An Unforeseen Turn of Events

Chapter Twenty-Eight

When this scene was finally completed, Ryan headed straight for his trailer and put on jeans and a finely tailored checkered shirt. As he was combing his hair, he wondered if Felicia was serious when she whispered she wanted to get together with him or if she flirted with all her co-stars.

Who cares? I'm dating Christine.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head. Filming was more arduous than usual. He would need a month's break at least. His head was still spinning from creating his character's words and movements over and over again for all those takes.

What I need now is a tall mug of beer, he thought. Or an extra smooth glass of wine.

On his way out of his trailer, Felicia was there holding a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Her long thick black hair was loose, full lush eyelashes hooded her eyes, and champagne colored lipstick greeted him with an inviting grin. Felicia wore a skimpy black dress with her breasts hanging out. She offered a long stem glass to him.

"For you, amor," she whispered. Her lips had a velvety-red heart shape.

Ryan's mouth hung open. His knees became weak. He wanted to walk past her but couldn't, so he stood as still as a mannequin, staring at her.

Before he knew it, she came forward and he could do nothing else but step back into his trailer.

"Come, amor, I'm told we have one more bed scene together, so we practice."

"Here—alone?"

Felicia grinned and winked. "Precisely. This way we can make the scene more authentic, yes?"

"Ahhh, I have a girl—," he said as he staggered back.

"Shh, say nothing. Drink."

He obeyed as if he was under her hypnotic spell.

The wine traveled through his bloodstream and he began to relax. She gently led him to the couch while she drank her wine, never taking her eyes off him.

"I must leave for Mexico tomorrow, but when will I see you again?" she purred as she batted her eyelashes and her mouth pouted. "When we did those love scenes, I felt something special between us, amur. We were meant to be together. Come to Mexico with me," she whispered in his ear. "I have a lot to offer you. Come with me."

Spellbound, Ryan started to protest, but Felicia put her hand with her red nail polish over his mouth.

"Shh," she said again. "Don't think, amor. Just enjoy. Yes, you can enjoy."

With that, she brought her luscious lips to his mouth.

Ryan lost all his defenses. He closed his eyes and melted in her grasp.

"Wait," she said as she rose.

Ryan was breathing heavily. His body shivered with excitement.

Felicia turned off the lights and crawled back into his arms, her breasts brushing against his mouth.

He wondered if this is what the heights of heavenly ecstasy felt like. In the back of his mind was a nagging worry about protection but this overwhelming feeling of bliss overrode those concerns. No intrusion was worth interrupting this interlude.

Why must such exhilarating pleasure be forbidden? he ruminated as his tongue found his way into Felicia's mouth.

This moment couldn't be spoiled.

Ryan and Felicia were undressing each other. They clung together as their lips locked as if afraid this moment would be interrupted.

Ryan heard a soft knock on his trailer door.

"Ryan? Ryan? Are you there?"

It sounded like Christine.

Ryan felt his brain exploding.

The knocking continued.

Felicia continued with the lovemaking unperturbed, but an epic battle was raging inside Ryan's head. Whenever he tried to disengage himself from Felicia, she clung to him tighter, more urgently.

But they both stopped upon hearing the person opening the door.

Felicia forgot to lock it.

***

The light turned on.

At that point, both Ryan's mind and heart stopped for a second.

"Oh! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Christine screamed.

Ryan shot up.

Christine stood there paralyzed with her hands covering her mouth and her eyes bulging in disbelief. Her face was ashen.

Ryan turned red, his mouth hanging open. He wished there was something he could say to placate her, but words escaped him. They stood transfixed, simply staring at each other.

"What? Who is this, amor? Your girlfriend?" Felicia asked as she struggled to cover up.

Christine began rocking unsteadily.

"Christine! Christine!" Ryan called out. He reached for his clothes, attempting to dress.

Christine struggled for the door, trying to find her way out.

"Christine! Wait! Please!" Ryan called, tears coming to his eyes. I-I'm sorry! We've gotta talk! . . . Wait! Christine!"

But wait she did not. Still ashen, she dragged herself out the door.

"Amor. . ." Felicia touched his arm, but he recoiled. Her touch felt like a slippery snake now. He turned to her and shouted, "Get out!"

Her makeup smudged and her eyes tearing, Felicia shook as she dressed. With her hand on the door, she turned to him and said, "You didn't tell me about girlfriend! We could have made good couple! We would be in all the newspapers and TV!"

"Get out!" Ryan screamed, his shouting piercing the air.

Huffy with indignation, Felicia quickly dressed and slammed the door with a definitive bang. The whole trailer shook.

Hot and feverish, Ryan dressed, determined to find Christine.

His head told him it was over but his heart pined for a chance to explain.

He refused to accept defeat. He didn't want to lose her.

I'll never find anybody like her. I've got to talk to her!

But when he charged out, Ryan found the cast and crew surrounding his trailer. Undeterred, he ignored them and looked around in every direction.

"She's gone, Ryan," the director told him. Ryan could see in his sad eyes that the man wanted to put his hand on his shoulder, but Ryan ran past him, determined to find her.

It was too late.