Katrina Kaif was at the Oscars after party, sharing a drink with Charlie Sheen. They were at the bar, talking and drinking. They had been at it for the last few minutes constantly surprising each other.
Katrina, The Indian beauty looked at Charlie and thought about how different can a man be from the way he presents himself to the world. She knew something about posing, being someone else entirely even outside camera just to keep the image had been getting to her. She had been sleeping with the tabs for the past 2 years. She couldn't have a good time without the world finding out. She couldn't be with someone she wanted for the fear of the paparazzi. It was honestly a nightmare. She looked at the guy sitting in front of her who was Charlie Sheen but not Charlie Sheen. She didn't realize she was staring.
"What?" Charlie questioned.
"You're not like they say you are." Katrina replied, recovering from the trance she was in.
"What do they say?"
"That you're an asshole."
"I am! I'm just out of character tonight!"
"And why is that?"
"Don't know what got into me. You tell me, you've been watching me closely for a while."
Katrina was amused. He likes to talk too.
"As long as you're not an asshole." Katrina said, raising his glass.
"Cheers!" They both smiled, enjoying the company.
"First time in the 'Oscars'?" Charlie asked, eyeing the fair beauty. 175 cm in height and with breasts pushed up to show some serious cleavage, she looked really tasty in the red gown.
"Yeah." Katrina replied.
"Any fun?" He asked, noticing her tongue darting out to catch the wine on her lips.
"Nope! Not until recently anyway."
"Reason for it being not so fun?"
"Many."
"Any of them says- 'being alone'?"
"Maybe."
"We can change that. Wanna accompany me to the suit upstairs?" He put his hand forward but she didn't take it. Instead, she just smiled her charming smile and said-"You're not as smooth as you think you are old man!"
"Really? "
"Uhhuh!"
"And you don't have the poker face that you think you have!" Charlie said, amused by the girl. She was clearly flirting, but was refusing his advances. Interesting girl.
"Is that so?" Katrina said, shifting a little in the seat and putting one leg over the other. This gave Charlie ample view of the creamy white thigh. He knew she was doing this on purpose.
"You blush a lot and play with your necklace a bit too much. Bad habit!" He pressed on.
"I'm an acclaimed actress." She said, unfazed by his charm. Let's dance a little more, she thought as she looked at the smile in the guy's face slowly stretching clearly enjoying the game.
"Or you're a terrible liar." He said, looking at her pink lips. Katrina already had a slight burning sensation growing in her loins thinking about the things she wanted to do with Charlie.
"Maybe." She said, a smile creeping up her face.
"want to dance"?" He put out his hand again. This time she accepted the invite. She had wanted to feel his body too.
"Only if you promise not to step on my feet or trip on it!"
They both held hands and headed to the dance floor slowly swaying to the music. Charlie put one hand on her hip and they move in sync as they looked deep into each other's eyes.
"Miley seems to like your proximity" Katrina said, remembering Miley Cyrus getting cozy with him earlier.
"She does. She wants to sleep with me." Katrina cocked an eyebrow and asked
"But you don't want to?"
"Her father is an old friend. Besides ,I'm her godfather. Screwing with teenagers is not as much fun anyway." Katrina looked at the guy in front of her surprised. Charlie pulled her closer, her breast touching his chest as they changed directions.
"Ooh..!" She looked surprised but pleased. "What's fun to you then?"
"This! I like the buildup! Quickies are not my thing." Charlie replied. Katrina fell silent again, now resting her head on his shoulders and moving slowly. She could feel her nipples tighten as they brushed across his chest. Charlie heard her giggle.
"What?"
"You're totally different from the Charlie we all know... You know... from TV."