New York - New York (Hugh Jackman Fan-Fiction 9)

New York - New York - 2- (Hugh Jackman Fan-Fiction 9)

I strolled through New York the next day. Finally I got to see some of the sights of the city and of course I went for a coffee at Hugh's Coffee Shop. The weather was good so I spent some time at the Hudson just enjoying some time off and breathing fresh air.

In the evening I caught a taxi to take me to the restaurant where I met Mr. Davis from the TV production company and one of the writers for the film, Mr. Lewis ("call me Joe"). When I arrived, in my red dress, the two men had already been seated. I took a place opposite the two. "Joe" told me some more about the story and it sounded pretty good. Filming wouldn't start until next Spring so I would have plenty of time to get out of my LA contracts. I sat with my back to the entrance when the two men got up to greet the last man of our party. But even before I turned around I heard a familiar laugh. Hugh! My knees got weak.

I turned around slowly trying to compose myself. When Hugh saw me he tilted his head slightly and winked at me. He greeted me with a friendly hug and then greeted the men. "So Miss Schaefer, you've been acting with Hugh before, right." "Um, yes. It's been while since that but yeah, we had a good time, didn't we?" Hugh smiled his broadest smile and agreed. "See, when I met her, she was on her first job and she did pretty good – for a rookie."

We went on to order some drinks first and talked about the film. I realised that Hugh hadn't signed for it either yet. He was the favorite for the producers and writers but obviously it was not sure if he would do the part. As we were chatting I felt his hand reach for my thigh under the table. I flinched first but his warm hand on my skin made my spine tingle right away. I tried to appear as relaxed as possible as his fingers moved up and down on my thigh.

"Let's order some food, shall we?" Mr. Davis woke my from my daydream. Hugh's hand was on the table again as we looked through the menu and ordered. Time for me to calm down. More talk about schedules and processes for the filming followed. Joe was very excited about it while Hugh still had reservations. I was on cloud nine and didn't really care!

When the food finally arrived our talks went back to small-talk level. Hugh talked about his play and asked what I had been doing. The two other men bragged about their "great shows" and "fantastic viewing figures". Hugh glanced at me and I shrugged. I ate my salad, not tasting anything. My mind was racing, I just HAD to get a minute alone with him. I needed him so much. He though commented on how delicious his steak was. "Wanna try it Kriss?" he put a piece of the meat on his fork and when he turned to me to feed me with it, he put his hand casually around my waist. I almost choked. "Not good?" he asked me, smiling. "Oh no, it's just perfect!"

His hand travelled under the table again, quickly finding its way up my thigh between my legs. His warm hand cupped my folds beneath my panties. I breathed heavily still trying to avoid attention. Hugh pretended everything was business as usual and small-talked about this and that, I only waited that he'd start to talk about the weather! He was a very good actor. I wasn't! I couldn't help but react to his touch as he kept stroking me. didn't notice the two other men exchanging glances.

Finally, our dinner was done. I was sure there must be a wet spot on my seat. Hugh said goodbye, kissing me on the cheek and handing me his card, saying I could call him "if I wanted to talk about the project". As Mr. Davis and Joe walked out in front of us, Hugh stroked my back and whispered "When you're alone...".