Not Another Player

33.Done Playing

And She Was // Talking Heads

Finally.

Sitting in the back seat of a stretch limo with Char cuddled up next to me in the sexiest blue dress I've ever seen. I kiss her bare shoulder, the silky fabric slipping under my fingers as I pull the hem of her skirt a little higher.

"Excuse me, Sir. What do you think you're doing?" Char's voice pours over me, low and full of every innuendo.

"You," I say with zero preamble.

"We're about to step onto a red carpet. Surrounded by reporters. And cameras. Close ups. If even one hair is out of place, or any of my lipstick gets on your collar, we're done. Rumor mill begins again."

Yeah, that sucked last time. The shitty headlines about our 'elicit affair' followed us nearly the entire length of filming. Even after the trial concluded with Curt as the big, fat, slimy loser there were headlines ripping our relationship to shreds. Every article had some anonymous source insisting that we were just a PR relationship, drawing eyes away from Brianna and Zack.

To be fair, that last part was true. People were so focused on the Jacob/Char/Curt circus that any bad press about Brianna was nonexistent.

However, once my filming schedule wrapped up, I made a surprise appearance at the final live show of tour. C1 pulled me onstage so I could introduce the premier of their newest single, "Don't Mess with Me," a song clearly about what a shit guy Curt actually is. Hey, if Taylor Swift can generate song after song about her exes, C1 can skewer Curt in rock lyrics.

My hand slips under Char's skirt, finding the soft skin of her thigh. "I don't care."

"Not what you said when that video of us went viral." She was scolding me, but I could still hear promise in her voice. I lean back to look in her eyes.

"If we weren't in a limo going to my premier, would you be trying to talk me out of devouring you?"

The eyes I'm gazing at go molten. Her hands run up the length of my lapel, pulling me closer.

"Not a hot chance in hell." Char's lips capture mine. "If we were alone and the future of your career wasn't on the line, I'd be all over you."

Damn, I want this woman. For fucking ever.

"They can make or break me, but with you by my side it's fine either way. I'll be a roadie. I'll be a bus boy. I'll be a bodyguard. I don't care. That's not what matters now."

Char laughs as I attack her neck with my lips. "Your player ways served you well. You have me melting into the palm of your hands."

"Hey, baby, I'm not another player. I'm yours. Have been since the moment I laid eyes on you. Heart, mind, body and soul. Bewitched."

"Did you just Pride and Prejudice me?" Char squirms as I continue my assault on her supple skin.

"Is that a verb?" I manage to ask between pecks.

"In my world, yes."

"Then I guess I did." I slide off the seat of the limo, down to my knees as my hands find their way under her dress, up her legs, resting on her hips. "I do not wish to be parted from you from this day on." It's the truth, even if I'm using Mr. Darcy's words to my advantage.

She pulls my hands out from under her skirt then lifts my hands to kiss them, eyes never leaving mine. "Your hands are cold."

"Yes." I shake my head knowing she's saying 'yes' the same way Elizabeth said yes to Darcy. We just watched the movie last week and Char spent twenty minutes detailing all of the unspoken intentions in this scene.