Some people are walking disaster areas, so what would happen if a very together and successful man falls for a ditzy but sexy woman?
Sparks fly between Mitch and Lisa in this romantic story.
It is a slow build to hot sex in later chapters, with lots of clashes of personality and misunderstanding in-between.
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Lisa sat in front of the wide bank of dials and buttons on the transmission desk, totally unaware of what to do. There were stacks of places to put the tapes in, and they had to be in order, but she had no idea of what order or which place to put them in. Running her hand through her short spiky blond hair, her panic rising, she glanced towards the clock on the wall in front of her, it had been nearly twenty minutes since Stan had left the room, telling her he was popping down to the canteen to get a coffee, and five minutes since the voice had come over the speaker in the desk asking her, "Are you ready for your bars and tones?"
Glancing up at one of the many screens running along the top of the bank of technical buttons she noticed the presenters settling down on the couches of the early morning news programme, the make up artist putting the last of the powder on the male presenters nose to stop the shine, and the floor manager leaning over with his clipboard, explaining something or other to the beautiful, but slightly vacant faced female presenter.
"Where the fuck is he?" she muttered to herself, about to pick up the phone and dial the technical help desk.
She had only started this morning at the station, placed there by her Temping Agency as a general assistant, and had been handed to the idiot who had left her in charge of this nightmare of a live TV transmission with no training or explanation on what to do.
Her hand shaking she picked up the phone just as the door opened and Stan sauntered in, hand in his jeans pocket, his skinny frame covered by the grey tee shirt proclaiming 'If I wanted my girlfriend to have an opinion I'd take my cock out of her mouth.'
"Hey beautiful," he said as he sat down, his left hand sliding a button up at the same time as grabbing a tape and placing it in a slot, "Thanks for holding the fort,"
The voice started to count down out of the speaker, "thirty seconds to transmission, twenty nine seconds to transmission, sound men ready, camera ready, twenty six minutes to transmission, clear the floor....."
Lisa sat transfixed, her heart beating, both with relief and the excitement of watching the chaos turn into the slick programme she was so familiar with when at home. The signature music started to play along with the titles, and Stan sat back, his hands behind his head, smiling to himself, "its Showtime...." Over the next two hours she marvelled as she watched Stan's unflappable and smooth movements as he placed the correct tapes in the correct slots at the right time, as well as chat with people who wandered into the small enclosed room, carrying on conversations with him that seemed to her to make no sense at all.
The next interview was with Mitch Lawson the actor and star of the latest hit movie 'Always Read the Small Print!," a RomCom, and with which he was now reputed to be having an affair with his leading lady, the sexy and vibrant actress Alicia Turvey whom he had met on the set. The two had been snapped by the Paparazzi over the last couple of weeks partying across the world during their marketing tour for the film, falling out of clubs and sitting in the back of limo's ever so slightly drunk.
During the commercial break Stan popped the final video in the relevant place and snorted, "Lucky sod, getting to poke Alicia Turvey. What I would like to do to that woman! I would have her climbing the walls in absolute bliss." Just then they watched on a monitor as a very good looking man took his place on the couch, the sound person fussing over him, making sure he was 'miked up'.
"He probably needs a script to do it with her anyway!"
Lisa looked across at Stan, his shaggy hair topping what can only be described as a face only a mother could love, the pierced eyebrow with its small gold ring wiggling suggestively, and she burst out laughing. The man was a legend in his own mind, and had no sense of boundaries, conventions or his own limits, but in the short time she had known him he had made her laugh, and she liked his irreverent outlook as it matched her own.
The count down from the commercial break started, and Stan leant forward doing his thing as Lisa just sat watching the show, enjoying being paid for watching something she would have done had she been at home, curled up on her favourite chair and deciding whether to bother to make a start on her latest creation or just chill.
The pretty female presenter looked at the camera, smiling as she said, "Ladies we now have a real treat for you," and turning to her right, "Welcome Mitch and congratulations with being in the most popular movie playing in the cinema at present. What's it like being home here in London after being away for so long?"
Mitch sat relaxed, his arm across the back of the bright red couch, smiling at the heavily made up woman, his calm and tranquil demeanour be-lying how he actually felt. How he really felt was jet lagged, tired, pissed off and bone weary, but he knew what was expected of him, and he was a professional and therefore he mentally shook himself replying, "Hi Heather, lovely to be here, you're looking as lovely as ever. Yeah it's great to be home and also to be in such a great movie. A fun experience to film and I think that comes across on screen, the whole thing was just one big laugh."
