Page 56 of Beautiful Deceit
She wiggles her perfectly sculpted brows, "Gurl, you finally bring your man in here. I knew all that bull about not having one was a joke. A beauty like you needs a few.” She nods, “Well at least one that looks like that.” She leans back and gives an over the top snap, “Dae-yum—he is fine—" she sighs and looks back to me, head tilting to the side, “Do you share, and more importantly will he bottom?"
The cough I hear from Beau makes my lips turn up, "Oh Moxy he's more of a top.” I sigh dramatically, “And unfortunately, I don't share well, you understand?" I say with a Cheshire grin. I am tempted to tease Beau, let him sweat a bit, but I’m not sure how he will respond, with his past.
"Yeah, I got a few I keep to myself too,” she nods knowingly. “You ever wanna trade you, let big Moxy know."
I work hard to keep my face serious, "You know, I just might do that." I add thoughtfully.
Beau's growl doesn't go unheard by either of us, and we both lose it, our carefree performance for him abandoned. I laugh so hard, I can't breathe. Moxy is the first to compose herself, stopping her loud guffaw to blow Beau a kiss from her expertly painted lips.
Beau places his hand on the back of my neck, massaging lightly as he bends down.
He speaks close to my ear, but not at all quietly, "Top is right Sweets, and I don’t share either.” He gives Moxy a sultry wink, before kissing my temple. Both me and Moxy are puddles on the floor.
She looks right at me as Beau saunters over to the front door and says, "He's a keeper."
"Yeah," I say wistfully, hoping I’ll be able to hold on to him.
The walk home is quiet.Beau carries my bags the whole way. He seems to get nervous when the crowd thickens, moving close to me. Our bodies brush with every step. No one notices the celebrity walking among them, as we weave our way through the throng of people.
When we reach my building, I look up to where I expect the new camera to be and don't see any indication of a lens.
My head tilts in confusion, "I know there's a camera, but I can't find it." Beau is close over my shoulder, so when he steps forward and lifts his arm to point, I feel his hard chest graze my back. I try to ignore the tingle that races up my spine and fail miserably.
Beau's nose nudges my hair away from my cheek as he gets unnecessarily close and says, "It’s right over there, you see it?" I swallow thickly and whimper while stepping forward.
Trying to make light of my ridiculous hormonal response to him, I croak, "Yup, now I see it. Don't know how I missed it really."
I hastily open the door to put more distance between us. I blow out a breath, wondering how I've found myself in such a crazy situation. A possible stalker and a movie star as my—my what, my friend, my—oh God, let’s stop that train of thought right now.
A small giggle escapes me at the absurdity of my musings. He isn't my anything.
"What's so funny?" he asks. I can hear the smile in his voice.
"Just being silly," I dismiss.
Now that we're back at my place an awkward tension fills me. What now?
Beau solves my dilemma quickly by taking my bags and emptying them on the bed, "You gonna show me what you got?" A naughty grin spreads across his handsome face. I scoff and toss my purse onto the table by my door.
"I don't want to subject you to myproblem. I won't be anyone's gateway," I smirk and walk to the kitchen to fix something for dinner. Thankfully, I ordered enough yesterday to throw something together.
"Hey, now. What if I could promise to never," his face is a mask of pure innocence, "ever buy any for myself. I don't think I'd even look good in that shade of pink." He drolls. I shake my head at his antics. I can't even imagine him in the bra and matching panties. My mind wanders to what he'd look like without anything but that sexy grin he's sporting.
My humor evaporates quickly, a new tension fills the air. I clear my throat and turn back to the fridge to hide my red cheeks.
"Are you hungry?" I ask with my head almost in the fridge. Internally, I scold myself for being so easily distracted.
"I could eat," comes Beau’s response, and the deep timber of his voice isn't lost on me, making it clear he's hungry for more than food.
Keeping my back to him I ask, "How's spaghetti sound?" I need to figure out what's happening between us. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed by his attention. I don’t know what to do with it or what I will do without it.
Thoughts of his departure start to run through my mind.
When will he comes to his senses and return to his previous life? I can't believe he'd just walk away from the fame and fortune. It won't take him long to realize that what he thought of as a burden is something he longs for again. What will I do when he leaves? I can feel myself falling for him. One minute I tell myself to take anything he's willing to give me, the next I want distance from the potential heartbreak. The closer he seems to get, the more confused I become.
"Sammy?" Beau asks from right behind me. I straighten, wondering how long I've been staring into the fridge.
I put a smile on my face and turn, "Sorry, lost in thought." I wash up and pull the ingredients I'll need. It serves as a nice distraction.
