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The sun was shining bright this wonderful spring day. It sparkled on the ocean like every diamond in the world had been deposited here. Well, almost every diamond in the world.
A few of them were in
her
eyes.
It wasn't really that unusual to stumble across a 'movie star' in this city. Lots of movies and TV shows were shot here. I had personally met several. Some revealed surprisingly pleasant characteristics. Still others were disappointingly obnoxious. I sat in the restaurant, trying not to stare, but stealing discrete glances in her direction. I wondered which category she might fall into, if I were to do more than merely admire her from a distance.
At this point, admiring from distance was the extent of my courage. I can certainly understand why many 'stars' keep a protective entourage around them. They are people too. A certain amount of private space is not an unreasonable expectation. Still, I did feel the need to express my appreciation of her work, and she was surprisingly alone.
Perhaps a tactful note. I wrote a short sentiment on the paper. I then gestured for the waiter, and asked him to deliver it for me without attracting too much attention.
I watched him stop by her table a few moments later. He placed the note in her hand and left. She read it, then looked up, searching for the source. I nodded subtly when she made eye contact.
And what eye contact it was. Even without the benefit of a make-up artist's work, it was obvious to me who was looking back. Smooth, lightly tanned skin and delicate features. Pouty, slightly bee-stung lips. Long, straight, dark hair. And of course, those eyes. Blue-gray, inordinately large relative to her face, and as deep as the ocean itself. It was Eva Green, all right. A brief smile played at the corners of her lips, and she looked down. An equally subtle nod was sent my way.
I sometimes marvel at the difference between our perception of entertainers and the reality. Tom Cruise is short. Bette Midler is plain. Adam Sandler isn't funny. I could go on and on. But this seemed to be one of the rare cases where perception and reality were quite close. Eva was gorgeous. The only question now was whether or not she was a nice
person
as well. I had been ruminating over that, while picking at my dinner, for a few moments. A voice shook me back to my senses. The voice of an angel, tinged with a British accent.
"Thank you so much," she said as I looked up, directly into
those
eyes. She was holding my note in her delicate hand. "I was wondering,would it be alright if I joined you? I do so hate dining alone." I was reveling in the syncopated syntax of the British lilt in her voice.
"Uh, by all means, please do!" I blurted as I scrambled to my feet to get her chair.
"So sweet, and a gentleman, too!" she said quietly as I pulled her chair out for her. A black skirt hugged her hips, ending just above the knee. Blue-gray satin covered her top. The light played across the shiny curves of her chest.
"Obviously, you already know this," she said, gesturing to the paper she held,"But I feel it only proper that I introduce myself. I am Eva," she said, extending her hand. I returned the introduction as I took her hand. It was soft, warm and elegant. I had to fight the urge to kiss it, as that might be a bit over the top.
"It was so sweet of you to pay me such compliments , and so gallant to do so in such a discreet and respectful way. Thank you so much for not attracting any undue attention." Eva paused as the waiter transferred her meal and drink from her table to mine, or rather, ours. She lowered her voice further. "To answer your question, I think it was much more fun playing Artemisia. The Vesper character was great, and anytime one can be associated with the James Bond franchise, one should consider oneself fortunate. But, having said that, Artemisia was just so deliciously ...
evil
... well, sometimes it is entertaining to play against ones nature."
And so it went, chit chatting about her career, various characters she has played, her time in England after being born in France, etc. She was a genuine pleasure to be with. We were finished with dinner, so the plates had been cleared, allowing her to lean in on the table more as we conversed. Her blouse revealed a devastating portion of cleavage, that I was trying desperately not to look at, lest she lump me in with the other leering leches she no doubt has to deal with.
The topic of her current movie project revealed the reason for her solitude this evening. A day off from the shooting schedule, and some personal drama in her love life, led to her eating alone by choice. How her boyfriend could possibly cheat on her was way beyond my comprehension.
"Well, I don't care what the reason is, a beautiful woman such as yourself should never need to dine alone," I said, fighting to keep my eyes locked on hers. In truth, her eyes are truly beautiful as well, so it was not a great hardship.
