Ana texted me her friend's address and I returned to my car once I'd finished my coffee and punched the postcode into my GPS. Turns out Ana's friend lived in the west of the city and again I had to deal with the famous London traffic as I made my way there from the south. I pulled up to the curb outside Ana's friend's home and texted Ana to tell her I was here. I watched as the door swung open and Ana de Armas came sauntering out, markedly dressed down in a tight black top and a pair of gold pants. Ana waved, beaming me that gorgeous smile as I opened the car door and exited the vehicle.
"You can park here," Ana said, standing in an open space in her friend's large driveway.
I gave her a thumbs up and climbed back into the car. Of course I'd seen the spot when I arrived at the house, but I didn't want to park my car in a possible stranger's driveway without an invitation. I pulled into the parking spot and stepped out of the car.
"Hi," said Ana, grinning at me as I closed the car door.
Though affluent, the street Ana's friend lived on was more built-up than Rosamund's was, so Ana was weary of prying eyes. With that in mind, she greeted me with a simple hug, not the full on tongue-wrangling kiss that she usually did.
"Shall I get my case?" I asked, twirling my keys around my finger as I gestured to the trunk of my car.
"Mmhmm," said Ana. "She said you can stay here."
"Cool," I said as I fetched my case from the trunk, locking the car as we walked towards the open door.
Ana led me into the house and through to the lounge where, sitting on the couch, was the familiarly ample frame of Miss Lashana Lynch. Now, this was less of a surprise, as while I wasn't aware of Ana and Rosamund's friendship, I was very aware of her and Lashana's, having seen
No Time to Die
. It also gave me a pretty good idea of what might happen in France, but more on that later.
"Tyler!" she said as I entered the room. "Fuckin' hell, small world, eh?"
"I'll say," I laughed as she hurried towards me, pulling me in for a very warm hug.
I peered down over her shoulder, seeing how the long orange skirt she was wearing hugged her ass in just the right way. Honestly, I think she'd struggle to find a piece of clothing that
didn't
hug her ass, but that's besides the point.
"Wait, you know him too?!" Ana asked, looking slightly shocked as another of her British mates greeted me like a lifelong friend.
"Yep," said Lashana, grinning as she wrapped an arm around me and planted a kiss on my cheek.
Ana laughed then looked at me, muttering something in Spanish. "Is there anyone in this country you
haven't
fucked?!"
"Yeah," I said with a shrug of my shoulders. "There's gotta be someone, surely."
Ana and Lashana both burst out laughing, then Lashana took my hand in hers and led me across the room. "Come on, I'll give you the tour."
Lashana showed me around her home and Ana tagged along with us despite presumably having already seen it. Her house was modest compared to some of the mansions I'd visited back home in LA, but very...homey, for want of a better word. Her hallway and landing were both decked out with mementos of her acting career and nods to her Jamaican heritage. There was a big picture of her and Brie Larson at the top of the stairs, and Lashana flashed me a grin as we passed it, no doubt thinking, just as I was, of the time I fucked them both in the ass (see my Gemma Chan story for further details). Lashana showed me the upstairs rooms, wrapping up the tour with the master bedroom.
"...and this is my bedroom," she said as she ushered me in.
I stepped inside and looked around.
"Big enough for three," she added with a wink.
"So I see," I said back, grinning.
"Meirda," Ana laughed. "I'm gonna have to keep my eye on you two, huh?"
"What, in case we start fucking?" Lashana asked her. "Isn't that why you brought him here?"
Ana chuckled. "OK, you got me there."