We Met in Hollywood

Dry Clothes

Eventually I had given in and allowed Daniel to get me a dry se of clothes. I text my friend telling her I'd be back in a bit that I had gone to the restroom. Daniel took ome through the set going past some doors until we came to one marked 'SHARMAN'. He opened the door for me and I walked in and stood awkwardly. He came in and told me to sit in this chair so I did. He went over to a rack and pulled off a black rolling stones T-shirt and handed it to me. I wasn't really into them but I took on nonetheless.

He looked at me like he was studying me then gestured to the shirt and said, "well are you going to put it on, Ms. Ambrosia?" I looked at him questioningly and said, "I'm not sure it's a good idea in front of you. I mean we did just meet, Mr. Sharman." I replied. His cheeks blushed light pink and his eyes had a new gleam I didn't notice before when he said, "I think you could do it just this once. I'm not a pedophile." "That sounds like something a pedophile would say." I said standing and taking a few steps towards him.

He did a half smile which nearly drove me to my knees. God pull yourself together, Ambrosia. He stepped closer. We were a foot apart. He was so much taller than me, about two foot, I felt intimidated. I looked down at my feet and he placed his fingers on my chin making me look into those icy blue eyes and he whispered huskily, "trust me, babe. I wouldn't hurt you." I gasped from the touch and his comment. Holy fucking shit. I was in a dressing room with Daniel Sharman. About to change in front of him. There are so many things I would do to this boy because hot damn he is f-i-n-e.

I took a few steps back mentally saluting myself that I was wearing my black lace bra. I slowly took off my shirt replacing it with his. He looked at me In shock. 'Fuck! I'm too ugly for him why did I do that?!' Now, mentally cursing myself. He came to me in two quick strides and took me in his arms and Said, "ambrosia, you are the most beautiful girl in the world."