"And, thanks to you, I didn't need to for long!" she said, flashing a bright smile. "My hero!"
"Always a pleasure to be of service, m'lady," I said with a mock bow. "If I may serve in the future, please do not hesitate." I laughed, relaxing a bit. My eyes went on autopilot, dropping directly to her chest to ogle the sumptuous, silk covered curves of her breasts.
Shit!
I dragged my eye line back up to her face.
Eva was smiling, running her fingertips around her collarbone area. "I was beginning to think you were gay. At the very least, I thought all the compliments were empty," she paused,"Would you please accompany me?". Her fingers grazed her cleavage. A pleasant, early evening meal now had the potential to become much, much more.
"Absolutely!" I said quickly, hoping it didn't seem too eager. She smiled brightly, laughing while she brushed her hair back. "Anywhere, anytime!"
Okay, that definitely sounded too eager.
I hoped I wasn't counting my chickens early. I gestured to the waiter for the bill. When he arrived, Eva intercepted it.
"Please charge this to my room," she said firmly, giving him the number.
"Thank you, Eva!"
"I consider it the least I could do," her eyes flitted down to her chest, "for my hero! Besides, the studio is picking up the tab!"
I stood and offered her my arm. "Where to, my lady?"
Please say your room? Please? Please?
"I think I would like to spend a few minutes walking along the beach. Perhaps we can watch the sunset?" she asked in her delightful accent.
Okay. I have to admit... a romantic walk on the beach at sunset with a goddess? Not exactly a loss. She was looking up at me, a glint of something promising in her sparkling eyes.
Five minutes later, I had Eva's sexy high heels hanging from my finger, and she had her arm locked in mine. She even occasionally rested her head against my shoulder, as we walked slowly along the cool sand. We stopped at a big driftwood log and took a seat.
"Simply lovely," she said. I didn't want to presume, but I hoped she meant the company and the setting, not just the sunset. "Simply lovely," she repeated,"our DOP should see this."
She leaned against my shoulder, and pressed her breast against my arm. "Thank you so much for accompanying me here. I don't think I would have been comfortable doing this alone. I know that I have really only just met you, but, somehow, I feel I can trust you." Her turn to compliment me, and a lovely compliment it was. Despite the lascivious thoughts that filled my mind, she somehow knew, correctly, that I would never act on them. Not without her consent, at least.
We sat in silence, watching the sun drop slowly. Eva shivered slightly. Whether it was a genuine chill, or merely for effect, mattered not to me, so I put my arm around her. Moments later, the sun completely slipped below the horizon.
"I guess the show is over," she said, turning in my direction. She rubbed against my arm again. "I hope this is not being presumptuous on my part, but I really would prefer not to be alone tonight. Would you be my guest this evening?"
I looked at her. The waning light made her eyes even more attractive than before. I gazed into them. She leaned closer, her luscious lips brushing mine.
My brain was short circuiting.
Eva Green just asked me to be her 'guest for the evening', and now she wants to kiss me. Are you fucking kidding me?
I pressed in and completed the connection. Her lips were heavenly. Warm, soft, and wet. Eva slipped her tongue between my lips. Kissing her while gazing into her eyes from close range was pure bliss. She pressed against my chest, snuggling deeper into my arms. The feeling of her breasts against me, so firm and round, began to accelerate the erection that was already swelling in my pants.
"Let's go someplace a bit warmer, and much less public." She took my hand, rubbing her cheek against it. She didn't need to ask me twice.
It only took us a few minutes to get along the sand to the road's edge, in front of her hotel. We paused here so she could wiggle her toes back into her shoes. I provided a stable handhold for her while she bent to slip her feet in. This provided me the opportunity to peek down the front of her blouse.
Simply lovely
. As she was finishing the second shoe, she looked up at me and caught me admiring the view.
"Naughty boy!" she giggled. "Did you get a good look?" I just blushed at being caught ogling her. "Shall we see if we can get you a less encumbered view?" she asked, skillfully dispatching two more buttons on her blouse, before pressing in for another kiss. She felt the lump in my pants. "Oh, my word! You should have someone take a look at that!" Another sexy smile and a wink.