"You play a man who falls in love with a lady Lawyer acting for a rival Businessman trying to destroy your company, and it's rumoured that sparks flew between you and your stunningly beautiful co-star Alicia Turvey on the set, and that they are still sparking!"
"Heather, it was a great script with lots of lovely scenes where I get to make love with Alicia, and she's a sweet girl with a great sense of humour, which I think comes across in the film."
"But is it real Mitch, that's what our viewers want to know? You both look good together, and the photos in the papers seem to show you're more than good friends."
Taking a deep breath to control his temper he upped his smile, and leaning forward put his hand on the slightly over the hill presenters knee and in his best flirting manner, lowering his voice to a sexy purr said, "Heather, I've been saving myself for you, what do you say we give the Paparazzi something to chase tonight."
Giggling the woman reacted, her body language flirting back, "Not sure what my husband will say, but for a night out with you Mitch I would put up with the Paparazzi. and him grumbling."
"It's a date then Heather, you and me and twenty chasing camera totting Paparazzi on the town tonight. Pick you up at eight."
"Mitch you're such a flirt, you're making my husband and all the women watching jealous, let's take a look at a clip from the film, I believe this is where you and Alicia get stuck in a Hotels revolving door, along with her yapping pet poodle that has a bad bladder control problem."
Leaning forward Stan started the video playing whilst snorting, "Stupid cow, she never even noticed that he deflected the question about him and Alicia. They're going to have to get rid of her soon, the make up isn't covering up the fact that she's over the hill anymore, and her self-worth just gets in the way of her interviews."
Lisa sat staring at the monitor that showed the actor as he sat watching himself playing out in the clip, thick brown hair stylishly cut topped a strong masculine face, nose straight and long, sensual lips framing a killer smile, stubble on lean sexy cheeks with deep grooves and dimples, he excluded charismatic sex appeal and was totally the opposite of the kind of man she was attracted to. When the clip had finished playing he leaned back on the couch, his jacket falling open, his white shirt pulling across his lean flat stomach, his long legs stretched out in front of him. Men like him were just in love with themselves thought Lisa, egos on legs. Give her a starving artist with long thick hair tied back in a ponytail, skinny body and an interest in life and not just himself every time.
The interview finished and Mitch shook hands and kissed cheeks, then got up, pulling the wire from his clothes as he walked past the camera and towards his PR person and his personal assistant Ellie, "Which way is the exit, I need to get back to my place. I'm about to drop."
"The car is held up in traffic, should be here in ten minutes, you'll have to wait in the Green Room for a while. As soon as it arrives I'll send someone to come and get you."
Following the PR man to the Green Room stepping over the wires strewn all over the floor, then down a bare corridor, he entered into the room and sat down on a sofa, a pile of croissants and pots of coffee and orange juice on the glass coffee table in front of him. Making a big yawn he lay back and almost as soon as his head hit the end of the couch he was asleep, his long body sprawled out, one leg bent, and the other stretched out, his arms resting on his belly, oblivious to his surroundings as jet lag claimed him.
That is how Lisa found him when she was sent to let him know that the car had arrived, and lead him to the back entrance of the studio where he could avoid the cluster of fans waiting for autographs at the front of the building.
Standing at the door she looked at his prone body, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open, his chest gently moving along with his breath under the white shirt, his jacket hanging open, flapped out each side of his long torso. He was totally unaware of her standing there staring at him.
"Mr Lawson your cab has arrived." She called out across the room, but there was no sign of movement from the sleeping man. "Mr Lawson, your cab has arrived!" speaking a little louder as she moved forward, stopping at the end of the couch.
He lay there, still in a deep sleep, no sign of waking up, and Lisa stood staring at him, beautiful in his rest, unable to believe that she was this close to someone as famous as Mitch Lawson. His long eyelashes lay in a small curve against his high cheekbones, and his mouth slightly open showed a hint of the tip of his tongue and teeth as he breathed.
Reaching down she touched his shoe clad foot, wiggling it a little as she tried to wake him up, "Wake up Mr Lawson, the cab is waiting, its time to go." No response, so moving up beside him, and squatting down she reached out and shook his shoulder, her face close to his, "Damn it wake up."
Mitch started to rise up from his deep and much needed sleep, he could feel someone shaking his shoulder and muttering to him. Turning over onto his side, he snuckled down grunting a deep, "Mmm....." before going back down into the blessed slumber.
