Fire meet gasoline (Skeet Ulrich)

32.

"Actually, these parties are not really my thing," Skeet mentioned while buttoning his shirt.

"Why's that?" I took out the dress from closet. 

"They're so ... strained? Yeah, that's the right word. Everyone acts so unnatural there, not really my cup of tea," he buckled the pants. 

"Oh, I didn't know. We don't have to go, if you don't feel like it," I sat on the bed, halfway dressed. 

"I promised ...," he sighed and turned to me. 

"Hmm ... Then I have a solution for you. We're going there, you're gonna greet all of the people you have to and then we'll silently fade away somewhere ... on a date ... just the two of us," I unbuttoned first three buttons on his shirt to kiss his hot skin. 

"You're smart cookie," he smiled proudly at me. 

"I'm a real life Hermione," I winked at him and he kissed my forehead, while laughing. 

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I was amazed. We were in a huge huge luxurious house, something like you see in movies. There were lights everywhere, loud music, people talking, laughing, making photos. All of them dressed beautifully, wearing heavy perfumes. I looked at Skeet, who just gave the keys to a guy and stood by my side, whispering in my ear how beautiful I am. 

I smiled and I spotted someone coming to us. He was tall, grey haired and had huge smile on his face. 

"Skeet, what a pleasure! So you came, this makes me so happy!" he hugged my man, then took a step back a looked at me. 

"And this beautiful lady must be your girlfriend! My name is Ridley Scott, what a pleasure!" he kissed the back of my hand and bowed a little. He was speaking with strong British accent. 

"Vicki, meet my friend Ridley, he's director and producer of many movies. Ridley, my girlfriend Victoria," Skeet put his hand on my lower back and was making small circles with his fingers on them. He knew situations like these always made me nervous and he was calming me. 

"Victoria Wilson, nice to meet you. You have a beautiful house," I smiled, already felt my ears getting red from nervousness. 

"Thank you, darling," he smiled even broader, "I'll show you around, come with me," he offered me hand, while Skeet was greeting other people. 

I was very insecure, but I accepted. 

"So Victoria," he started while holding my hand as we were going upstairs, "or may I call you Vicki?" 

"Sure, you can call me Vicki," I mumbled nervously. 

"What is your job?" he asked politely. 

"I'm working at UCLA Medical Center at law department," I tried not to stumble, heels were killing me. 

"Beauty and brains, you don't find that very often in here," he laughed, more to himself probably, but he quickly looked at me, "I meant that as a compliment, of course. But have you thought about acting?"

"Oh no, that's not for me, I'm not really that type of person," I smiled, "I leave that to Skeet."

"And modeling?" I started feeling uncomfortable when he was checking me out. 

"No, that's not for me as well. I like my job, thank you," I tried to be as polite as possible, but I needed Skeet near me.

"Oh, excuse me if I was tactless, it wasn't my intention," he handed me a glass of champagne.