Backseat Lovin'

Part 2

OK,  now who the fuck is THIS guy? Leo thought.

Before he could reach Kate, some generic-looking douchebag in a suit had sauntered over to Kate and was trying to make small talk with her. 

As Leo stormed closer and closer to her, he thought he heard the guy say someone famous was his uncle, an actor, the guy claimed. BS, Leo thought. Who the hell are you and why are you talking to Kate?  But he didn't want to make a scene. He caught himself, slowed down a bit and made eye contact with Kate.

She raised her eyebrows and perked up to look at him.

"Leo!" she chirped, in an odd combination of genuine happiness and relief to see him. Get me away from this guy, she secretly thought as she continued to smile and nod at the guy. 

"Excuse me," Leo interceded, immediately taking his place beside Kate. "She's with me. Um, we both have to go see our publicists....if you'll allow us, please."  He sounded so cool and calm, Kate thought, but secretly hoping deep down Leo was just a touch jealous and that he was barely hiding his disgust with the guy and letting him know how threatened Leo felt. She knew the guy had no chance with her but she liked teasing Leo just a little bit. It was a weird, sexy feeling that only heightened the anticipation of their inevitable encounter.

The guy looked a bit surprised and shocked to see the same blazing blue eyes that stared down from the screen in "Titanic" were now staring him down, saying Back off, she's mine! The generic douchebag said "Excuse me.....I have to go get a drink....." and almost as quickly as he had appeared, disappeared back into the crowd.

Yeah you better run, Leo thought. He gazed at Kate in a seductive, intense way and she returned the look. Fuck it, let's go they said telepathically to each other. Let's get out of here before anyone else gets in our way. At once, Leo grabbed Kate's hand and they slipped out a side door, but not before someone snapped a quick photo of Leo leading Kate away as they held hands. I wonder where they're going, the paparazzo who took the picture wondered. They made their way to a random limousine. It didn't really matter whose it was, they all looked the same. Leo didn't have the time or patience to find his publicist who could radio or walkie talkie out to the chauffeur.  The limos were all conveniently unlocked and unattended so any celebrity at any time could make a quick getaway. 

Fuck, it's just like in the movie when we're being chased by Lovejoy. But this was real life. And less silly. This was the real deal. Like a true gentleman, Leo opened the door and Kate climbed in. But this is where the gentleman in him took backseat to the horny, red-blooded real man he was becoming second by second.