautiful,"

"Here," he took a step forward, gently spinning my round. I felt him sweep the last wisps of hair off my neck with his fingers, tightening the clasp of the necklace.

"So pretty," he murmured, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck. I shivered a little.

"Yeah the necklace is amazing, you have great taste," I shyly looked down at my heels.

"No, that's not what I meant," he chuckled lowly. Slowly I turned back around, our noses almost touching. His hand slid into mine, and he edged a little closer, his gaze softening through his dark lashes.

"Time to gooo," his agent sang through the door and startled us. Pedro cleared his throat, opening the door for me as we stepped down and out into the warm buzz of the Paris back street.

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As the black limo rolled up around the corner, I  couldn't help but laugh at the idea of me in such a vehicle. Immediately Pedro seemed to understand the irony of the situation.

"Hey, you look the part. Come on princess," he teased opening my side of the limo doors. He clambered in after me and I smoothed out my dress as we began on our way.

The sleekness of the limo's movements made me aware of how tipsy I was, swaying in time with the turning corners. Pedro giggled at me, and I pulled a face.

He had changed into a black tux and bow tie, his hair slicked back a little on the sides, and was sat facing me, so our feet entangled in the middle. With a cheeky grin he poured some champagne from the iced bowl fixed to the side of the limo, his stare intense as he took a sip. I couldn't help but think of all of the things I wanted to do to him right in this moment.

As if he heard my thoughts, his legs spread apart a little, tapping his thigh suggestively. "Don't be shy baby girl," he cocked his head at me and I gazed at him over my champagne glass, weighing up my options.

"Fuck it" i thought, sliding into his lap.

I was certain he could feel the heartbeat between my legs as I pushed into him, and he stared at me, seemingly breathless with nerves before he moved forward to pull me into a strong, hungry kiss. Teasingly I bit his lower lip, pulling away and interlinking our arms to drink out of each other's champagne glasses.

As the limo came to a halt, I flipped over onto the seat beside him, and a nervousness rose in me as I heard the chatter of gaggles of fans right outside.

With conscious effort I stepped out after Pedro, and we stopped to pose for the flashing cameras. He leant over to whisper in my ear.

"Deep breaths, and don't forget to smile sweetheart," he beamed at me, and I smirked back at him.